Mr. Song doesn't want to waste any more time.

He stepped forward and restrained her hand holding the ashtray, then swung it with force, and the ashtray in Shen Jimeng's hand fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

Shuangshuang, who was downstairs, was about to leave when she was stunned: "Did Sister Mengmeng drop something?"

Xiaoxi said: "I think so, what are you going to do?"

"Brother Jiang is here. I'll go tell him Sister Mengmeng's house number."

"Yes, I hope they can reconcile quickly. Otherwise, it will be too stressful if they continue like this."

Both of them remained silent. No one could stand such low pressure all day long.

At this time upstairs, Shen Jimeng had been thrown onto the bed by President Song again.

During the fight between the two, Shen Jimeng took the opportunity to smash Mr. Song's head with the telephone on the bedside table.

The blow to his head made him dizzy for a moment.

Shen Jimeng took this opportunity to run to the door.

Unfortunately, President Song picked up the telephone that was scattered on the bed and hit her hard on the back of her head. She instantly fell to the ground in dizziness and had difficulty getting up.

Mr. Song also recovered in bed for a while, cursed a few times, then got out of bed, sat on Shen Jimeng, and slapped her twice, causing Shen Jimeng to faint.

Without any mercy he tore off her clothes and pulled her onto the bed.

Just when I was preparing to take the next step, there was a knock on the door.

"Mengmeng, it's me. Can I go in and talk?" President Song quickly stopped what he was doing. Seeing that Shen Jimeng's brows were furrowed and she was about to wake up, he quickly covered her mouth, fearing that she would make any sound.

"Meng Meng, please stop being willful. I only have one night, so let's have a good talk. You can blame me or hit me, but don't ignore me like this.

No matter what happened before, no matter how many misunderstandings there were, can we just let it go?

We have been together from campus to now, through all the ups and downs. It is not easy. Why can't we give each other another chance?

Mengmeng, please open the door."

Jiang Yi's words at the door made Mr. Song in the room break out in a cold sweat. He looked down at Shen Jimeng who was about to open his eyes, and felt uneasy.

This Wang Biao is harming me.

Faced with the current dilemma, Mr. Song could only wait and pray that the man at the door would leave quickly. If he left, he could also slip out.

At this time, Yun Shudai successfully ate a portion of sweet and sour pork tenderloin. Although it was still chicken, at least it had oil and sugar.

However, after picking up just one piece of food with chopsticks, he became absent-minded and kept looking out the window.

At this time, Jiang Yi should have rescued Shen Jimeng, right? After more than ten minutes, Jiang Yi did not get any response from Shen Jimeng, and finally left in disappointment.

When Mr. Song saw that there was no movement outside, he thought that Shen Jimeng was still asleep. He was careless for a moment and let her go. Then he got out of bed, got dressed and prepared to leave.

As a result, Shen Jimeng, who had quietly gotten up, picked up the ashtray on the ground and smashed it down.

Unfortunately, it went a little off-center and only hit his head and made it bleed.

She did not pass out. Mr. Song lay on the ground, leaning against the door, blocking her way out. At this moment, she was in a daze and the medicine in her body had taken effect to the extreme. If she did not go out, something would definitely happen to her. She was unable to do anything for a while, so she finally ran to the window and quickly opened one of the windows.