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

After Shang Ji finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Song Xi'er took back her hand and tried to stand up, but was held down by Shang Ji again, and this time he put both hands on her waist.

"Zhuang...sister-in-law is coming up." Song Xi'er looked at Shang Ji, with a serious look on her face and a hint of panic that could not be concealed.

As early as yesterday when she followed Shang Ji into the place, she felt uncomfortable in various ways. She originally wanted to settle the matter in the gallery before leaving.

But she didn't expect that Shang Ji would send someone to watch her again, and she didn't expect that Zhuang Lin would suddenly come over.

If Zhuang Lin sees her here, how should she explain?

"What happened up here?" Compared to Song Xier's panic, Shang Ji's expression was much calmer: "What's the problem?"

Song Xi'er didn't even think about it: "You are about to--"

"You also said right away." Shang Ji looked calm: "That is, not yet."

Song Xier frowned: "You are going to get engaged and get married soon, so you don't care about her feelings at all?"

Before this, Song Xier thought that Shang Ji had feelings for Zhuang Lin no matter how much.

But now looking at Shang Ji's attitude, not only did she not feel happy, she only felt a chill.

A man is about to marry a woman. No matter what other reasons there are, since he has decided to marry, Song Xier feels that he must take it seriously.

Even if there is no emotion, some principles and responsibilities cannot be ignored.

But now, seeing Zhuang Lin about to go upstairs, Shang Ji, as Zhuang Lin's future husband, could hug her with peace of mind and didn't even feel there was anything wrong in his words.

Thinking of this, Song Xi'er suddenly felt that she might have never really known the man in front of her before.

Because she had a unique filter for Shang Ji from the beginning, so when they met again, no matter how she looked at him, she was perfect and full of love for him.

But after this period of time, Song Xier found that her love was too blind and not clear enough.

"Why don't you say anything?" Shang Ji finished speaking and gently pinched Song Xi'er's waist with his fingers.

Song Xier raised her head and looked at him seriously.

“Sister-in-law will be there soon—ah!”

Song Xier's eyes suddenly widened midway through her words.

Because Shang Ji's hands slipped into the hem of her clothes.

She was embarrassed and wanted to stop his movement, but Shang Ji suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

His movements were gentle, yet had a hint of strength that was irresistible.

Song Xi'er beat his chest hard with both hands, trying to push him away, but Shang Ji directly raised his hand to clasp the back of her head and push her towards him. His lips and tongue directly opened her teeth and hooked her evasive tongue. , absorbing every inch of breath and sweetness in her mouth.

"Well...Shang..."

Song Xi'er leaned back and tried to dodge, but her strength could not match the opponent's. What she got in the end was a gentle attack that turned into a more ferocious attack.

Song Xi'er never had the initiative when it came to kissing him. Even if she had the initiative at the beginning, she would be completely defeated by his offensive in the end.

Song Xier used to like Shang Ji kissing her very much. Even if she was breathless every time she was kissed and could only be held by him in the end, she still liked it very much.

Shang Ji knew better than anyone how to make her feel comfortable, and it was the same this time.

But this time, even though Song Xi'er was unable to resist being kissed, she still maintained her sobriety.

She clearly knew that she and Shang Ji no longer had the kind of relationship where they could hug each other and kiss intimately.

Shang Ji's breathing became hotter and hotter, and he didn't know if it was because of drinking, but his whole aura was more powerful and compelling than usual.

His palms always firmly trapped Song Xier in his arms, and the burning kiss moved from Song Xier's lips all the way down, from her chin, and then fell on Song Xier's neck, collarbone...

Song Xier's breathing was panting and rapid, and her chest was heaving.

But no matter how hard she struggled, it was to no avail.

"Shang Ji, don't make me hate you."

Shang Ji didn't seem to hear it. He raised his hand and pulled her collar, and then bit her chest gently.

"Well..." Song Xi'er raised her hand and grabbed his hair, trying to push him away: "No..."

No!

Absolutely not!

"What can't be done?" Shang Ji's low and hoarse voice asked in her ear: "Baby, to be honest, you really want it too, don't you?"

"...No." Tears overflowed from the corners of Song Xier's eyes, feeling ashamed and annoyed: "You can't do this. We have broken up. You are forcing me. I can call the police."

"Break up? I don't agree."

"you--"

Just when Song Xi'er spoke, a doorbell suddenly sounded behind her, like a thunderbolt striking Song Xi'er hard out of thin air.

Zhuang Lin is here!

Song Xier struggled desperately and slapped Shang Ji on the face.

The force is not heavy, but it is very clear in the ears.

Song Xier seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then said in a cold voice: "If my cousin needs it, my sister-in-law will be outside the door now. This kind of thing depends on your own will. If I don't want to, does my cousin want to force me?"

Shang Ji finally stopped, his dark eyes a bit scary.

"Don't want to?"

"Yes, I don't want to." Song Xi'er gasped and said, "I said, except for this matter, I can agree to anything else that I can do."

Shang Ji lowered his eyes and glanced at the traces of his kiss on her fair skin, and slid his palm down again: "What if I said I only want this?"

"Then I will think of other ways."

The doorbell was still ringing, but Shang Ji didn't seem to hear it. His deep eyes captured Song Xier's face: "There is no other way."

He spoke calmly, but no one would doubt the authenticity of his words.

Because he has this strength.

Song Xier's eyes flashed with sadness, and her voice was inexplicably lowered: "We are all a family, do you have to go to this point?"

"I just don't want to help. It's Uncle San who wants to sell the gallery, so he has nothing to do with me."

"But..." Song Xi'er seemed to want to say something else, but when she saw the desire and strength in Shang Shang Ji's eyes, she clenched her fists and after a few seconds, her eyes drooped: "I——"

"You have thought about it." Shang Ji interrupted her: "As long as you agree, I guarantee that the gallery will be returned to my second uncle intact, and no one will pay attention to the gallery again in the future."

"You must give up." Song Xi'er looked at him: "I won't agree."

"You..." Shang Ji's eyes darkened. Seeing the determination in Song Xier's eyes, he unconsciously tightened his grip on her wrist.

Their eyes met, and no one spoke for a while, only the doorbell rang continuously and tirelessly not far away.

Zhuang Lin seemed to be very patient, she just kept pressing the doorbell without making any sound or making a phone call.

She obviously couldn't see what was going on inside, but Song Xier had an inexplicable intuition that Zhuang Lin knew she was inside.

She kept pressing the doorbell as a warning to her and her identity!