Chapter 619

When Sheng Jinsen woke up, it was already midnight, and the table was full of dishes, but Song Weiyi was gone.

He panicked for a moment, and ran out to find the staff in the restaurant.

"Did you say the girl who came with you? She has gone back first, and a man came to pick her up."

male? It must be Pei Yibai.

Unable to tell what was in his heart, Sheng Jinsen walked back silently.

The secret that had been hidden in her heart for decades, was actually confided to Song Weiyi, how did she answer it?

He actually forgot...Sheng Jinsen, you pighead.

He scolded himself secretly, not very happy in his heart.

It was obvious that the old man Sheng Zhenguo died, and his mother should rest in peace, but he still felt unhappy.

Furthermore, that Song Weiyi left without even saying hello, it was useless at all.

Sheng Jinsen is a typical type. If he is unhappy, he will find others who are unhappy.

So he sat down again, poured himself a glass of wine and continued drinking.

Halfway through drinking, he took out the phone and started making calls.

"Director Li, right? I need your help with something, and I'll do it for me tonight..."

The call lasted only a few minutes before Sheng Jinsen hung up and started another call.

"Little Mozi, didn't your brother-in-law say that he was interested in the old man's house earlier? Does he still have an interest now?" When he received a call from Sheng Jinsen in the evening, he was talking about the house, Zhao Mo scolded him with a smile.

"Are you drunk? It's your old man's house, and you can't be the master."

"The old man is dead. Everything in the will is mine. I want to dispose of it now. You can ask him whether he wants it or not. If not, I'll find someone else."

Zhao Mo was dumbfounded when he heard his words, what the hell?

"Give you time to think about it, and give me an answer in an hour."

He stood up staggeringly, looking at the increasingly deserted Suzhou restaurant, there was not even a single person beside him.

Throwing his suit jacket over his shoulders, Sheng Jinsen walked out of the door expressionlessly.

The meeting outside was heavy, and there was a damp breath in the air. Just an hour ago, it had rained here.

Sheng Jinsen went back to the car and sat, the headache and unclear mind after hangover made him slightly tired.

Looking ahead in a daze, there was no one on the road.

There are several missed calls and a text message on the phone.

Didn't notice it before.

Looking at it now, I found that it was Song's only number.

He was a little surprised, and opened it pretending not to care much.

Both phone calls and text messages were made two or three hours ago.

He was sleeping soundly at that time and didn't hear it at all.

So, she sent the text message instead?

"I'll go back first. Don't drink too much by yourself. Don't be too sad. Good and evil will be rewarded, and he will get retribution in the end. Thank you for today's matter. If you need my help in the future, it is unavoidable."

Song Weiyi knew very well that if it wasn't for Sheng Jinsen, she might not have been able to come out so soon.

This thank you is a late thank you.

"It's rare that you still have a conscience." Sheng Jinsen muttered to himself while pinching his phone.

Early the next morning, Song Weiyi called Sheng Jinsen again.

This person is definitely drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have not even replied to a text message.

It was only the second time that Sheng Jinsen picked up.

"Are you awake?" Song Weiwei's voice carried a relief that he didn't even feel.

"It's rare that you would take the initiative to call me. What's the matter?" Sheng Jinsen's request was full of laziness, and he asked Song Weiyi with a half-smile.

She was a little embarrassed, "There is nothing special, just asking."

They are also friends.

He was so drunk yesterday, but they left first. Thinking about it, it was a bit disrespectful.

"Since you're fine, that's fine." Song Weiyi was used to Sheng Jinsen's glib tone, but now he was serious, and she was a little restrained.

"Who said I'm fine? I'm bleeding from the stomach right now, and I'm in the hospital." Sheng Jinsen lied calmly.

"Isn't it? Really?" Song Weiyi was stunned, how much did he drink? Stomach bleeding?

"You do not trust me?"

Song Weiyi paused for half a second, "Xin, which hospital are you in? I'll go and see you."

She never thought that Sheng Jinsen would joke about this kind of thing, so when she said this, she didn't consider the consequences.

"Are you sure? If that's the case, come here." Sheng Jinsen sent Song Weiyi the address and hung up the phone.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, what will happen when Song Weiyi comes over?

fly into a rage?

Sheng Jinsen smiled and got up to take a shower.

According to the address given by Sheng Jinsen, Song Weiyi didn't know until he arrived that it wasn't a hospital at all, but a community.

"Where is this? Didn't you say you were in the hospital?"

"I forgot to tell you that I have been discharged from the hospital."

"Pfft, are you kidding me?" Song Weiyi was very depressed.

Not long after, I saw Sheng Jinsen, still in a windbreaker, tall and long-legged, coming gracefully.

His complexion is not very good, but he is quite energetic, not like someone who just had stomach bleeding.

What else could Song Weiyi not guess? Sheng Jinsen was just teasing himself and fooling her.

"Is it interesting for you to say that you are joking like this?" She had a pretty face and glared at Sheng Jinsen.

"Song Weiwei, what kind of eyes do you have? I'm fine now, shouldn't you be happy? You just want my stomach to bleed?" Sheng Jinsen asked provocatively.

The bull's head was wrong, and Song Weiyi laughed angrily. He obviously didn't mean it in this way, but he was justified.

"Can you not misunderstand me?" She was so depressed that she went crazy.

"Okay, let's go and eat something."

It was eating again. She felt that from last night to now, her impression of Sheng Jinsen was only on eating.

Sheng Jinsen took the lead and went to the nearby Cantonese restaurant, serving morning tea, porridge, chicken feet, steamed dumplings and dim sum.

"Eat, talk while eating." He put a porridge in front of Song Weiyi and motioned.

"I ate before I came here." Song Weiyi was not hungry.

He didn't force himself, and ate slowly by himself.

Song Weiyi drank tea, thinking what is her role? To eat with? This description left Song Weiyi speechless.

"Didn't sleep well last night? His face was so ugly. Could it be that he was worried about me and couldn't fall asleep?" After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Sheng Jinsen put it down and looked at Song Weiyi with interest, as if he was watching something interesting things.

Her face darkened, and she replied angrily: "Don't put gold on your face."

"Tsk tsk, why are you ashamed to admit it? I won't laugh at you." Sheng Jinsen shook his head, with an expression that I would keep a secret for you.

"Seeing that your skin is as thick as ever, I'm relieved." Song Weiyi held his chest, Sheng Jinsen was out of tune with him when he was depressed.