After the wedding, Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu accompanied Song Qing and Wang Jing to see off the guests and were about to go home. As soon as they got in the car, Lin Qingqian and Jin Beisheng caught up with them. Lin Qingqian grabbed Song Shengsheng's door and said with a coquettish smile, "Sister Shengsheng, can you take me in tonight? I want to chat with you!"
Song Shengsheng looked up at Jin Beisheng who was standing behind her and smiled: "Of course, as long as Mr. Jin has no objection."
Before Jin Beisheng could say anything, Jiang Yiyu was already unhappy. He leaned over and grabbed the car door: "No! Who wants to stay at someone else's house after just knowing each other for a few hours? Miss Lin, you are being presumptuous."
Lin Qingqian frowned: "But Sister Shengsheng said it's okay."
Jiang Yiyu pulled the car door back again. "What she said is, if your husband has no objection, and he hasn't expressed his opinion yet, then he has an opinion, and if he has an opinion, then he disagrees. My wife has to accompany me, so how can she have time to chat with you? You two are not familiar with each other, so there is nothing to talk about! Goodbye!"
After saying that, he winked at Jin Beisheng, who pulled Lin Qingqian back. Jiang Yiyu decisively closed the car door and urged the driver to drive faster.
Song Shengsheng looked at him and smiled, "Why bother? Those two are your partners. You can't afford to offend either of them."
Jiang Yiyu sighed, held her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it: "My dear, why are you so attractive? I have to guard against men, and now I have to guard against women."
"Don't talk nonsense. Miss Lin just wants to be friends with me."
"But she was just trying to steal you from me."
"Jiang Yiyu, have you drunk too much? Your brain is damaged."
Jiang Yiyu gave her a look of grievance and leaned towards the car window: "Anyway, I just don't want you to get too close to her."
"Why? Wouldn't it be more helpful for me to become friends with her?"
"I just... I don't want to."
"Are you afraid that I'll be like her, and if one day I no longer want you, I'll be so heartless that I won't even look at you for a second?"
Jiang Yiyu didn't say anything.
Song Shengsheng sighed and reached out to rub his head: "You are not Jin Beisheng. As long as you are obedient, honest with me, and don't betray me, I will not give up on you, because it is not easy to get you."
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But Jiang Yiyu was on guard against all odds, but he still couldn't expect that Song Shengsheng would be called away by Lin Qingqian's phone call the next morning.
At that time, he was about to tear open the small bag of emotional communication to enhance his relationship with her, but who would have thought that Song Shengsheng actually held him down and said ruthlessly: "Miss Lin asked me to go out and play. When I come back in the evening, we can continue!"
Jiang Yiyu was shocked. Could something like this be archived?
He hurriedly grabbed Song Shengsheng and said, "She asked you to go out and play, and you left me alone?"
Song Shengsheng looked at him, thought for a moment, and said, "I thought about it last night. In order for you to take over the company and develop smoothly in Nancheng in the future, I think I still have to help you accumulate the connections of the Nancheng Lin family."
"I don't need it!"
Song Shengsheng patted his face and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "Be obedient, it's a good thing to be more ambitious."
Just like that, she left without looking back.
Jiang Yiyu became angrier and angrier, so he called Jin Beisheng directly. Jin Beisheng didn't answer the phone, and when he finally got through, he yelled, "Jin Beisheng! Can you control your wife? She's seriously affecting my life now!"
On the other end of the phone, Jin Beisheng sighed, his tone still indifferent: "I can't control it."
"You...you...what's the use of you!"
Jin Beisheng: "That's what she said, but I can tell you where they are going."
"explain!"
"There's a boxing gym near my house. If you want to come, I can wait for you at the door."
"Shit, what do you mean? You're not just following me around, are you?"
"Well, I'm sending Qianqian there. I'm driving. No more words." When he hung up the phone, Jiang Yiyu heard Lin Qingqian say goodbye to him very politely.
By the time he finished dealing with himself and rushed to the boxing gym, Song Shengsheng and Lin Qingqian had already changed into their equipment and started training.
Jin Beisheng stood by and watched quietly, twisting the useless string of beads in his hand.
Jiang Yiyu, fully armed with a hat and a mask, stood beside him with a look of resentment.
Jin Beisheng turned his head and glanced at him: "Here I am."
Jiang Yiyu hummed impatiently: "I'm really convinced."
"Me too. But Qianqian has been very happy since she met Miss Song yesterday."
"What does it have to do with me whether your Qianqian is happy or not? I am unhappy anyway."
Jin Beisheng: "If she is happy, I am happy."
"What does your happiness have to do with me?"
"Theoretically, I'm happy that you need my help now, and it will be more conducive to the advancement of our cooperation."
Jiang Yiyu was also convinced. He really couldn't understand how Jin Beisheng could say such shameless words in such a calm tone.
After watching for a while, Jin Beisheng said, "Miss Song looks like she can fight."
"A black belt in Taekwondo and a Sanda champion."
"That's pretty impressive."
"You tell me?"
The two stood there for a while, and Jin Beisheng suggested going out to smoke a cigarette, and Jiang Yiyu naturally had no objection.
As the two of them leaned against the wall and smoked slowly, Song Ming called Jiang Yiyu and asked him where he was and whether he wanted to invite Jin Beisheng to dinner tonight.
Jiang Yiyu glanced at Jin Beisheng unhappily and said to Song Ming, "Why don't you come over now? I'm with him."
Song Ming: "You two are together, and you didn't call me?"
Jiang Yiyu: "If you want Wenjing to practice boxing, you can bring her along."
On the other end of the phone, Song Ming laughed and asked for his address, saying that he would be there soon.
When Song Ming arrived, Jiang Yiyu was already tired of standing. He sat down on the steps in front of the boxing gym and watched Jin Beisheng fiddle with his obsidian Buddhist beads over and over again.
He really wanted to tell him that it was useless to just chant Buddha's name to pursue his wife, but then he thought, forget it, they were not that familiar with each other, and their relationship was purely one of interest. What did how the other person pursued his wife have to do with him? He respected him but did not understand him, and he was too lazy to understand.
Song Ming looked at them and smiled, "How long have you two been standing here? You've almost become like specimens, haven't you?"
"It's okay." Jiang Yiyu said.
Song Ming sat down next to him and bumped shoulders with him: "Why don't you go in and practice together?"
Jiang Yiyu: "I don't want to show my face."
Jin Beisheng: "Not interested."
Jiang Yiyu glanced at Jin Beisheng, who looked indifferent, and asked Song Mingdao, "Where's Wen Jing?"
"I went home with my parents in the morning, and then I went to work."
"Newlyweds! Is this how you're spending your days?"
Song Ming smiled indifferently: "We have always lived together, so it's good for us to be busy with our own things. At least there will be fewer conflicts."
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