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

Song Wenjing turned her head over, without a trace of love and pity in her eyes, and said calmly: "Yizhen, you have saved my life after all. I will try my best to save you and will not ignore you."

When Wen Yizhen heard this, her lips trembled and she went crazy: "But without her blood transfusion, I might have lost two lives!"

"I hurt Shi Sheng for you before, and it was my fault. From now on, I will not hurt her even a little bit just to repay my kindness."

Song Wenjing narrowed her eyes and said in a cold voice: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you. As for the child in your belly, I think I made my attitude clear from the beginning."

Apart from giving the best medical resources to Wen Yizhen, Song Wenjing did not see her again.

I heard that she recovered and was discharged soon, and I gradually felt relieved.

Shi Sheng also heard about this, but he just sneered: "This woman just shot herself in the foot. But Song Wenjing is quite sensible and didn't come to cause trouble for me."

Seeing the woman's nonchalant look, Shi Qingchen reluctantly took off his gold-rimmed glasses and sighed.

"Have you never thought that he is deeply in love with you, understands his own feelings, and doesn't want to hurt you anymore?"

Hearing this, Shi Sheng, who had his head lowered, was stunned. His fingers playing with the phone froze, and he felt a deep soreness in his heart.

"No...he said it himself that he doesn't love me." The woman's voice was hoarse.

Seeing her like this, Shi Qingchen couldn't bear to irritate her: "Okay, you'd better take good care of your body. By the way, how are you doing with the pre-war activities for Valentine's Day? I heard about the new products recently launched. Was the response good?"

As soon as these words came out, Shi Sheng's attention was quickly diverted.

The woman's lips curled up, and she was very proud when talking about her recent work: "That's right! Thanks to the effect of the last joint jewelry, and the fact that Yusheng Jewelry entered the supermarket and opened up the physical market, my new product sales this time are even better Got it!"

Seeing her proud look, Shi Qingchen rubbed her head: "Well, our Shengsheng is the best."

The next morning.

Shi Sheng arrived at the company early in the morning, and Su Xian brought over the plan from the planning department.

"Mr. hour, this is the plan prepared by the planning department for this Valentine's Day."

Shi Sheng quickly read the plan and nodded.

"The plan this time is well done. Now we can let the official blog warm it up first. The last natural series and this new product will be combined to come up with a Valentine's Day limited edition."

When Su Umbrella received the instructions, she took the planning book to the public relations department.

Festivals such as Valentine's Day have always been a hot-selling period for the jewelry industry, so Yusheng Jewelry must seize this opportunity to position its own products as the leader in the jewelry industry.

When Shi Sheng sent the Valentine's Day planning document to Song Wenjing, the man was frowning and drinking with Guan Chengmin.

"Puch, isn't it? President Song, you actually told me that you wanted to prepare a Valentine's Day gift?"

Guan Chengmin looked shocked and disbelieving. This was completely unlike what Song Wenjing could say.

Song Wenjing threw a sharp knife in the eye, and Guan Chengmin shut up instantly. He pursed his thin lips, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it down in one gulp with some sadness.

Guan Chengmin thought for a moment and said seriously: "Then you might as well make a gift for her with your own hands."

The man lowered his eyes, as if he thought of something, a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.

He stood up suddenly and quickly left the club, leaving Guan Chengmin sitting there with a puzzled look on his face.

Song Wenjing returned to the office and asked Assistant Shen to prepare the materials needed for the handmade bouquet. Assistant Shen suspected that he had heard wrong and said hesitantly: "Mr. Song, what do you need?"

When the man heard this, his face darkened and he repeated it with a dark face. Assistant Shen pursed his lips and hurriedly bought something and brought it back before he completely exploded.

Song Wenjing looked at the colorful silks and satins in front of her, and was stunned for a moment. A pair of big, sharp-jointed hands picked up one of the rolls of silk ribbons. A rare look of helplessness appeared on the face of a thousand-year-old glacier.

As the heir to the Song family, Song Wenjing had never done anything like this. The man frowned and patiently searched for tutorials online.

The always shrewd man bent and curled the ribbon as shown in the video, but the ribbon seemed to be alive. It didn't go as he wanted, jumping out and out.

This caused the veins on Song Wenjing's forehead to pop out, and she couldn't help but want to cut the ribbon short.

But when he thought that it was a gift for Shi Sheng, the man pursed his thin lips and could only continue to rewind it patiently.

He has been good at everything since elementary school. After working in the office for an afternoon, he finally made an ugly rose.