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

Shi Sheng held the document in his hand and walked to the door of Song Wenjing's office in a hurry.

The door was ajar, and the woman was about to push it open when Wen Yizhen's voice came from inside.

"Brother Wen Jing, I really didn't mean it, please don't be angry..."

Wen Yizhen hugged Song Wenjing from behind. The man had his back and showed no reaction.

The woman's pear blossoms hugged the man's generous back tightly, her face pressed against Song Wenjing's body, and she turned her head.

His eyes just caught sight of Shi Sheng standing at the door.

Shi Sheng froze in place, an unspeakable sourness suddenly welling up in her heart. She raised her hand to touch her cheek, and she didn't know when tears fell down.

Shi Sheng suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Didn't he already know about Song Wenjing and Wen Yizhen? How could he feel uncomfortable seeing it with his own eyes?

Also, Wen Yizhen is pregnant.

The woman lowered her eyes, with mixed emotions. Thinking of Song Wenjing's appearance in front of her some time ago, she just felt sick.

Wen Yi Zhen inside rolled her eyes, let out a deliberate cry, and tilted her body to fall down.

"Ah, brother Wen Jing."

Song Wenjing turned around when he heard the sound and subconsciously supported Wen Yizhen, but unexpectedly, the other party wrapped his arms around Song Wenjing's neck.

Wen Yizhen moved her body closer, and from Shi Sheng's perspective, the two of them were kissing passionately.

Song Wenjing's eyebrows were stern, her brown eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand to push the woman away.

This farce should end.

Shi Sheng pushed open the office door suddenly, her eyes were cold, and there was no emotion in her pure black eyes. Her fingers were clenched tightly.

With a cold tone, he said mockingly: "Mr. Song, you are too impatient to do such a thing in the office in broad daylight."

Seeing Shi Sheng, Song Wenjing was frightened, and a rare look of panic appeared on her face. She tried hard to push the woman in her arms away, but unexpectedly, Wen Yizhen hugged him tightly, and the man did not push away.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Shi Sheng, you——"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wen Yizhen. The woman's red lips were raised and her face was full of provocation. Her face looked a little distorted at this time.

"Shi Sheng, do you need to take care of the affairs between Brother Wen Jing and me? I want to ask if you have any sense of manners when you barge in without knocking!"

Shi Sheng felt a dull pain in his heart, the corners of his lips raised, and his eyebrows were stern: "Really? When Song Wenjing and I were not divorced, you hooked up with him. I would like to ask if you two have any sense of shame. .”

She slapped the document on the desk with a "snap" sound, turned around and left, not wanting to see the faces of this arrogant couple again.

Song Wenjing watched the woman turn and leave, her heart trembled, and she pushed Wen Yizhen away with strong force on her hands.

The man strode quickly to catch up with Shi Sheng and grabbed the woman's wrist with one hand.

The voice was forbearing: "Shi Sheng, it wasn't what you thought just now."

Shi Sheng slammed the man's hand away, and Song Wenjing was in pain, "Hiss——"

She then remembered that the man had just managed to stay out of the hospital today, and the wound was clearly not completely healed. The push and pull just now might have caused the wound to open again.

"Song Wenjing! Are you okay?"

The man's face turned pale and his eyes closed because of the pain. He held the woman's hand tightly: "Don't leave."

Seeing his appearance, Shi Sheng felt pain in her heart, pursed her lips, and called Assistant Shen Te to take the two of them to the hospital.

Seeing Song Wenjing almost fainting from the pain, the woman still felt soft and stayed. She watched the doctor change his medicine and the man faintly woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he looked a little anxious, looking for Shi Sheng everywhere.

The woman came in with medicine for him, lowered her eyes, and took Song Wenjing's hand hanging by the bedside.

"I'm here."

Song Wenjing's face turned a little pale. His big hand held the woman's hand tightly, and his usually indifferent face revealed a hint of anxiety.

"I was not making out with Wen Yizhen just now, because I felt something was fishy about the crystal chandelier that night, so I kept asking people to search it. It turned out that the staff of the banquet hall got Wen Yizhen's instruction, so... ....”

That’s how it turns out…