Chatper 157 (1/2)

"Ah Ning, are you joking?" Old Sheng asked with a sneer.

Knowing that her words touched his bottom line, and he was already on the verge of breaking out, Rong Jingan had no choice but to take Fu Zining's words and continue.

"Old Sheng, I'm sorry for what happened today, but we really can't accept it..."

"Ha, you guys can't accept the fact that a legitimate illegitimate daughter is marrying me, so you shirk it, but you try your best to marry your illegitimate daughter to me. This wishful thinking is resounding." Sheng Lao stood up from his seat, Approaching them step by step, his face was replaced by viciousness and fury.

Fu Zining trembled and almost fell.

It was the first time she saw Old Sheng's undisguised viciousness, as if if she said one more word, he would directly strangle her viciousness to death.

The horror that has never been seen before, almost a look, can put people to death.

"Old Sheng, I'm sorry, my lord, please have a lot..." Rong Jingan was interrupted by the words of Old Sheng in the middle of his words.

"Don't flatter me, because I don't know how to listen. Do you think I'm a fool and let you kick me around like a sandbag? Rong Jing'an, Fu Zining, I'm trying to save face with you. Don't toast and eat. Fine wine, my patience has long been worn out by you."

Gently turning the ring on the index finger of his hand, Old Sheng squeezed out a cold smile on his face.

"Since I don't have the ability to marry Song Weiyi to me, Fu Qishan is the only one left. You'd better persuade her to marry me obediently, and don't make any messes, or you will bear the consequences."

Ignoring the two trembling in astonishment, Mr. Sheng called Lao Wang directly, and asked him to see off the guests with a sneer.

Old Wang turned to the two of them respectfully, making a gesture of invitation. "Mr. Rong, Mrs. Fu, please go this way."

Fu Zining and Rong Jing'an had already forgotten how they walked out of the Sheng's house, but after going outside, they saw each other's faces were pale and lifeless.

Inside the house, Old Sheng's sneer never stopped.

His lifeblood was buried in the hands of Song Weiyi, so he naturally remembered this account clearly.

But what is even more unforgivable is the members of the Fu family, who are the most important fuse.

"Of course Song Weiyi won't be able to leave, but do you think your miss from the Fu family can escape?" Just because of this debt, he will drag Fu Qishan into hell.

Lao Wang had just returned from seeing off the guests, and Sheng Laohan uttered a word with a frowning face.

"Keep an eye on Fu Qishan, if there is any disobedient behavior, it will immediately bring bad luck to the Fu family's company."

Fu Qishan and Sheng Lao's getting married was like a pebble thrown into a lake.

For a short time, there was a frenzy of discussion in the design department where Song Weiyi worked, but soon, it returned to calm.

After that, everyone went back to everyone, worked hard, and stopped indulging in such little gossip.

Song Weiwei was also a little curious about the truth of the matter, but he didn't wait for the follow-up version, so he naturally focused back on his work, striving to get an excellent in the internship manual.

A week is enough for Song Weiyi to adapt to this new environment. Except for the occasional attack by Wang's design, Song Weiyi can be said to be like a duck to water.

Then, a phone call disrupts Song's only good day.

When the phone rang, Song Weiyi happened to be out to print materials and was not in the office.

When she came back with the documents in her arms, Wang Design called her for the first time, with a smile on her face. "Only, your phone rang just now."

Such a kind voice, such a gentle tone and a smile are normal for Xiao He, but if it is called by Wang's design, it is a bit abnormal.

Song Weiyi's heart was trembling, hehe said with a dry smile, "Oh, yes, I see, thank you."

"I see that the note says it's your husband, but you're the only one who is only a senior in next semester, so you shouldn't be married yet, right?" Wang Design stared at Song Weiyi's cell phone vaguely.