Chatper 619 (1/2)

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.