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

Shi Sheng was not quiet when he was drunk. Even when Song Wenjing helped him into the car, he still rubbed against him.

Song Wenjing felt angry because of her rubbing.

He grabbed her hands and pressed them on her head, with a sharp gaze, "Be good and don't move!"

Shi Sheng tilted his head, a blush spread across his cheeks. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was because of the alcohol or this overly intimate gesture.

Song Wenjing lowered his head slightly and could see her slightly open collar, giving an unobstructed view of the scenery inside.

Shi Sheng suddenly said, "What are you looking at!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Shi Sheng asked him softly, "Am I good-looking?"

Song Wenjing glanced at her face and nodded slowly, "It's very beautiful."

Her skin was creamy and cold-white, and even the blood vessels could be seen clearly, but there was some flesh on her face. A slight touch made her cold and charming facial features soften a bit.

"Where does it look good?"

Song Wenjing took a deep look at her and said, "Everywhere is beautiful."

Finding that she was no longer struggling, Song Wenjing was about to let go of her, but Shi Sheng suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, and their faces suddenly came close to each other.

Shi Sheng asked seriously, "If you look good everywhere, then why does that bastard Song Wenjing fall in love with another woman?"

"How am I inferior to that woman? Not as good-looking as her, or not as good-looking as her?"

Song Wenjing was silent.

Shi Sheng didn't ask for an answer. She loosened his collar and sneered, "That's right. You are not Song Wenjing. What do you do when I ask you to play the piano to a cow?"

After she finished complaining, she fastened her seat belt and pointed to the road ahead, "Let's go home."

She took out her mobile phone again and called Shi Shaoyu, "Brother, I'm on my way home after talking. You can pick me up at the intersection."

Shi Shaoyu could hear a hint of drunkenness in her voice. He hurriedly left the dinner and asked, "Who sent you back? What's the license plate number?"

Shi Sheng was confused, "A driver, license plate number, here, master, tell my brother."

Song Wenjing's eyebrows jumped slightly, and she calmly reported her license plate number.

Shi Shaoyu exploded, "Song Wenjing! What did you do to Shengsheng? You two are going to be divorced. Stay away from her!"

Song Wenjing tolerated Shi Sheng's drunken madness, but would not tolerate Shi Shaoyu's. She said in a cold tone, "Then we didn't get the divorce certificate."

The implication is that without the certificate, we are still husband and wife.

Shi Shaoyu was so angry that he almost smashed his phone.

Song Wenjing originally wanted to take Shi Sheng to her own place, but Shi Sheng was obviously half drunk and half sober, and knew to ask her brother to pick her up, so she had no choice but to send her back to Shi's house.

As expected, Shi Shaoyu was waiting at the intersection.

Song Wenjing wanted to take him down, but Shi Sheng pushed him away and muttered, "Do all drivers now have this obligation?"

Shi Shaoyu hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the staggering Shi Sheng. He didn't care to talk to Song Wenjing, picked him up and left.

Song Wenjing stared at the man's back.

Until Shi Shaoyu turned his head, the look in Shi Sheng's eyes made his heart skip a beat.

Shi Shaoyu versus Shi Sheng...could it be...

Song Wenjing pursed her lower lip and her eyes flickered.

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In the Song family house, Wen Yizhen was in her room looking at the photos sent by the paparazzi. Every time she turned over a photo, her expression darkened.

Why did Song Wenjing go to find Shi Sheng?

It's obvious that we're getting divorced, so the old relationship won't rekindle, right?

They were so close that Wen Yizhen was jealous!

Wen Yizhen's eyes flashed and she went to find Weng Huizhu.

Weng Huizhu is very easy to coax in front of her. Her sweet words can make Weng Huizhu very happy.

She asked Weng Huizhu to quickly prepare for her wedding to Song Wenjing.

Weng Huizhu frowned and said, "Aren't they divorced yet?"

"But if we don't get divorced, won't we delay brother Wen Jing? Why don't we add more fuel to the fire, so that Shi Sheng can completely give up on this idea." Wen Yi Zhen's voice was sweet, and no utilitarianism could be heard. .

Weng Huizhu pondered for a moment, feeling that what she said made some sense.

His son cannot be delayed just because of Shi Sheng.

In the next few days, Weng Huizhu took Wen Yizhen to choose wedding dresses, souvenirs, and invitations.

The two of them were very busy.

Shi Sheng had been busy with work, especially after she woke up drunk and remembered that she was crazy about Song Wenjing. She did not dare to go to Song Wenjing for several days.

Inexplicably guilty.

I rarely took a break from my busy schedule and came across Wen Yizhen's circle of friends.