Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

Shi Sheng's pupils trembled fiercely, and her eyes fell on his hand in surprise. A fruit knife was inserted into his hand and embedded in the ground. Blood slowly flowed out of the man's hand.

His expression was painful, and he looked at Song Wenjing innocently: "Mr. Song, even if you don't like me chasing Mr. Xiao, you can't hit me like this, right?"

"Besides, you and Mr. Hours are also divorced. Is it possible that you still want to stop others from pursuing Mr. Hours?"

His tone was weak, and his face was getting paler. He wanted to stand up, but he didn't dare to move his hands.

Pei Yihao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and looked at the people around him: "Do you really plan to keep watching, and no one will call an ambulance for me?"

Only then did a staff member go to help him make a phone call.

The people around them were all attracted by their movements, and they all had the attitude of watching a good show. There is no shortage of this kind of love and hatred among wealthy families. They love to watch it and want to watch it.

After all... everyone knows that Song Wenjing is chasing his ex-wife.

This man, how cold and noble he used to be, was so gorgeous and funny when he was chasing his wife in the crematorium.

Song Wenjing's eyes were filled with dark murderous intent. He knew that Pei Yihao wanted to embarrass him and make him unable to hold his head high in front of many wealthy families. He also knew that Pei Yihao was close to Wen Yizhen, and his so-called love for Wen Yizhen was all because of his desire. To get close to him through Wen Yizhen.

Now that Wen Yi Zhen, an obedient and useful chess piece, was gone, he changed his strategy target to Shi Sheng.

Song Wenjing slowly walked into Pei Yihao step by step. He squatted down in front of the man, glanced down at the wound on his hand, and slowly brushed it with his fingertips. In the eyes of others, Song Wenjing's movements were very light, but only Pei Yihao knew. The man's nails were pushing into the wound. Pei Yihao's whole body was trembling with pain, and his lips were pale.

Song Wenjing said in a voice that only two people could hear: "If you want to deal with me, I have no objection. I will be here, waiting for you to come. But if you have other thoughts about Shengsheng, let alone one hand , I can destroy you!"

"If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Song Wenjing's fingertips suddenly exerted force. Pei Yihao couldn't bear it anymore and screamed instantly, and at the same time the knife was pulled out.

Shi Sheng looked at the blood splattering from his hands, his brain was buzzing, and he couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned around and ran away.

In the bathroom, she was vomiting profusely, as if she wanted to vomit out all the food she had eaten the night before, and her face turned several shades white.

When Song Wenjing went to the bathroom, she was washing her hands.

"Are you okay? Did you scare me?" Song Wenjing wanted to touch her, but when she saw the blood on her hands, she immediately pulled back.

He put his hands behind his back and looked at Shi Sheng carefully, her appearance clearly printed in his pupils.

Shi Sheng stared into his eyes for a while, not knowing what to say.

Song Wenjing washed her hands clean before touching Shi Sheng, gently holding her hand and raising her eyebrows slightly: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Shi Sheng struggled for a moment and said, "I was scared by you, Song Wenjing. If there weren't so many people around, would you have planned to kill someone directly?"

"If he dares to say those bastard words to you, then he deserves to die!" Song Wenjing did not regret at all what she had just done to Pei Yihao.

Shi Sheng gritted his teeth: "Then do you also want to kill my second brother?"

Song Wenjing's desire for survival was rare, and he did not fight with Shi Sheng: "He is my future second uncle, and I will not go against him."

"What happened that night was my fault. I was in a bad mood and drank. Can't you forgive me just once?"

Song Wenjing's eyes flickered and she spoke cautiously.

Seeing how freely he could stretch and stretch, Shi Sheng raised her hand to touch his face and smiled: "If you were like this when I was with you, even if you put a knife on my neck, I would not divorce you."

"Shengsheng, it's still too late."

But Shi Sheng shook his head: "It's too late. After all, a good horse never turns back to eat grass. I still have a piece of prairie. Who wants you?"