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

Because Shi Sheng's voice was too loud, everyone around him looked over.

Shi Sheng struggled on his shoulder.

"Let me go! Song Wenjing!"

Seeing someone walking towards her, Song Wenjing said calmly, "She is my wife, we have to deal with some private matters now."

His voice was gentle, and he even patted Shi Sheng's butt lightly when he spoke.

Song Wenjing said in her ear at this time, "If you want me to sign for divorce, you'd better sit down with me and have a good talk."

Shi Sheng stared at his face, as if to see if he was joking.

However, there was always no unnecessary expression on the man's face, and he couldn't see anything, so he could only nod, "Okay, I'll talk to you, and you put me down."

"I'm afraid you'll run away, so go home first."

Song Wenjing carried her on his back at first because he was afraid that her belly would be uncomfortable, so he held her instead. This action was too intimate.

Shi Sheng almost subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and glared at him, "Don't go too far!"

The man just snorted, kicked the car door shut, and carried Shi Sheng back home.

Shi Sheng thought he would be put down when he returned home.

As a result, when the man put her on the sofa, he had already leaned down and pressed her down. His breath penetrated crazily, as if he wanted to completely tear apart all the pretense she had put on during this period.

Shi Sheng turned her head to avoid his kiss, her breath completely messed up, "Song Wenjing, don't touch me, I think you're dirty!"

She could always provoke his anger easily!

Song Wenjing's eyes dimmed with deep anger, "What did you say! Shi Sheng, if you dare, say it again!"

Shi Sheng curled her lips and sneered, even leaning against his ear, as if on purpose, she said word by word, "I think you are dirty!"

Song Wenjing held her waist tightly, blocked her lips directly, rubbed them, and bit her maliciously, "Yes, what do you think if you are kissed by me?"

He seemed to be dragging her down with him.

Her fingertips had already lifted up her clothes at some point. Shi Sheng felt a chill in her waist and she suddenly became more awake. She gritted her teeth and bent her legs to give her a hard push.

"Hiss—" Song Wenjing's face changed, her eyes were scarlet, "Shi Sheng, do you still have sense of propriety!"

Shi Sheng clicked his tongue, "I should just kill you."

Song Wenjing suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him, "Shi Sheng, I have retreated from you again and again. Have you had enough of the hard-to-get game?"

Shi Sheng sneered. Even now, Song Wenjing still thought she was playing with him.

"Song Wenjing, you think too highly of yourself. I don't love you anymore, and I don't want to live with you anymore."

"Look at my arms. They were all injured by drawing blood for your Wen Yizhen. I think you two are a good match. From now on, you two can live a good life and don't harm me."

Song Wenjing looked down and saw that Shi Sheng's skin was very white and the blood vessels were clearly visible. There were always traces of needle pricks on her arms, some were new and some were old.

She has a scarring constitution that is difficult to remove.

Song Wenjing frowned slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the mark on her arm, but Shi Sheng had already retracted.

She snorted softly, "I have my family now and my own life. I don't want you to disturb me anymore."

She tidied up her clothes a little, and this bitch unbuttoned her underwear. She put it on carefully, with a cold expression, "I'll give you three days to get a divorce certificate from me, otherwise don't blame me." Get things done!"

Shi Sheng didn't give Song Wenjing a chance to speak, and stood up to leave, but the man grabbed his wrist.

For the first time, Song Wenjing felt that he was really going to lose her.

The man felt a little depressed and held her wrist tightly, as if it was melting into her bones and blood.

Shi Sheng looked at him ridiculously, "Mr. Song, while you are preparing for your wedding to Miss Wen, you are still entangled with me. Why didn't I know that you still have the potential to be a scumbag?"

Her voice was already sarcastic.

Song Wenjing frowned, raised her head, her eyes were cold and cold, "I have never thought about marrying Wen Yizhen!"

Shi Sheng obviously didn't believe it and didn't want to hear his explanation. He smiled coldly and said, "That's also your business. What does it have to do with me? Mr. Song, it's time for me to go home. Let me go."

Seeing her determination, Song Wenjing no longer stopped her, but slowly let go.

When Shi Sheng finally closed the door, the man was sitting alone on the sofa with his head lowered.

She pursed her lower lip. What did it have to do with her? Of course, someone else would care about him.