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

What about people?

Where is this place?

Song Xi'er was breathing hot air in the cold wind, and was about to touch her cell phone to call Yu Meng when a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Before she could react the next second, Shang Ji bent over and picked her up and walked towards the villa.

Song Xi'er was already dizzy, but she became even more dizzy after being hugged like this. She subconsciously grabbed the clothes on Shang Ji's chest with both hands, closing her eyes and saying nothing.

By the time she recovered, Shang Ji had already carried her into the villa and put her on the sofa.

It's obvious that no one has lived here for a long time. There is nothing in the room except some necessary decorations and furniture. There is an empty fruit plate on the coffee table, and a fruit knife is placed in the fruit plate.

The whole place was empty, cold and quiet.

After Shang Ji put the person down, he walked aside and turned on the heater in the room. When he turned around, he saw Song Xi'er getting up from the sofa and walking towards the door.

Shang Ji's eyes were half-squinted, and he walked over unhurriedly and stopped the person: "Where are you going?"

Song Xier said nothing and wanted to throw away his hand.

Upon seeing this, Shang Ji dragged him back and threw him on the sofa.

Song Xi'er felt like stars were popping up in front of her eyes. She tried to stand up, but the next second she saw Shang Ji walking forward, kneeling directly between her legs, and then raised his hand to hold her. His shoulders pushed the person back.

Song Xier was forced to look up at him: "Let me go."

Shang Ji looked at her condescendingly: "There's something wrong with your health."

"...It has nothing to do with you." Song Xi'er said and wanted to push her away, but Shang Ji directly bent over and kissed her red lips.

It was just a light kiss and he pulled away.

"Is it comfortable?" Shang Ji moved his palm to Song Xi'er's cheek and said in a low voice, "I can help you."

His tone was bewitching, and as he spoke, he ran his fingers down her cheek, and then rubbed her earlobe.

His strength was neither light nor heavy, because he clearly knew every sensitive point on her body, so he easily made Song Xi'er moan uncontrollably.

After such a long time, the effect of the medicine in Song Xi'er's body has completely dissipated.

It was hard for her to endure it, how could she withstand Shang Ji's deliberate teasing?

Her body told Song Xier that she urgently needed Shang Ji's help, but her rational mind told her that she couldn't.

They are separated now!

Even if Shang Ji is not engaged to Zhuang Lin, there will no longer be any possibility between them!

Therefore, she must never have any relationship with him again!

Absolutely not!

Nor!

Thinking of this, Song Xier forcefully waved Shang Ji's hand away and gasped while saying, "No need."

She said and wanted to push the person away, but where did she have the strength at this moment?

Not to mention that every time she touched the other person, she was clearly thinking about pushing him away, but she couldn't help but want to get close to him.

Song Xier knew that if she didn't leave here quickly, the development of the situation would definitely not be what she wanted to see.

"Shangji."

Song Xi'er looked up at the man in front of her, her eyelashes were still covered with tears from overflowing because of her efforts to endure, her cheeks were so red that they were almost burning, but what she said was very calm: "We have nothing to do with each other now. If you force me, I can sue you for rape.”

Song Xi'er's words really made Shang Ji stop.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his dark pupils without any luster.

Song Xi'er suddenly felt a little scared for some reason. She shrank back, silently lifted her legs to the sofa, then curled up and crawled to the side.

But just as she turned over to get off, someone suddenly grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Song Xi'er didn't look back at the first moment, but raised her foot and kicked back, trying to make Shang Ji let go.

Shang Ji indeed let go of his hand as promised, but just when Song Xi'er breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up, someone suddenly grabbed her waist from behind and turned her over and pressed her on the sofa.

"You don't need my help?" Shang Ji held Song Xi'er's hand and lowered his hand. He no longer held back and showed her his needs nakedly: "Then help me."

Song Xier's pupils suddenly widened and she quickly pulled her hand back.

"You..." She gasped and looked at him: "Are you an animal? If you want to find someone else in heat, I won't accompany you."

"But you're the only one here now."

"..." Song Xi'er looked away: "I can't possibly help you."

"I know you feel uncomfortable." Shang Ji said as he raised his hand to untie Song Xi'er's clothes: "Just do what you need."

A good one for everyone!

"I said, I don't need it." Song Xi'er said with a cold face: "Let go!"

This time Shang Ji did not speak, but raised his hand to touch it, finally resting on Song Xi'er's neck.

To be more precise, it lingered on the hickey on her neck.

Shang Ji narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked: "What is this?"

Song Xier's face changed slightly when she realized what he was asking. She reflexively raised her hand to cover it, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Who did it?" Shang Ji asked knowingly.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Really?" Shang Ji laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Others can do it, but I can't?"

"Yes." Song Xi'er looked into his eyes: "You can't."

With a "pop" sound, Shang Ji pulled open the button on Song Xier's front.

Before Song Xi'er could react the next second, Shang Ji suddenly possessed him and bit the previous hickey on Song Xi'er's neck.

"Hmm..." Song Xi'er groaned in pain and raised her hand to push the man away, but when her hand touched the man's hair, she paused for a second for some reason. By the time she reacted, she had already hugged him. The head of Shang Ji.

With such a posture and such a scene, Song Xi'er looked up at the ceiling, and for some reason, the scene in the room on the second floor below the boxing ring suddenly flashed through her mind...

Except for the silver mask, everything else seemed to overlap in Song Xier's eyes.

Shang Ji...

Evan…

They are obviously two completely unrelated people, how could she associate them together?

There was a sudden pain in her chest, and Song Xi'er suddenly came back to her senses, feeling the coolness on her body, Shang Ji's movements, and the other person's body temperature, which was also abnormal like her own.

Song Xier realized something was wrong, and her eyes widened in shock: "You...were you drugged?"

She said, pushing the person away with all her strength, and then raised her hand to touch Shang Ji's forehead.

very hot!

Not only that, this time she also saw the undisguised desire and enthusiasm for her in his eyes!

"Calm down first." Song Xi'er raised her hand to push the person away, but no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't.

Suddenly, her peripheral vision glanced at the coffee table nearby.

"Xi'er..." Shang Ji kissed her all the way down, and his hands wandered all over her body.

Feeling that the person beneath him seemed to be no longer resisting, Shang Ji felt happy. When he was holding Song Xi'er and was about to take a step further, all his movements suddenly stopped.

Looking down, he saw that Song Xi'er had a fruit knife in his hand and was pressing it against his chest.