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

To be honest, Song Xi'er didn't expect that she would be able to return to Jingwan.

She thought that the relationship between her and Shang Ji was over long ago, and she would never come back here again.

"What are you doing?" Shang Ji turned back to look at her: "Can't you walk anymore?"

"...No." Song Xier closed the door and walked in.

Shang Ji answered the phone and went straight into the study without knowing what was said on the other end.

Song Xier stood there and glanced around, feeling strange and awkward for a moment.

In fact, to be honest, she spent more time in Jingwan than in the house she rented.

Before this, traces of her could be seen everywhere in this house.

But now, at a glance, there is nothing.

The first thing I noticed was that her slippers were no longer in the shoe cabinet at the door.

Just like the relationship between her and Shang Ji, it was as absurd as a dream.

When I woke up from the dream, all traces of the past had disappeared.

Song Xi'er's eyes were a little swollen. She wondered if the coolness in her limbs had overcome the discomfort in her waist. Standing here, she seemed to feel nothing except the bursts of pain from her heart.

Shang Ji stayed in the study for half an hour. When he came out, he didn't see Song Xier in the living room, but he saw someone at the entrance.

Song Xi'er obviously stood there without moving after entering the door. When she saw Shang Ji coming out, she moved her mouth. She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she just said stiffly: "Are you done?"

Shang Ji looked at her with dark eyes and said nothing.

Song Xi'er's body temperature had not calmed down at all when she was in the car just now. Now that she had been standing here for another half an hour, she felt that her legs were so numb that they were no longer her own.

She also wanted to sit down, but she didn't want Shang Ji to think that she considered this place her home.

After all, the two have no relationship now, and she should know some propriety.

"If you have any requests, you can tell me." Song Xi'er looked at Shang Ji: "As long as I can do it, I can agree to it."

Yang Ming asked her to coax Shang Ji and make people happy.

But in the past half hour, Song Xier thought carefully about it, and she couldn't do this.

"Coax" is such an ambiguous and intimate word. Just hearing it makes people feel happy.

However, this word should no longer be placed between her and Shang Ji.

Not suitable.

Nor should it.

Their eyes met, and no one spoke for a while. The entrance was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Finally, Shang Ji said "come in" and turned around to walk to the living room.

Song Xier hesitated for a moment and did not move.

Shang Ji's voice came again: "There are slippers in the cabinet on the left."

Song Xier was stunned for a second and then raised her hand to open the cabinet on the left and saw the slippers prepared for the guests.

She breathed a sigh of relief and took out a pair.

guest……

Song Xier felt that this identity suited her very well.

Shang Ji was sitting lazily on the sofa. He had taken off his coat and was only wearing a black shirt underneath. His tie was torn open and the top button of the shirt was also unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone. Above that, there was Sexy Adam's apple.

Song Xi'er only glanced at it and quickly withdrew her gaze, not daring to look any further.

She sat down opposite Shang Ji, sitting very straight, looking directly at him, waiting for his words.

Shang Ji's eyelids drooped slightly, and his thick eyelashes cast a light shadow. I don't know if it was the effect of the light or something else. At this moment, the coldness in his body seemed to be missing.

He just sat there with a casual attitude and looked at Song Xi'er without saying a word, just looking at her.

Song Xier was quite calm at first, but gradually became less calm.

"You..." She looked away a little uncomfortably.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Shang Ji sat there casually: "Are you afraid of me?"

Facing his dark eyes, Song Xier pursed her lips and said nothing.

Shang Ji narrowed his eyes, and a hint of impatience seemed to flash across his face.

"come over."

"...Cousin, if you have anything to say, just say it this way."

"Cousin?" Shang Ji sneered, then suddenly turned his gaze and landed on the armrest of the sofa where Song Xi'er was sitting.

He smiled half-heartedly: "Since my cousin wants something from me, do you want to change the sofa for me?"

Song Xi'er followed Shang Ji's gaze and looked over. She was stunned for a moment, then her face instantly turned red, and even her neck turned completely red.

The sofa was made of leather, and at first glance it was the kind that was shockingly expensive.

But at this time, there were marks on the armrests of the leather sofa that looked like fingernails. They were not very deep, but they were very obvious.

With such traces on this sofa, this sofa is considered useless.

Not to mention still at Shang Ji's home.

But he didn't change it.

Others don't know how the claw marks were made, but Song Xier knows it better than anyone else.

Because...she caught it.

One time before, Shang Ji pressed her down on the sofa so hard that she couldn't hold it back and scratched the sofa, leaving this mark.

Later, she thought Shang Ji would change it, but instead of changing it, he told her, "Keep it, and you can scratch it as much as you want in the future. I like it."

Song Xi'er was speechless at the time and didn't understand what she liked about it.

And later, no matter how much he tortured her, she refused to touch the sofa again.

So this trace...

"It was scratched by a disobedient kitten." Shang Ji looked at Song Xi'er: "Why, my cousin doesn't remember?"

Because of her words, he also deliberately changed his title.

When Song Xi'er listened, she felt that her cheeks were so hot that they seemed to be burning.

She sat there with her head slightly lowered, not daring to raise her head to meet his gaze.

Song Xi'er, who was originally uncomfortable, didn't know where to put her hands and feet. Even the sofa under her body seemed to become hot in an instant, making her restless and wanting to get up and leave.

Obviously Shang Ji didn't say anything, but some indescribable pictures could not help but appear in Song Xier's mind...

And the scene is the sofa she is sitting on...

As for the people on the couch…

Song Xi'er controlled her thoughts of running away in time and pulled her back forcefully.

"I...I don't know what my cousin is talking about?"

Song Xi'er unconsciously clenched the pants on her legs with both hands: "I, you... it's very late. My cousin needs to rest. If you have anything, you can talk about it tomorrow. I'll leave first."

After Song Xier finished speaking, she stood up from the sofa. Because her movement was too fast, she accidentally reached her waist. Song Xier's original movement to leave instantly froze in place.

"I'll be very busy tomorrow." Shang Ji's eyes fell on Song Xi'er's red face and his legs were crossed: "After tonight, if you want to say something again, I may not want to hear it."

Song Xier frowned and looked at him without saying anything.

"What?" Shang Ji glanced at her waist: "Don't want to leave?"