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

It was time to get off work, and the road from the banker to Shang's was not far away, but Zhuang Lin was stuck on the road and couldn't move.

She was so anxious that she held her cell phone and was about to call Shang Ji, but the cell phone rang first. It was Zhuang Manqing.

Zhuang Lin paused for a second and then connected: "Sister, have you got off the plane? Mom, she——"

Zhuang Manqing interrupted Zhuang Lin: "I'm still in country M."

Zhuang Lin was stunned for a moment, then asked quickly: "Did something happen? Didn't sister say that the plane was arriving in the afternoon? Mom has already gone to pick you up."

"Jay is sick. We are in the hospital now. I'm afraid we won't be able to make it back for a while." Zhuang Manqing said very apologetically: "I'm sorry, Linlin, I guess your sister won't be able to make it back for the engagement party."

Zhuang Lin couldn't help but smile on her face: "It's okay sister, Jay is important. It's just an engagement party. When Jay gets better, you can bring him back to attend my wedding."

"Okay, my sister will definitely go back early when the wedding comes." Zhuang Manqing: "By the way, my mother will definitely be unhappy if I can't go back this time. Please help me comfort her."

"Don't worry, sister, I'm here with mom."

Zhuang Lin hung up Zhuang Manqing's call, and her anxiety due to the traffic jam dissipated a lot.

My sister couldn't come back in time to attend the engagement party because Jay was sick, so when they came back it would be her wedding to Shang Ji.

By that time, the relationship between her and Shang Ji had been completely stable, and she no longer had to worry.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Lin was very happy. She couldn't help muttering in a low voice while holding her mobile phone: "Sister, you are the only girlfriend that Shang Ji has publicly acknowledged. I have to worry. I'm sorry. When the time comes, I will talk to Shang Ji." Once Ji gets married, he will be your brother-in-law."

……

The heating was turned on in the hall downstairs of Shang's family, which was very comfortable. In addition, Song Xi'er didn't sleep well last night, so she fell asleep while sitting and waiting.

When she woke up again, the sky outside was already dark.

Song Xier was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked to the front desk: "Is your business manager still in a meeting?"

The receptionist shook his head: "The business manager has already got off work."

"After get off work?" Song Xi'er frowned: "Why didn't you call me? When did he leave?"

"I just left not long ago." The front desk said, "Miss Song should be able to catch up if she goes out now."

Song Xi'er didn't even think about it as she hurriedly picked up the bag and ran outside.

The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days, and the heater was turned on indoors. Song Xier was warm after waiting for so long, but as soon as she ran out of the company door, the oncoming cold air froze her whole body, as if she was being scratched by a knife. on the skin.

Song Xi'er sneezed uncontrollably, and from the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar car driving out of the gate on the side.

It’s Shang Ji’s car!

Song Xi'er just wanted to return the things in her hands to Shang Ji quickly, so she ran over there without thinking about it, holding the bag.

Shang Ji was on the phone when Yang Ming suddenly stopped suddenly.

"Mr. Shang, this is Miss Xi'er."

When Shang Ji heard this, he looked up and saw Song Xi'er standing in front of the car. Looking at the distance, if Yang Ming had stepped on the brakes just a little slower, he would have hit him directly.

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

Naturally, Yang Ming did not dare to make any independent decisions.

Song Xier walked straight to the back seat and knocked on the window.

But it was the front window that lowered the window.

"Miss Xi'er." Yang Ming looked at Song Xi'er: "Is something wrong?"

Song Xi'er was stunned when he asked: "Didn't you ask me to send the things to the company?"

Yang Ming secretly glanced at the rearview mirror, coughed and said, "I'm really sorry, Miss Xi'er, I was so busy that I forgot."

Song Xi'er's face darkened, but she didn't say much. She just handed over the bag in her hand and said, "Assistant Yang, please help me pass it on to your business manager."

"This..." Yang Ming paused for a moment: "This is Mr. Shang's personal belongings. Please ask Miss Xi'er to hand it over to Mr. Shang personally."

Song Xi'er glanced at the back seat. Even though she couldn't see it, she could tell that Shang Ji must be sitting in the back.

"Then please Assistant Yang, please open the back window." Song Xi'er said.

"Um..." Yang Ming glanced outside: "It's so cold outside. Besides coming to deliver things, doesn't Miss Xi'er have something to say to Mr. Shang? Why don't you get in the car and talk first?"

Song Xi'er was naturally unwilling to get in the car, but before she could refuse, a horn sounded from behind.

This is the exit of the parking lot. There is a car coming out from behind.

"Miss Xi'er, our business manager has something to do and we don't have much time. If Miss Xi'er wants to say something, you'd better get in the car first."

Song Xier endured it again and again, wanting to turn around and leave.

But she was still holding something in her hand, and it was only half of it. She didn't know when she would get the other half back.

This matter must be explained clearly to Shang Ji, otherwise it will be thought that she did not pay it back on purpose.

"Okay." Song Xi'er finally nodded, but instead of going to the back seat, she walked around from the front of the car to the passenger seat, opened the door and got in.

"..." Yang Ming secretly glanced at the rearview mirror and then restarted the car.

After Song Xier got in the car, she turned around and looked at the back seat: "Shang——"

"Send it to me first." Shang Ji was on the phone. While talking to the other party, he lightly raised his eyes and glanced at Song Xi'er. The color in his eyes was very light and cold, and then he withdrew his gaze and looked down at his hands. Received documents.

Song Xi'er frowned slightly, hesitated again and finally stopped and sat back.

Less than a minute after the black Bentley disappeared in front of the company, Zhuang Lin's car stopped.

She quickly opened the car door and walked in quickly with her high heels on. When the receptionist saw her, she quickly stood up and said, "Secretary Zhuang, Mr. Shang is not here."

"Aren't you here?" Zhuang Lin paused and turned to look at the reception area, but saw no one from Song Xi'er.

"Did anyone here just now want to see Mr. Shang?" Zhuang Lin asked.

"Yes." The receptionist nodded: "After Mr. Shang left the company, she also left."

"Hey Song Xi'er, why are you still lingering?" Zhuang Lin gritted her teeth and walked out while taking out her mobile phone to call Shang Ji's number, but she couldn't get through, and the line kept showing busy status.

On the car over here.

Song Xier originally wanted to wait for Shang Ji to finish the call, return the things to him in person, and then get off the car after saying a few words, but she didn't expect that Shang Ji's call lasted for dozens of minutes.

It wasn't until Yang Ming finally parked the car at the entrance of a courtyard that Song Xier came back to her senses: "Where is this?"

Yang Ming put out the fire: "Mr. Shang made an appointment with someone to talk about something."

Song Xier frowned and turned around again: "Then this thing——"

Before she could finish her words, she saw Shang Ji in the back seat had already opened the door and got out of the car. He was still talking on the phone as he walked in!

Song Xi'er almost didn't come up in one breath and sat there with a very ugly expression on her face.

She turned her head: "Assistant Yang——"

Before she could finish her words, Yang Ming quickly explained: "Mr. Shang is getting engaged tomorrow. There are a lot of things to deal with before then, so he is quite busy."

Song Xier's hand holding the bag tightened: "In this case, I won't disturb him. Please help Assistant Yang return these to him, thank you."

Yang Ming did not answer, and repeated with a smile: "These are personal items given to Miss Xi'er by Mr. Shang. I don't know exactly what they are. I think it would be better for Ms. Xi'er to return them to Mr. Shang in person. Otherwise, if the time comes, You and I can’t tell what’s missing.”