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

Song Xi'er lived in Qingwan for three days. During these three days, she didn't even leave the door, let alone the door. She never got out of bed.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's just that the situation doesn't allow it.

Moreover, Shang Ji has been very active these days, and his hands are a bit careless. He has been in the study several times. Song Xier is now not feeling well anywhere in her body, and she feels a little uncomfortable.

Although Shang Ji didn't say anything, Song Xi'er clearly felt that something was wrong with Shang Ji's mood after this meeting.

She couldn't tell exactly.

But besides that, Shang Ji moved his work back home, and Song Xier could see him every day and wake up in his arms in the morning.

This was something that had never happened before. Song Xier liked the close relationship between husband and wife very much, just like how she imagined the future of the two of them.

The little ambiguity between the two people before disappeared naturally, and the relationship was reconciled as before.

Song Xi'er even felt a little guilty because Shang Ji stayed with her at home for so many days just to coax her. She blamed herself for misunderstanding Zhuang Lin after listening to his words before.

She had to believe that he would handle Zhuang Lin's matter in the end.

Song Xi'er cut a plate of fruit and knocked on the study door. Shang Ji was on the phone. When he looked up and saw someone, he simply said and hung up.

Before the screen went off, the name in the call record was Zhuang Lin.

Shang Ji raised his hand, pulled the person into his arms, kissed him, and then said, "I'll go out later."

"Yes." Song Xi'er nodded with understanding: "Go and do your work, don't worry about me."

Although she has been very sweet these past few days, if she continues, she feels that her body will probably be unable to bear it...

Shang Ji put his hand on Song Xier's waist and took a bite of the fruit she fed.

"Do you want to go abroad?" he asked suddenly, his tone casual.

Song Xier also ate one herself: "Are you traveling? Do you have time?"

A few years ago, Song Xi'er wanted to go out with Shang Ji, but he was too busy and had no time at all.

Shang Ji tapped his fingers on the table and mentioned the name of a school abroad: "Their architecture department is very famous."

Song Xier was stunned for a moment and looked up at him: "What do you mean?"

"Professor Hong's reputation in the country is indeed good, but there are more teachers over there who are better than him." Shang Ji said slowly: "You can consider it."

Song Xi'er held the fruit plate in the same position and blinked. It took her a long time to realize what he meant.

"Where do you want me to study?" Song Xier asked uncertainly.

Seeing Shang Ji nod, Song Xier didn't understand: "Why?"

Shang Ji looked at her, his deep eyes showing no emotion: "Going there will be good for your future."

Song Xier refused with almost no hesitation: "I don't want to go."

Hearing the answer, Shang Ji seemed to frown slightly, and then said: "There's no rush, you can think about it carefully."

He paused and then added: "If you are willing to go there, don't worry about anything else, I will take care of it."

Song Xi'er said no more, stood up and put the fruit plate on the table: "You go ahead, I'll go out first."

The study door was closed, and Shang Ji lit a cigarette for himself.

There was still a hint of fruity sweetness between the lips and teeth, but it was quickly washed away by the smell of smoke.

Shang Ji stared deeply at the fruit plate on the table and did not move for a long time.

Song Xi'er returned to the room a little lost, and the cell phone on the bedside table was vibrating non-stop.

She stared blankly for several seconds before walking over and answering: "Senior."

"Xi'er, do you have time now? Something happened at home and I have to go back. If you don't have time, just put the books away first-"

"I have time." Song Xi'er said, "I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi'er looked at Shang Ji's shirt, paused for a while, took a set of clothes from the closet, put it on and went out.

Yu Meng's uncle was a teacher at Jiang University and had a dormitory here. Later, his uncle's family had a child and the house was not enough for them to move to a new home. Yu Meng stayed in the dormitory.

It was noon when Song Xi'er arrived, the sun was very bright, but she was wrapped up tightly and airtight.

As soon as I walked downstairs to the dormitory, I saw Yu Meng coming downstairs dragging a suitcase and looking very anxious.

"Sister."

"My mother has something wrong with her health. I have to rush back." Yu Meng said as she handed the bag to Song Xi'er: "I'm in a hurry. We'll talk about it later."

After saying that, she had already dragged the box to the roadside. Song Xier turned around and saw an off-road vehicle parked on the roadside. The door opened and a man got out of the car and took the luggage from Yu Meng's hand.

It was Yu Wenze whom I had met in the box that day.

Seeing him again, Song Xier still felt that the other person looked familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

But she didn't think much about it at this moment. She took her bag and walked back. She was a little out of sorts, and her mind was filled with what Shang Ji said not long ago.

In fact, a few years ago, Shang Zhenglin had asked her if she wanted to go abroad, and based on her grades in school at that time, she had the conditions to do so even without Shang Zhenlin's arrangements.

But in the end she chose to stay in the country.

Because I don’t want my mother to be alone, and I don’t want to be so far away from Shangji.

Although she knew that there would definitely be more opportunities abroad than at home, Song Xier never regretted her choice.

She wanted to stay with her mother and also wanted to stay with Shang Ji.

But now Shang Ji wants to send her out?

why?

Song Xi'er didn't want to guess the purpose of Shang Ji's suggestion, and she didn't dare to.

But why is it just at this time?

When you and Zhuang Lin are about to get engaged?

The intimacy of three days of getting along day and night made Song Xier feel as if she was soaking in a honey jar, but now someone suddenly poked a hole in the honey jar, and the sweet juice inside was flowing out along the hole.

Song Xier, who was distracted, was suddenly hit by someone.

The whole cup of milk tea in the other person's hand spilled on her clothes, and the book in her hand fell to the ground. The pages of the book were opened, and the pages were soaked in milk tea.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The girl was very flustered, bent down to pick up the book, and looked up after seeing the cover: "Senior, are you also from the Department of Architecture? What a coincidence, so am I."

Song Xier took the book and wiped it.

"I also have this book. If it's convenient for you, senior, my dormitory is not far from here. I'll give you my copy." The girl said apologetically: "Senior, if you don't mind, you can change it -"

"No need." Song Xi'er pulled the hem of her clothes and wiped it casually before shaking her head with a smile: "It's okay, I didn't look at the road."

After saying that, he hugged the book and left.

The girl stood there and looked at Song Xier's leaving figure, her face turned red.

When Song Xi'er was wiping her clothes just now, her fair waist flashed past, with dense hickeys on it.

"Xiao Rui." The friend came over and hugged the girl's arm: "Who were you talking to just now?"

"A senior, I spilled all the milk tea on her." The girl who was called Xiaorui blamed herself: "The senior is kind-hearted and doesn't care about me."

The two chatted for a few words, and the friend asked: "Are you really not going to take the postgraduate entrance examination? Your grades are so good."

"No." Qi Xiaorui looked away and shook her head: "What a waste of time."

"That's such a pity." The friend sighed: "Would you like to contact the boss who sponsored you? Maybe they don't mind the money."

Qi Xiaorui still shook her head: "I still don't want it. I have already helped me a lot."