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

Shi Shaoyu held Shi Sheng tightly in his arms and stared at Song Wenjing angrily: "Mr. Song, please respect yourself! If you do this again, we can only call the police!"

After saying that, the two turned around and left the casino, heading upstairs to the club.

When she thought of what happened just now, Shi Sheng became angry. She wanted to get divorced but also wanted to find a mistress. How could such a good thing happen in the world?

Who says she lacks a man? If you want it, there will be a bunch of beautiful men waiting in line.

With this in mind, Shi Sheng and Shi Shaoyu opened a private room and called the manager of the club.

"Mr. Shi, you're here." The manager greeted Shi Shaoyu respectfully.

Before Shi Shaoyu could speak, Shi Sheng waved his hand: "Bring me ten male models."

Hearing this, the manager quickly moved the realization to Shi Shaoyu's face. The man was a little helpless: "Shengsheng, don't make trouble."

Shi Sheng pursed his lips, rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, I'm not lusting after men. Don't you want me to get out of Song Wenjing's haze as soon as possible? He will definitely come here after a while and see me ordering the male model." So I quit because of the difficulty."

Seeing her firm expression, Shi Shaoyu sighed and had no choice but to let her go.

After a while, ten handsome men with different looks and styles filed in, stood in a row and bowed to Shi Sheng: "Hello, Miss Shi."

"Ahem, cough, everyone, sit down."

Although she was a male model who took the initiative, she was still a bit uncomfortable being surrounded by so many men and fawning over her suddenly.

But since it was his own way of getting rid of Song Wenjing, he had to get used to it.

Shi Sheng selected one of the gentle-looking male models, asked him to sit next to him, and hooked the male model's chin with his slender fingers.

The woman leaned close to him, and her charming voice whispered in his ears: "Do you want my sister to peel grapes for you?"

The male model couldn't help but want to hug Shi Sheng and press his lips to the woman.

"Boom--" The door of the private room was pushed open suddenly.

Song Wenjing suddenly appeared at the door, staring at Shi Sheng and the men next to her with a gloomy face.

Several male models felt guilty when he stared at them, and unconsciously moved away from Shi Sheng.

Song Wenjing strode to Shi Sheng's side, grabbed the woman's wrist, and squeezed out a few words through her teeth: "Is this the kind of man you like?"

His eyes swept across the several male models present, and they felt as if they were being stared at by cold poisonous snakes.

Before the woman could say anything, Song Wenjing pressed Qi down on the sofa.

Shi Sheng's face turned red instantly and he struggled violently.

Song Wenjing pulled Shi Sheng into her arms, easily blocking all resistance. His big hands tightly hugged her waist, and his low and hoarse voice passed by Shi Sheng's ears like the wind in the hall, making her arms tremble. The person trembled: "Will they be better than me?"

After saying that, she glanced at the man.

Well, with a height of 185cm, wide shoulders and narrow waist, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose, and an extraordinary temperament, such appearance and figure are indeed rare...

Where did he go? Shi Sheng reacted and turned his face away: "What qualifications do you have to care about me? Who am I to you? Song Wenjing, you pester me every day, you must have fallen in love with me, right?"

Hearing this, the man let go of Shi Sheng's hand as if he was electrocuted, with a stern look on his face, and pursed his thin lips: "No, even if we are divorced, I will not allow an unscrupulous man to touch you!"

Seeing his appearance, Shi Sheng couldn't help but feel a burst of pain in her heart: "Really? Then why do you have to pester me?"