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

Song Xier's face turned very ugly in an instant!

Shang Ji tilted his head slightly and leaned on the back of the chair, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his face looked not very good.

He was wearing his usual custom-made dark suit jacket, but the clothes that usually had no wrinkles now had several obvious creases at first glance.

Song Xi'er quickly looked away after just one glance, looked up at Nan Zijin in the front seat, and said in an unhappy tone: "Stop the car, I want to get out!"

Her voice was much lower than before, obviously because she was afraid of waking up the people around her.

"You can't park here." Nan Zijin said, "You will be fined."

Song Xi'er heard this and looked outside. In just a moment, the kung fu car was already on the elevated road.

She was immediately furious, but it was hard to get angry.

After enduring it for a long time, she spoke again: "When we get off the elevated highway, you can pull over and let me get off."

"Okay." Nan Zijin agreed readily.

Song Xi'er didn't speak anymore, and squeezed her whole body towards the car door, trying to get as far away from the people next to her as possible.

But the total space in the car is only so large. I didn't know it before, but now that I know it, Song Xi'er can no longer ignore the people around her.

Especially since there was such a wide distance between the two of them, Song Xi'er could sensitively feel the body temperature that was continuously transmitted from the other person's body to her side.

Song Xi'er pinched her thigh hard, and then pressed her face against the car window glass, hoping to lower her body temperature.

But in less than a minute, the car windows were covered with heat from her face.

Song Xier's breathing began to become rapid, her hands moved, and she accidentally pressed the window control.

The car window glass was suddenly lowered, and a fierce cold wind suddenly poured into the car. Song Xier's hair was blown back, and her hot and red face was blown by the cold wind. She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. tone.

Song Xier narrowed her eyes slightly in comfort, placed her hands on the car window and subconsciously wanted to lean out.

As soon as she moved, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her hard to the side.

"Do you want to die?" As the man's cold voice sounded in the carriage, Song Xi'er was pulled uncontrollably and fell onto the seat.

She felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and she lay with her elbows on the seat without any movement for a long time.

Shang Ji let go of his hand and raised his head to meet Nanzi Jin's gaze looking back in the rearview mirror. He said in a deep voice: "Close it."

His eyes were deep and heavy, and there seemed to be a hint of darkness that was incomprehensible. Anyway, he didn't look like he had just woken up, he was so awake that he couldn't be more awake.

Nan Zijin was so excited that he quickly closed and locked the back seat window.

The sound of the howling cold wind suddenly disappeared, and the car became quiet again.

Nan Zijin coughed: "I didn't expect that she would be... okay."

It was so difficult for him that he wanted to open the child lock directly.

By the way, Song Xi'er didn't seem to be drinking, so why did she look crazier than a drunk person?

"Sister Xi'er?" Nan Zijin called, "Are you okay?"

Song Xi'er raised her hand and knocked her head and tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved her hand, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and at the same time, a man's suppressed groan came from above her head.

Song Xier's borrowed hand accidentally pressed on Shang Ji's thigh, and it was still very close to the inside...

She was stunned for a moment, then immediately retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted.

"...I'm sorry." Song Xier lowered her head and did not dare to look aside.

The person who pressed down just now was obviously someone else, but Song Xier herself didn't feel any better.

The hand she touched felt as if someone had lit a fuse, and a burst of crackling flames burned down her arm into her body at a speed she couldn't control.

Song Xier's brain suddenly exploded. In the flash of lightning, she suddenly thought of something, and her whole body froze.

She...she was drugged?

Song Xi'er's eyes widened in disbelief, her hands clenched into fists due to her extreme endurance, and her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh.

But from the time she entered the bar to the time she finally came out, she didn't touch anything?

Even when Xiao Wu invited her over to meet the boss, she didn't drink a drop of the cup of tea.

So when was she drugged?

Song Xier was puzzled, and the current situation did not allow her to think so much.

She bit the tip of her tongue hard, raised her hands to grab the backrest of the driver's seat, gritted her teeth and shouted, "Nan Zijin..."

"My little ancestor, you really can't get off the bus here. We will get off the elevated highway soon. If you try again-"

Song Xier interrupted him: "I want to go to the hospital, please take me to the hospital."

"Hospital?" Nan Zijin was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

He said and looked at Shang Ji in the rearview mirror.

The latter still sat there in the same posture as before, but now his eyes were open, and he was looking down at the people around him. Nan Zijin could not see the emotions in his eyes.

"I...I have a stomachache." Song Xi'er raised her head, sweating on her forehead: "Please, take me to the hospital."

Nan Zijin saw that she seemed really serious. He looked at the navigation system and was about to say something when he heard Shang Ji speak: "Get off the elevated road ahead and turn right."

As soon as Nan Zijin raised his eyes, he saw the exit he was about to go through. He immediately turned on the lights, looked in the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel. Fortunately, there was no car behind him, and he narrowly escaped from the elevated highway.

"What two ancestors!" Nan Zijin muttered dissatisfiedly as he turned the steering wheel according to Shang Ji's instructions: "You really think of me as the driver."

Twenty minutes later, Nan Zijin parked the car in front of a single villa.

He didn't turn off the engine, but turned to look at Shang Ji and said angrily: "I'll drive the car away. You can ask Yang Ming to pick it up tomorrow."

Song Xi'er was already a little confused at this moment. All she knew was that the car stopped, and she subconsciously thought she had arrived at the hospital.

She pushed the car door open and stumbled out of the car.

He even said to Nan Zijin in the front seat: "Thank you."

"..."

Nan Zijin didn't respond with a guilty conscience. When Shang Ji got out of the car, he immediately stepped on the accelerator and left. At the same time, he whispered: "Sister Xi'er, don't blame me. Anyway, you have fallen asleep so many times before. Well, it’s just one night, it’s the same after we sleep.”

Song Xier turned around to look for the hospital, but what she saw was pitch black. Let alone the hospital, the only villa she could see was dark.

Her brain was confused for several seconds, and she didn't react for a long time.

But when she turned around to ask Nan Zijin, she realized that the car behind her had already disappeared.