After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

The bell rang several times before Song Xier answered: "Hello."

"Xi'er, where are you?" Xiao Jie asked in a bad tone, "Are you with Shang Ji?"

Song Xi'er didn't answer and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Didn't you say that we have nothing to do with you anymore? Xi'er, don't forget that you are my fiancée now."

Song Xi'er frowned: "Xiao Jie, if I remember correctly, I told you very clearly that I will not marry you."

“You want to burn bridges so quickly?”

"It's not about burning bridges. What happened to my senior sister was all because of you. You did help me in the competition, but I don't owe you." Song Xier's voice was a little cold: "I thought you knew all this."

After she finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Xiao Jie asked: "I have already sent out the invitations, and the merchants already know about my relationship with you. If you regret your marriage at this time, what are you going to tell the merchants?"

"This is my business, you just need to cancel the wedding."

Song Xi'er was about to hang up the phone as she spoke, but Xiao Jie quickly shouted: "Wait a minute."

"There is something else."

"Song Xi'er, I said, Shang Ji will never marry you. Even if you like him no matter how much you like him, you won't-"

"It has nothing to do with him. Even without him, I wouldn't marry you." Song Xi'er paused as she spoke: "Xiao Jie, you must have forgotten that our relationship is not even that of an ordinary friend. "

Looking at the hung up call, Xiao Jie's face turned pale. He couldn't help but threw the phone out, and it fell to the wall and shattered instantly.

"So angry?" Yu Wenze walked in and saw this scene: "You don't really like that Song Xi'er, do you?"

Xiao Jie looked depressed and said nothing.

Yu Wenze came over with his mobile phone: "If you really like it, would you like me to help you?"

Xiao Jie raised his head: "What do you mean?"

Yu Wenze laughed, clicked a few times on his phone and handed it to Xiao Jie.

There was a photo on the screen, of Yu Meng and Yu Wenze, but Yu Wenze had his back to the camera, and only Yu Meng showed his face, on the bed.

Xiao Jie frowned, a little unhappy: "Didn't you tell me to delete it?"

"It was deleted." Yu Wenze said with a smile: "I didn't lie to you. I had posted this photo in the group before, and the chat history is still there."

……

Song Xi'er had just hung up the phone from Xiao Jie when she heard a movement at the door.

She stood up quickly and saw the door opened, and Shang Ji walked in from the outside smelling of alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" Song Xier frowned.

Shang Ji looked up at her and said nothing. As he walked in, he raised his hand and pulled off the tie around his neck, and then took off his coat.

He threw it casually into Song Xier's hand.

"You..." Song Xi'er looked down at the clothes in her arms and followed up: "I've been waiting for you all day."

Shang Ji took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drank most of it in one breath.

After drinking, he raised his eyes and landed on the dining table not far away.

The four dishes and one soup served at noon were still the same. Shang Ji narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Xier: "Didn't you eat?"

"Yeah." Song Xi'er paused: "I want to wait for you..."

Shang Ji laughed and his eyes fell condescendingly on Song Xier's face: "Wait for me?"

"About the gallery." Song Xi'er said, "How are you considering it?"

"Not very good." Shang Ji said and walked out, passing by the dining table, and paused when his eyes glanced at the bowl of tofu and ball soup.

"Then how long do you have to think about it?" Song Xi'er followed closely behind her: "Can I have some time?"

"No." Shang Ji sat on the sofa, leaning back, closing his eyes and raising his hand to rub his eyebrows.

Song Xi'er didn't know how much he drank, but she just looked at his movements and hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down beside him: "I'll do it."

Shang Ji paused, opened his eyes, and saw Song Xi'er's face approaching him. Then he raised his hands and pressed his temples with his index and middle fingers.

Her movements were very gentle, her fingertips were slightly cool, and they felt soft and comfortable against his skin that was warm after drinking.

Shang Ji put down his hand and lay down relaxedly, just pressing it down for her.

His gaze fell firmly on her face, deep and heavy, like a voyeuristic beast in the dark.

Song Xier's technique was not very professional, and because of her posture, she felt bursts of pain in her waist after just pressing it for a while.

The next second before she could react, she saw Shang Ji fish it out, and Song Xier moved from kneeling on one knee to sit face to face on Shang Ji's lap.

Her whole body stiffened instantly, and she wanted to stand up reflexively, but Shang Ji held her shoulders down.

"Just press it like this." He looked at her and said, "It feels comfortable."

I don't know whether he or Song Xi'er is comfortable when he talks about it.

But no matter who it was, Song Xier couldn't sit on his lap.

"No need..." Song Xi'er's cheeks were hot: "I can just stand."

"Don't move." Shang Ji didn't let go of his hand and lazily repeated again: "Just hold it down."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

The temperature on Song Xi'er's face gradually increased, and she couldn't move even if she wanted to, but she couldn't really sit down like that, so she stepped on the ground with her toes and her buttocks were very tight.

But even so, she was still half-sitting on Shang Ji's lap. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the strong muscles of the man's thigh, which was so hot that the temperature of her whole body was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. rising.

"What?" Shang Ji suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Song Xi'er's red cheeks, chuckled and said, "I just think it's convenient to sit like this. Why is my cousin's face so red? What are you thinking?"

"No." Song Xi'er spoke very quickly: "I... didn't think about anything."

"Really?" Shang Ji sat back. I don't know if it was because of drinking. He looked lazy, and his handsome features were lazy and sexy: "I thought you were thinking about some scenes that were not suitable for children."

Song Xier's eyes widened: "I didn't."

"No, no, no need to be so excited." Shang Ji looked at her: "Keep pressing, it's quite comfortable."

This time he didn't close his eyes again, just looked at her.

Song Xi'er tried her best to stay calm and raised her hand again after a while.

As soon as her hand touched Shang Ji's skin, a cell phone rang suddenly.

It was Shang Ji's phone call, from Zhuang Lin.

Shang Ji took a look, put one hand on Song Xier's waist, and answered the phone with the other.

"Shang Ji, are you home?" Because they were close, Song Xi'er could hear Zhuang Lin's voice, which was delicate.

"Yeah." Shang Ji responded lazily.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable after drinking so much wine?" Zhuang Lin paused before continuing: "I'm downstairs, and I brought you some hangover soup."

Song Xier's eyes suddenly opened wide!

Zhuang Lin is downstairs!

"Shang Ji?" Not hearing Shang Ji's voice, Zhuang Lin seemed a little embarrassed: "If it's inconvenient for you, I-"

"It's convenient." Shang Ji said, "Come up."