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

Shi Sheng had already been vaccinated by Pei Yichen.

But when I saw Song Wenjing and Wen Yizhen going to a hotel to book a room, and being photographed so intimately and posted it online, I still felt a suffocating pain in my heart.

When she was almost there, Shaoyu almost didn't catch up with her when he jogged.

Finally, he was stopped at the entrance of the company.

"Shengsheng, what are you going to do?"

Shi Sheng took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to find Song Wenjing."

Shi Shaoyu frowned: "You are going to kill someone."

"I'm a good, law-abiding citizen, how could I kill someone?" Shi Sheng smiled coldly, and Shi Shaoyu felt a little breathtaking when he looked at it.

He solemnly clasped Shi Sheng's shoulders and asked word for word: "But look at your posture, no strangers are allowed within ten meters."

"Brother, don't worry about me. I know what's going on. I'm just looking for a divorce from Song Wenjing."

Shi Shaoyu's eyes brightened visibly, and he smiled stupidly: "It's good to get a divorce. He is not worthy of you. Do you need my brother to accompany you?"

"Isn't it appropriate for you to be here when we get divorced?"

"I'll just go by myself."

Shi Shaoyu was afraid that the previous car accident would resurface, so he said: "I asked the driver to take you off. I don't believe in your driving skills at all now."

The driver took Shi Sheng to the parking lot of the Song Group and said, "Miss, I'll wait for you here."

"Okay, thank you."

"Miss, you're welcome."

The company's front desk staff were stunned for a moment when they saw Shi Sheng approaching aggressively, and hurriedly contacted the person in the president's office.

After all, this person has not divorced their president, and she is still the president's wife.

She greeted her respectfully and said warmly: "Madam, Mr. Song is still in a meeting. Can I take you to the office to wait?"

Shi Sheng nodded gently.

At that time, the person who was on the phone saw that she was taking someone to the office, and his expression changed slightly.

But it was already too late to stop him again.

I could only watch helplessly as I got on the elevator.

She lowered her head to send a message to the person, but when she turned around, the woman's cell phone was in her hand.

She sighed helplessly.

When they got upstairs, the woman took Shi Sheng directly to the office. But as soon as she opened the door, she saw someone sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the noise, the people on the sofa turned around. In an instant, their eyes met, and everyone wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

The front desk staff twitched the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Miss Wen, why are you in the office?"

Wen Yizhen sneered: "Why, can't I come to Brother Wen Jing's office?"

"Ha ha."

The staff didn't dare to speak at all.

Wen Yizhen looked at Shi Sheng: "What are you doing here? Is this a place where you can come?"

"You and I can come, but I, the one who is married to a matchmaker, can't come? What's the point of this?"

The staff were afraid that they would start a fight.

I really want to run away, but I dare not.

Wen Yizhen's face darkened instantly, and she glanced at the staff: "Why are you still here?"

The staff was eager to leave.

In an instant, they were the only two people left in the office.

Wen Yizhen looked at her proudly: "You should also know that Brother Wen Jing and I went to the hotel. You can't stay by his side shamelessly, right?"

"I finally learned today that some people's skin can really be thicker than a city wall."

Shi Sheng walked directly into the office and closed the door, blocking the view of outsiders watching the show.

Shi Sheng waved his hand and laughed: "I didn't want to find you at first, but since you came to the door yourself, you can't blame me."

She stepped forward and slapped Wen Yizhen hard on the face!

Wen Yizhen couldn't dodge, and the right half of her face slowly swelled up. Immediately, she asked as if she was crazy: "Shi Sheng, are you crazy!"

"I don't mind if you want to hype up your relationship with Song Wenjing, but if you implicate me, then you should fight."

"Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Shi Sheng's own hands were a little numb, which showed how hard the slap was.

Wen Yizhen covered her face with hatred in her eyes.

At this moment, the office door was pushed open and Song Wenjing walked in.

Wen Yizhen rushed to him directly, holding his arm and crying: "Brother Wen Jing, Shi Sheng just came and hit me without saying a word."

"Look at my face, it's all swollen."

Unexpectedly, Song Wenjing just glanced at her coldly: "Who allowed you to come to my office?"