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

"Who are you lying to?" Mother Zhuang glared at Song Xi'er: "Shang Ji will not marry you, so you tried every means to harm my Linlin. Why are you so vicious?"

Before this, Zhuang's mother fully hoped that her daughter would marry a merchant, Shang Ji, so that their status as a merchant would be on an equal footing with the merchants, and the wives would have to look at her face.

But now all her expectations have been dashed, and her daughter was caught on the spot with other men by so many people...

As soon as she thought of this, Zhuang's mother wanted to cut Song Xi'er into pieces with a thousand knives, but she didn't understand the hatred in her heart.

"I said, I don't like him." Song Xi'er repeated with a cold face: "He used to be my cousin, but now I have nothing to do with him."

After Song Xi'er finished speaking, for some reason, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Shang Ji beside her.

Their eyes met, and neither of them moved away.

But the eyes of the two of them were calmer and more distant than the other.

Messages appeared one after another on the screen of the mobile phone in Shang Ji's hand, covering the entire screen, but he never looked at it. His deep black eyes fell on Song Xier's face, and the curvature of his thin lips revealed the ultimate sharpness and warmth. cold.

Suddenly, his slender fingers suddenly relaxed, and his eyes returned from Song Xi'er's body.

He seemed to have just noticed the message on his phone. He lowered his eyes and focused all his attention on replying to the message. His lowered eyebrows were deep and cold under the light above his head, and he looked indifferent. Undivided attention.

Song Xi'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, her hands clenched unconsciously, and her nails dug into her flesh.

She looked away calmly, her eyelids drooping slightly, hiding all her emotions well under her eyes.

Shang Ji will not help her.

It was impossible to help her.

The reason why he was sitting here was just because the person who had the accident was Zhuang Lin, the person who almost became his fiancée.

What's more, the two businesses are on good terms with each other. If something like this happens to Zhuang Lin, the merchant certainly can't just sit idly by.

As for her, no matter how she tried to explain it, it was "certainly certain" that what happened today was her doing.

If she can't find evidence to prove her innocence, then she will have nothing to do with today's incident.

Mother Zhuang suddenly pinched the wound on Song Xier's arm hard: "Sure enough, the little vixen was born to a vixen. She said she didn't like it, but her eyes were still seductive. Why, do you think you look so pitiful?" Will Ji be soft-hearted and intercede for you?"

After finishing speaking, before Song Xier could speak, Mother Zhuang turned to Shang Ji directly and asked: "Now the evidence is conclusive. Linlin was deliberately framed by him. Do you want to speak for him?"

After the words fell, Shang Ji's fingers did not pause when replying to the message, as if he had not heard Zhuang's mother's words at all.

Zhuang's mother showed an angry look on her face, and Zheng Rou on the side said hurriedly: "Since the evidence is conclusive, I will hand over that person to your banker. It is up to you how to deal with it. We, the merchant, will not care."

"Okay." Mother Zhuang nodded, looking at Song Xi'er with a sinister look in her eyes: "In that case, we will take that person away."

Father Zhuang said nothing, obviously acquiescing to Mother Zhuang's words.

Song Xier's heart tightened and she stepped back in a panic: "This is a society governed by law. What do you want to do to me? You are breaking the law."

"What happened today has nothing to do with me. If you don't believe it, I can call the police and ask the police to come and investigate."

"There is no need to call the police." Zhuang's father said, "This is our banker's private matter. You can handle it yourself without bothering outsiders."

After speaking, he shouted at the door. The next second the door was opened, and two bodyguards in black walked in.

"Take her away!"

Song Xi'er bent over and bit Zhuang's mother's wrist hard, then pushed her towards the two bodyguards.

"Ouch!" Zhuang's mother was pushed and sat on the ground, grinning in pain.

Song Xier took the opportunity to run towards the door.

Father Zhuang: "Stop him."

Song Xier took the vase at the entrance and threw it at it. At the same time, she kicked a bodyguard who came running hard.

The vase was so big that it fell into pieces when it hit the ground. It happened to be right next to Yu Wenze, and the pieces fell directly into his face.

When he was about to go out after kicking, he found that there were people guarding outside.

Song Xier was stopped in front and grabbed by the back of her neck from behind.

After Shang Ji clicked send and put away his phone, his slender body suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door.

Song Xi'er was about to turn around and pull the person behind her by the collar, when she suddenly saw Shang Ji walking towards her. She was stunned for a moment, but in the depths of her eyes, a glimmer of light finally flashed.

Shang Ji wants to help her?

But before the light came on, Shang Ji was seen walking past her without looking back in the next second.

The man's sharp side face was so cold that it seemed like it could cut through the air. When they passed each other, the distance between them was so close that she could even feel his body temperature, but yet so far away that they seemed to be in two different worlds.

A bodyguard on the side stretched out to grab Song Xi'er's hand and paused because of Shang Ji. However, the bodyguard who was kicked by Song Xi'er before endured the pain and grabbed Song Xi'er's shoulder from behind with a sullen expression.

Song Xier quickly came to her senses. There were people in front, back and left, so she could only hide towards Shang Ji.

In panic, she accidentally grabbed his arm.

Shang Ji was already about to move out with one foot, when he was suddenly pulled like this. His brows furrowed slightly, and then he stopped.

Zheng Rou, who was standing up not far away to leave, immediately felt her heart tighten when she saw this scene, looking at her son intently.

The bodyguards naturally know Shang Ji's identity. Before, Shang Ji ignored him and they could do whatever they wanted.

But now Shang Ji suddenly stopped, and the bodyguards stopped in unison, and then turned to look at Mr. Zhuang beside him.

Father Zhuang's face was very serious and he looked at Shang Ji without saying anything.

Zhuang's mother said directly: "Linlin is still lying in there unconscious, are you going to help her?"

Shang Ji didn't seem to hear Zhuang's mother's words. He lowered his eyes and glanced at Song Xier's hand holding his arm, his dark eyes fixed on her face.

After a few seconds, he asked her: "Is there something you want to tell me?"

The man's voice was magnetic and cold, as if he was just asking casually.

But after he finished speaking, he didn't look away from Song Xi'er. There was no trace of impatience on his calm handsome face, he just waited quietly for her answer.

Song Xier looked at him without blinking, tightening her fingers so that the custom-made engagement suit on him was deformed.

Severe pain came from the flying nails, and the heartbeat in the chest also accelerated. Song Xier's brown pupils trembled slightly under Shang Ji's gaze, and her slightly pale lips were biting tightly because of the pain.

After a few seconds, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.

Zheng Rou's face changed slightly and she couldn't help shouting: "Shang Ji!"