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

Song Wenjing was very smart and never gave money directly. If it was money, the attending doctor could be more aloof and throw the money in the face of the capitalists he knew. However, what he gave was medical equipment and even advanced technology that was not available abroad. It’s not an IQ tax, it’s very useful.

Therefore, the attending doctor was easily impressed by Song Wenjing's suit pants.

More than an hour later, the doctor looked at Song Wenjing and said, "This is the general situation now."

Song Wenjing's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were slightly drooped, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly, so naturally they didn't know what he was thinking.

The attending doctor looked at him and asked subconsciously: "Mr. Song, actually, you can discuss these situations directly with Mr. Hour, or ask why every time..."

I have to come to him every time.

Song Wenjing can also improve their relationship by asking Shi Sheng herself.

Otherwise, when will I be able to successfully pursue my wife?

Song Wenjing raised her eyes and curled her lips coldly: "She won't tell me."

Shi Sheng was very hostile to him.

It's hard for the attending doctor to say anything. After all, it's someone else's business, and it's hard for him to interfere.

Song Wenjing was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Why does she suddenly have a stomachache?"

The attending doctor suddenly understood and coughed: "She had a fight."

Song Wenjing was obviously startled.

fight?

Shi Sheng got into a fight and was pregnant?

Song Wenjing felt like her breathing was stagnant just as she listened.

He laughed. The doctor didn't know how he was feeling now, so he heard the man ask: "Zhang Jingyu, where does it hurt the most when you hit someone, but the wound can't be found."

Zhang Jingyu:......

He tugged at his lips: "You're not going to imitate those young people to avenge Shi Sheng, are you? As the president, to be honest, I must have dealt with all those people. Isn't it in vain for you to go there again?"

Song Wenjing glanced at him coolly, and Zhang Jingyu simply stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, he picked up the mannequin on the side and began to explain to Song Wenjing.

Ten minutes later, Song Wenjing left the hospital. At the same time, Assistant Shen also investigated everything that happened on the talent show. After reading the whole story, he got the surveillance camera and saw that the two people kicked Shi Sheng directly in the stomach. , breathing heavily.

He sneered, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

When the driver saw his expression, he was a little scared. Why did Mr. Song suddenly look like he was going to kill someone? Should he go and find more people? What should I do if Mr. Song can’t beat him?

Song Wenjing raised her foot and kicked his seat: "Why are you distracted if you don't drive? Do you not want to do it?"

Okay, the appraisal is over, Mr. Song is really in a bad mood.

The driver swallowed and asked, "Mr. Song, shall we go back to the company?"

"If you don't go back to the company, go to these two places."

……

The driver was outside, and muffled hums could be heard from time to time in the alleys of the dilapidated community. He strained his head to look inside, fearing that something might happen to Song Wenjing.

He rarely saw Song Wenjing fight.

After all, they are people who sit in offices all year round. Even if they know some martial arts, boxing, etc., they are no match for these people in the gray area.

But he was really not very skilled, and because he was old and young, he didn't dare to rush forward. He could only hold his hands tightly and think about whether to call the police or an ambulance first.

Ten minutes later, Song Wenjing walked out. His shirt was still straight, his tie was hanging at an angle, his hair was a little messy, his eyebrows were half-opened, gentle and evil.

The driver was illiterate, and at this moment he couldn't help but think of a saying: Compared with Vajra's angry eyes, a Bodhisattva's lowered eyebrows are more terrifying.

To allow Song Wenjing to hit someone, the three of them must have violated the rules of heaven.

The sun fell on Song Wenjing. He didn't look like he was going to fight, but like he was drinking a cup of fragrant coffee. Slowly, the three people behind him walked out, breaking the atmosphere.

"Send them to the police station."

The driver heard this and looked at Song Wenjing: "Mr. Song, then you..."

Song Wenjing said indifferently: "Of course I will go together."

He sat in the passenger seat, and the three people huddled behind him.

It was the first time they were riding in such an expensive car. They didn't dare to look or move. They looked like they were about to cry.

After arriving at the police station, the three people rushed in hurriedly, still shouting: "Police uncle, help!"

driver:……

I just think they are embarrassed.