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

Shang Ji stood there, his expression completely cold.

I kept telling him that I could do anything as long as I didn’t sell the gallery, but now it seems like that’s all.

That's right, haven't you seen her pretentious behavior a long time ago?

After so many years of being trained to perfection by her, he actually once again believed that she really wanted to stay.

In the darkness, Shang Ji sneered and turned around to go back to the room.

Suddenly, a sound came from the sofa.

Although it is very light, it is very clear in the quiet night.

Shang Ji's movements were sudden, and his dark eyes moved from the sofa to under the sofa.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Shang Ji frowned and took two steps forward.

However, before he could see anything, his legs were suddenly hugged by someone.

Shang Ji paused and looked down.

All the lights in the living room were turned off, not even the floor lamp was left. Only the curtains that were not tightened on the side cast a little light.

Shang Ji was standing on the other side of the sofa just now, so he didn't see anything when he looked over here.

But at this time, I saw that his legs were tightly hugged by a pair of white arms. The owner of the arms seemed to be very cold, and his whole body was curled up. He was only covered with a thin blanket, and his fair cheeks could be seen in the darkness. Clear outline, sleeping soundly.

Shang Ji: "..."

The blanket was originally placed on the sofa. It was neither thin nor thick. It could be covered with a blanket if the air conditioner was turned on, but it was completely impossible in this weather without the air conditioner.

So Song Xier didn't take off her clothes and just lay on the carpet. Although the carpet was thick and soft, she couldn't withstand the cold weather today.

He didn’t sleep in the guest room or on the sofa, but just slept on the floor! ?

What, do you want to get up and have a hard time with him tomorrow morning?

Shang Ji's face was frighteningly cold in the darkness. He just looked down at Song Xi'er, who was holding his legs. The latter seemed to have suddenly found the source of heat, and unconsciously leaned towards Shang Ji again. .

Shang Ji moved his legs, but instead of pulling them back, Song Xier hugged her tighter.

The next day.

Song Xier woke up from the heat.

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a piece of leather sofa armrest, but the leather on the armrest was scratched. It looked like good leather, but it made people feel distressed just looking at it.

Scratched...

Song Xi'er's mind froze for a moment, and in the next second all her consciousness came back, and she realized where she was.

She was at Shang Ji's home. This was Shang Ji's sofa, and she had grabbed this sofa...

Song Xi'er stopped her thoughts in time, sat up on her elbows, looked at the blanket on her body, and then at the carpet under her body. It was exactly the same as before she fell asleep, without any changes.

But the only difference was that she was extremely cold before she fell asleep. Even though the windows were closed, she felt like there was wind blowing into her from all directions.

But there was no wind at the moment, and she was extremely warm. Even the blanket on her body and the carpet beneath her exuded an extremely comfortable warmth, like the heat from being roasted by a fire all night.

Song Xi'er touched her hot face and didn't react for a while.

Is this... heating up?

"Are you awake?" A sudden voice brought Song Xi'er back to her senses. She looked up and saw a woman in her forties or fifty standing by the sofa with a smile on her face, looking at her.

"you are……"

"I am a servant in Mr. Shang's family. My surname is Chen." The woman smiled and said, "Breakfast is still hot. You can eat it after you wash up."

Shang Ji rarely saw strangers at home, so Song Xier, the hourly worker who came here regularly to clean before, had basically never seen anyone.

Unexpectedly, Shang Ji hired a servant after she left.

Song Xi'er held onto the sofa and tried to get up. The servant came over to help her and asked, "Why are you sleeping on the floor? It's so cold, even with heating, it's not comfortable."

Heating?

Song Xier was stunned for a second, then raised her hand and touched the floor, and sure enough, it felt warm.

No wonder it's so warm, it turns out the heater is on.

"Thank you Aunt Chen." Song Xi'er stood up and smiled gratefully at the other party.

Her first reaction was that Aunt Chen had turned on the heater when she came over in the morning, otherwise she must have been woken up by the cold instead of the heat.

But isn't the temperature a bit too high?

Song Xi'er looked around in confusion, hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Aunt Chen, Shang... where is my cousin?"

"So you are Mr. Shang's sister." Aunt Chen said with a smile, "Mr. Shang has already gone out."

out?

Did you go out without saying anything to her?

So what should she do?

"Did my cousin say anything to you?" Song Xier asked again.

"No." Aunt Chen shook her head: "Mr. Shang only told me to prepare three meals a day. Do you have any taboos?"

"Just call me Xi'er." Song Xi'er said, "I'll eat anything."

Since I promised three meals a day, does that mean I will come back for lunch?

"Okay, Miss Xi'er, there are newly purchased toiletries in the bathroom. Please go and wash up."

The bathroom in the guest room is outside, and there are indeed new toiletries on the sink. They are all disposable. They are not the brands that Shangji usually uses. They look very cheap at first glance. Aunt Chen should have bought them herself. It seems a little out of place here.

The shoes in the shoe cabinet, the cup she usually drank from, her favorite pillows and blankets on the sofa, as well as some small ornaments and decorations she bought were gone.

There was also Shang Ji's bedroom. Although she didn't go in, she could tell that her clothes and toiletries were probably gone.

It seems that all the things she had here before were thrown away by Shang Ji, and not a single thing is left!

This is good, as it will save Zhuang Lin from being unhappy when she comes to live there.

Song Xier lowered her eyes, hiding the darkness in her eyes.

After washing up, Song Xier sat at the dining table and had breakfast. The cell phone placed aside rang. It was Su Mei calling.

"mom."

"Xi'er, mom made pork rib soup for you and will deliver it to you later."

Song Xi'er was drinking porridge for a moment, then subconsciously said: "No, Mom, I'm not here -"

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

"What's wrong?" Su Mei asked, "You're not running around, are you? You can't get out of bed anymore, you must be obedient."

"I..." Song Xier suddenly felt guilty.

Su Mei noticed that her daughter's tone was wrong and asked quickly: "What's wrong? Xi'er, tell the truth to mom, are you..."