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

"I..." Song Xi'er felt as if she was going to burn on the spot.

There was a stalemate like this for a few seconds. She lowered her head under Shang Ji's gaze and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

"I will pay for the sofa."

"Oh." Shang Ji responded lightly, his attitude inexpressible.

Seeing Song Xi'er standing there without moving, he paused for a few seconds, then stood up and took a few steps forward: "I don't like forcing people. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. The door is there, get out!"

At the end of the sentence, his voice was cold: "If you don't want to leave, then think carefully about the purpose of coming here. Since you want to ask for help, then use the attitude of asking for help."

Song Xier clenched her hands and resisted the soreness in her chest as she said, "As long as you can help uncle, I will never appear in front of you in the future."

She knew that she annoyed him, so in this case, she would just avoid him in the future.

Shang Ji frowned and suddenly raised his hand to light a cigarette.

He didn't speak. The line of his jaw was sharp and beautiful along with his smoking movements, but his deep eyes were cold and devoid of warmth.

"Anyone can say nice things, but what I want is action."

He said and took another step forward: "Song Xi'er, you know what I'm talking about."

Song Xier stiffened for a moment: "We are not suitable..."

"Why is it inappropriate?"

"It's not appropriate to let my sister-in-law know." Song Xi'er said solemnly and seriously: "We have no relationship anymore. This is not good."

"Really?" Shang Ji chuckled: "So now that you are here, do you think I am easy to talk to? Or do you think I will miss my old relationship and be special to you?"

Song Xi'er's face stiffened for a moment. After being poked into her thoughts, her face, which had finally calmed down, turned red again.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she did hold on to such a bit of luck.

But now that Shang Ji said it so bluntly, Song Xier herself felt cheap.

He kept saying that the two of them had nothing to do with each other, that he was just her cousin in name, and nothing else.

But deep down, there was still a shameful expectation.

After getting off the bus, follow Shang Ji into the elevator, then go upstairs and enter the house.

Although Song Xi'er didn't think about it deliberately, she had actually had such thoughts.

No matter how small the thought is, as long as it exists, it exists.

Seeing Song Xier's changing expression, Shang Ji sneered, turned around and put out the cigarette in his hand on the coffee table, then turned and left.

Song Xi'er was left standing alone, her eyes sore and astringent, inexplicable emotions rushing towards her like an overwhelming ocean, and she couldn't control it.

She knew it was time to leave now.

She should never step foot in this place again.

But thinking of what Shang Ji had just said, Song Xier couldn't leave.

Uncle Shang was so kind to her and her mother. Over the years, as long as it was about the two of them, he did everything personally, from the bottom of his heart, and never complained.

Now that the gallery was involved for her own reasons, Song Xier could not just watch the gallery be sold.

Before entering the room, Shang Ji said: "Open the door later."

Song Xi'er was stunned for a moment and looked up. Shang Ji's back had disappeared behind the door.

Song Xi'er sniffed and her eyes fell on the armrest of the sofa nearby. She stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly took a pillow nearby and covered it.

Just when she was thinking about how to persuade Shang Ji next, or how to get Shang Ji to calm down and agree to help, the doorbell sounded from the entrance.

Who?

Song Xi'er blinked quickly, wiped it again, and then walked over and opened the door in small steps.

Yang Ming was holding large and small bags in his hand, and he saw that the logo was the packaging of a certain hotel.

"Miss Xi'er." Yang Ming didn't come in and directly handed the bag in his hand to Song Xi'er.

"This is……"

"Mr. Shang hasn't had dinner yet." After Yang Ming finished speaking, he was about to leave. Song Xier hesitated for a second and then called out: "Assistant Yang, wait a moment."

Yang Ming turned around and said, "Miss Xi'er has something else to do."

"Just..." Song Xi'er clenched the packing bag in her hand: "Shang Ji..."

"What's wrong with Mr. Shang?"

"Does he have any hobbies?" Song Xi'er was a little embarrassed: "That is, is there anyone or anything that can make him feel better?"

Yang Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes after hearing this.

"What?" Song Xi'er was a little disappointed: "Don't you know?"

"No." Yang Ming shook his head: "But shouldn't these Miss Xi'er know best?"

Song Xi'er was stunned for a moment, then curled her lips bitterly: "You misunderstood, I don't understand him."

She had never understood Shang Ji.

Yang Ming glanced behind Song Xi'er, thought for a while and said, "There is indeed some trouble in the company these days, and... so Mr. Shang is not in a very good mood."

"But as I said just now, I just need Miss Xi'er to coax her. As for how to coax her..."

Yang Ming coughed uncomfortably when he said this: "Then Miss Xi'er needs to think about it by herself. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After speaking, Yang Ming turned around and walked away quickly without waiting for Song Xier to speak.

Song Xier stood there for a while holding the packing bag, and finally closed the door and returned to the living room.

She didn't know what Yang Ming bought, but it was a lot. Song Xi'er put the things on the coffee table and looked up in the direction of the bedroom.

Do you want to talk to Shang Ji? Otherwise, it won’t taste good after it cools down.

After thinking about it, Song Xier decided to say it.

If you have a better attitude, maybe Shang Ji will be able to talk easier when he has a full stomach.

Thinking like this, Song Xier got up and walked to the bedroom.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

However, the door was not closed tightly, and Song Xier opened it with a gentle push.

She was stunned for a moment, and before she could react the next second, the door was opened from the inside. Shang Ji wiped his hair with one hand and held the door handle with the other and opened the door.

He was wearing a dark bathrobe, with a belt tied casually. The half-open neckline revealed most of his firm chest muscles. The lines of the texture were smooth and beautiful. Looking further down, you could see the faint abdominal muscles. Are there any more on them? Wipe dry water drops...

Song Xier's pupils shrank, she quickly looked away, and at the same time took a step back: "I...Assistant Yang brought you dinner."

"Yes." Shang Ji responded lightly. His semi-wet hair was very messy after being rubbed, with a few strands hanging down on his forehead, adding a touch of uninhibited sexiness and spontaneity to his whole person, without the previous rigor. .

His eyes stayed on Song Xier's face for a few seconds, then he walked towards the living room without saying anything.

Song Xi'er turned around to follow. She lowered her head and didn't look at the person in front of her. After walking a few steps, she suddenly bumped into Shang Ji's back.

"I'm sorry..." Song Xi'er covered her nose and tried to step back, but Shang Ji suddenly turned around, raised his hand and pulled the person into his arms. "

Song Xier opened her eyes wide: "You..."