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

Song Xier regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth. When she let go, she saw the blood on Shang Ji's wrist from her bite, and she immediately began to feel distressed again.

She looked up with red eyes: "Why don't you hide?"

Shang Ji glanced at it casually, nonchalantly.

I don't know if it's because of drinking, but he has an indescribable laziness about him at this moment. The collarbone and raised Adam's apple are looming under the dim light in the car, which is very sexy.

"We haven't seen you for a few days, have you lost your temper?" The magnetic voice seemed to carry the mellow aroma of wine, which made people intoxicated and fascinated.

Song Xier pursed her lips and said nothing, just blinking at him.

Shang Ji didn't say anything. He raised his hand to grab her, pressed her into his arms, and pinched her earlobe with his fingers.

Smelling the familiar smell on the tip of her nose and the sound of heartbeat coming from Shang Ji's chest, Song Xier's original grievance suddenly disappeared, leaving only an indescribable sense of security.

She raised her hands and hugged Shang Ji's waist tightly, rubbing her cheek against his arms.

Yang Ming carefully looked at the rearview mirror, lowered his head and replied to Zhuang Lin's message: [Miss Zhuang, Mr. Shang has something to do tonight, so he won't go to dinner with you. 】

On the other side, Zhuang Lin looked at the news of Yang Ming's return and threw her phone on the sofa angrily.

"Sure enough, she is just like her mother, shameless." Zhuang Lin raised her head and looked at Xiao Jie: "Are you okay? There has been no movement for several days."

"Why are you so anxious?" Xiao Jie replied to the message in the group without raising his head: "Don't worry, the person who will marry Shang Ji will definitely not be Song Xi'er."

"Her mother can take her to marry Uncle Shangji. What if she also marries her mother--"

Xiao Jie: "You also said that her mother took her to marry into a merchant. Not to mention that it is impossible for Shang Ji to marry Song Xier. Even if he really wants to marry, I can guarantee that no one in the merchant will agree."

Zhuang Lin: "That's what you say, but I just don't feel good about it."

"Just endure your discomfort for now. When you become Mrs. Shang, won't you be able to do whatever you want?"

While Xiao Jie was talking, a message suddenly flashed across the group, and he suddenly stopped.

"I'll make a call." Xiao Jie said, holding the cell phone and making the call while walking out: "Are you telling the truth? Did he really say that he knows Song Xi'er's mother?"

When Zhuang Lin heard Song Xier's name, she curiously wanted to go over and listen, but the cell phone beside her suddenly rang.

Looking at the incoming call, she answered the call and shouted with a smile: "Sister."

-

Qingwan.

Song Xi'er received a call from Yu Meng as soon as she entered the door, and realized that her bag had been left in the box and she had forgotten to take it.

Song Xier asked Yu Meng to take it back with her, and she would pick it up tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and saw Shang Ji walking to the kitchen, followed by Song Xi'er.

Although Shang Ji drank, he was not drunk.

He raised his hand to open the refrigerator door and took a look, then turned to ask Song Xier: "Have you eaten?"

"No." Song Xi'er shook her head without thinking and looked at him with bright eyes: "Do you want to cook?"

Shang Ji could cook, and it was delicious. Song Xier was surprised when she first learned about it.

It's just that Shang Ji rarely cooks, only a few times a year.

In my memory, the last time I ate food cooked by him was last Christmas.

Although she had already eaten with her senior sister in the evening, Song Xier felt that she could still eat some more.

"Yeah." Shang Ji said as he rolled up his sleeves, "Then just eat whatever you want."

Song Xier followed him: "Do you need my help?"

Shang Ji glanced at her sideways: "Just watch."

"Okay." Song Xier nodded happily.

After a while, she suddenly asked in a low voice: "Why are you cooking all of a sudden?"

Although Shang Ji didn't cook often, Song Xi'er also discovered that the previous few times were when he was in a bad mood.

Shang Ji didn't say anything. He washed the ingredients and prepared some ingredients.

It can't be any simpler action, but the effects produced by different people are completely different.

Even cooking, which is not in line with Shang Ji's status, makes him do it elegantly and noblely, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Song Xier stood aside and looked at his face and his hands for a while, but she was too busy.

The three dishes and one soup were prepared quickly, and they were all delicious and delicious. Song Xier liked to eat them all.

"Eat first, I'll take a shower." Shang Ji said and returned to the room.

Song Xi'er sat at the dining table, frowning and thinking about why Shang Ji was unhappy this time.

Is it because of her?

Is it because of Xiao Jie?

Are you jealous?

Thinking of these two words, Song Xier's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused, with a trace of astonishment on her fair face.

Although the two have been together for so many years, there is basically no one like Xiao Jie around Song Xier.

It's not that she doesn't have suitors, and there are quite a few of them, but they are all rejected by her decisive "I have a boyfriend" every time.

So, if you are really jealous...this is the first time.

Thinking of this, Song Xier turned her head to look in the direction of the bedroom, and her heartbeat suddenly became very fast.

Shang Ji quickly changed into a set of light-colored home clothes and came out.

Seeing Song Xier sitting still, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it taste bad?"

"Ah?" Song Xi'er came back to her senses: "No, I'll wait for you."

Shang Ji took a sip of water and said no more.

Song Xi'er looked at him secretly, eating and looking at each bite.

Finally, Shang Ji raised his head and tapped his fingers on the table twice: "Eat full, you will consume a lot later."

Realizing what he was talking about, Song Xier's cheeks suddenly turned red.

She quickly lowered her head to pick up the rice in the bowl. She ate so fast that she almost choked and coughed out tears.

Shang Ji put down his chopsticks and raised his head, frowned slightly, sat back and said, "Come here."

Song Xier looked up with tears in her eyes: "Huh?"

"Come here." Shang Ji repeated again.

Song Xier stood up obediently. As soon as she approached, Shang Ji raised her hand and pulled her, and the next second she sat directly on his lap.

Song Xi'er reflexively raised her arms to wrap her arms around Shang Ji's neck, looking at him with blinking eyes, her eyelashes still stained with tears.

She was wearing a loose knitted sweater today, and the hem was a bit too big. Shang Ji moved his palm and placed it directly on her slender waist.

Song Xi'er's whole body trembled slightly, and she smiled and said: "It's itchy..."

Not only did Shang Ji not move away, but he continued to move up.

The movements in his hands were full of fiery teasing, but his voice was very calm: "What's going on with Xiao Jie?"

Song Xi'er blinked quickly, then quickly lowered her eyes, and the smile on her face faded a bit.

But the next second, Shang Ji raised his hand to hold his chin and raised his head: "Huh?"

"Just..." Song Xier's voice was very low: "Junior high school classmate."

"Yes." Shang Ji nodded: "Continue."

"Just a junior high school classmate." Song Xi'er curled her lips and said, "I'm not familiar with him at all."

Shang Ji narrowed his eyes: "Nothing else?"

"...No more." Song Xi'er nodded: "I don't like him at all."

Shang Ji looked at her steadily, his eyes dark and deep, and said nothing.

Thinking of the speculation just now, Song Xier asked expectantly: "Are you jealous?"

Jealous?

It seemed that he heard some strange words, and Shang Ji found it very strange.

"Just him?" Shang Ji said with undisguised contempt on his face, "Not worthy."

Song Xier: "..."