"who?"

"The other day I asked you about the host of the midnight financial channel. Let me tell you, she not only has a nice voice, but she's also incredibly beautiful! How about asking her to be your sister-in-law?"

Song Shengsheng chuckled twice, then she picked up the square pillow behind her and threw it at Song Ming. Song Ming couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the face: "Damn, Song Shengsheng, why did you hit me when you had nothing to do?"

"I'm going to hit you, you scumbag who falls in love with every woman he meets." Song Shengsheng stood up, picked up a pillow and threw it at Song Ming.

Song Ming resisted a few times at first, but after being hit so many times, he gave in completely and just kept talking to her and saying a few harsh words to her.

Finally, Song Shengsheng was tired of smashing the pillow, so she threw it to Song Ming and sat back on the sofa.

Song Ming hugged the pillow and sighed: "Look at you, you're already married, why are you still so violent? If you have the guts, go beat up Jiang Yiyu!"

"He's not a scumbag, why should I beat him up?"

"I'm not a scumbag! I'm planning on having a serious relationship this time, with the intention of getting married."

"You said the same thing last time, and the time before that, and the time before that!"

"I didn't lie." Song Ming sat up, counting on his fingers, and talked to Song Shengsheng about his clichéd theories on love. However, seeing that Song Shengsheng's expression didn't ease much, and even had the urge to continue to attack him, Song Ming shut up tactfully: "Why don't you just tell me directly, what do you want me to accompany you to?"

Song Shengsheng crossed her arms and said, "Let's go see Jiang Yiyu."

"Sister, I call you sister, your husband has only been gone for a few minutes! You can't be that serious, right? I understand that you two are newlyweds, but aren't you tired of being so clingy?"

"I'm worried about him!"

"He's surrounded by people three layers to his left and three layers to his right, and he has two 1.9-meter-tall bodyguards who are always with him. What's there for you to worry about? Let me put it this way, even if Jiang Yiyu loses a hair, there will be a group of people rushing to help him pick it up. It won't even be our turn."

"Are you going?"

"I'm not going." Song Ming crossed his arms and moved away from Song Shengsheng: "Don't do it! I'm telling you, it's not that I can't beat you, I'm just letting you go."

"Brother, you really won't go with me?"

"No. Don't act like a spoiled child with me, I can't stand it." Song Ming hugged himself tightly.

Song Shengsheng pouted and looked at him pitifully: "Brother, are you really not going?"

Song Ming sighed, "You know I can't stand your coquettishness. It was only in recent years that I figured out that you always followed me just to see Jiang Yiyu. Now that he's yours, you're still pestering me to go with you to see him. Song Shengsheng, I really owe you in my previous life!"

"Just tell me whether you're going or not!"

Song Ming was annoyed. He waved his hand and said, "Go, go, go!"