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

Shi Sheng looked at his hand holding her wrist and struggled to break away. She didn't understand why this man insisted on getting involved with her, so she spoke coldly.

"If Mr. Song has anything to say about cooperation, just send an email to my assistant. If it's a private matter... I think Mr. Song, you have verified Miss Wen's pregnancy, right? I think I have nothing personal to say to you. .”

The man stared at her, his thin lips pursed tightly, his eyes a little complicated.

Suddenly, his eyes tightened and he shouted: "Be careful!"

Subconsciously pulling the woman into his arms, Shi Sheng couldn't resist at all and frowned.

"Song Wenjing, when you act like a hooligan, you have to consider the occasion—"

Before she could finish her words, there was a loud "Bang!" and the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall fell, hitting the spot where the woman was standing just now.

Song Wenjing was not so lucky. He used his body to block the flying glass shards from the crystal chandelier. Several pieces of glass could have scratched the man's cheek, leaving wounds.

Everyone in the banquet hall looked at this scene in amazement. Shi Sheng was also stunned. After realizing it, he held the man's face in his hands, and big tears fell down his cheeks: "Song Wenjing, are you okay? Are there any other injuries? ?”

The man wanted to stand up and groaned, but he didn't notice that several glass shards cut through his clothes and plunged into his back.

She helped the man stand up and quickly asked Su Xian to drive the man to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, Song Wenjing lay on the bed, and the doctor carefully removed the glass shards from the man's body.

Looking at the man's broad and muscular back, Shi Sheng couldn't help but blush and wanted to go out and wait for him.

Song Wenjing, however, held her wrist tightly to prevent her from leaving, with a cunning look in her eyes and a hint of grievance in her voice.

"I was injured just now to protect you, and now you're leaving without saying a few words to anyone?"

Shi Sheng pursed her lips: "No...I didn't mean that."

Song Wenjing looked at Shi Sheng leisurely: "Then what do you mean?"

Shi Sheng rolled her eyes at him and had no choice but to sit by the bed and help him apply the medicine.

The doctor on the side looked at Song Wenjing as if he had seen a ghost. After treating the wound, he left the ward as if to escape, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

"Looking at this situation, I will have to be hospitalized to recuperate for several days, and you will have to take care of me these days."

The man did not allow her to refuse, and there was a hint of coercion in his eyes.

Shi Sheng was a little speechless. How old is this person to still play this trick? However, his wounds were indeed caused by him. It was really unjustifiable that he did not take care of him.

I had no choice but to nod in agreement: "Okay."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth.

In the past few days, such a strange scene appeared in the ward.

"Shi Sheng, I want to drink water."

The woman honestly brought the water to Song Wenjing's mouth.

"Shi Sheng, I want to eat."

The woman honestly took out the food and placed it in front of Song Wenjing.

"Shi Sheng, I need to change the dressing."

The woman carried the medicine box and gave him medicine and dressing. Over the past few days, Shi Sheng could look at the naked man without changing her expression.

"Shi Sheng, I need to go to the bathroom."

Shi Sheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and was speechless: "You want me to help you? Get out!"

After several days of hard work, Shi Sheng took care of Song Wenjing almost every step of the way. The man was back to being full of life, but Shi Sheng looked after him with a look of despair.

Finally, the day came when Song Wenjing was discharged from the hospital. Shi Sheng packed her things and left the hospital without saying a word.

Upon returning to Yusheng Jewelry, Su Xian looked at Mr. Hours in surprise as he seemed to be ten years older.

Shi Sheng raised his hand feebly: "What's wrong? Tell me."

Su Xian was a little worried about her mental state, so she mumbled and said, "Mr. Xiao, there is something wrong with our joint brand jewelry. One batch of jewelry is not up to standard. What do you think we should do with this batch of jewelry?"

Hearing this, Shi Sheng frowned and hurried to the factory.

Now is the critical time for the offline development of Yusheng Jewelry, and there must be no problem with this batch of goods!