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

Unexpectedly, the person outside was Song Changhai. His face was bruised and swollen. He seemed to have been in a fight and was walking with a limp.

Song Xier hurriedly opened the door: "What's going on?"

Song Changhai didn't seem to want to say anything, so he handed a bag of hot sugar-fried chestnuts he just bought downstairs to Song Xi'er: "It's very sweet, and it's still hot."

Seeing the honest smile on the other party's face, Song Xier felt very complicated for a moment.

She took it and helped the person in.

"Xi'er, who is it?" Su Mei, who came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, changed her expression when she saw Song Changhai entering the door, and her smile faded visibly.

"Xiao Mei." Song Changhai was very happy to see Su Mei: "You finally woke up!"

With tears of excitement in his eyes, he seemed to want to step forward but didn't dare, so he had to stand where he was.

At this time, Shang Zhenglin also walked in from the balcony and paused when he saw Song Changhai.

For a while, several people looked at each other, and no one said anything.

Song Xier was a little embarrassed.

Su Mei hadn't woken up in the hospital before, and even though Shang Zhenglin and Song Changhai were in the same ward, Song Xi'er didn't have the mind to care about anything, but the situation was different now.

Song Xi'er coughed lightly and was about to say something to break the embarrassment, but Su Mei spoke first: "Mr. Song, let's talk alone."

She said this to Song Changhai, and after speaking, she turned around and entered the room.

In the room, Su Mei looked at the injuries on Song Changhai's face, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"...I heard from Xi'er that the person who took you away was named Brother Kuan, so I asked someone to meet with him." Song Changhai said, "I want to ask him about your situation."

Su Mei didn't expect that it was for herself. After being silent for a few seconds, she said, "Mr. Song, you promised me before not to appear in front of Xi'er."

Outside.

Song Xi'er subconsciously glanced at Shang Zhenglin, who followed Su Mei's back with obvious nervousness on his face.

Song Xier sighed in her heart and said with a smile: "Uncle Shang, how about we have hot pot tonight?"

Shang Zhenglin withdrew his gaze: "Okay."

Seeing this, Song Xier quickly took out her mobile phone to place an order for hot pot ingredients, while Shang Zhenglin went to the kitchen to prepare the pot.

The store where the order was placed was nearby, and the delivery was very fast. In less than half an hour, when it was delivered, Su Mei and Song Changhai were finishing their conversation.

Song Xi'er immediately went to see Su Mei. The look on the latter's face was very calm, and she couldn't tell anything.

"Mom, Uncle Shang and I made hot pot." Song Xier said with a smile, "Congratulations on your discharge."

Hot pot is very convenient, the ingredients are washed and ready to serve.

Song Xier also ordered wine, but she didn't expect Su Mei to pour herself a glass first.

Song Xier quickly stopped her: "Mom, you are still injured, so you can't drink."

Su Mei paused, looked at Song Xi'er and smiled softly and said, "It's okay, Mom, just have a drink."

After speaking, he raised his glass and said to Shang Zhenglin and Song Changhai: "Thank you for your help these days when I was in coma. I am very grateful that Xi'er was not left alone."

Song Xier's eyes were a little hot.

Su Mei raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp before continuing to speak: "This meal is my thank you to both of you. The past is in the past. I hope everyone can look forward and stop dwelling on the past. After this meal, I hope that we They can all live their lives well.”

Although Su Mei didn't say it directly, the meaning in her words was obvious.

The divorce between her and Shang Zhenglin has not changed due to the events of the past few days. As for Song Changhai, it is not a "revival of old love" as others said.

Thank you. After the meal, she hoped that Shang Zhenglin and Song Changhai could leave here.

Song Xi'er didn't know what Su Mei and Song Changhai said inside, but she believed that since her mother could say such things, she had already made a decision, and she would naturally respect it.

But it was obvious that Shang Zhenglin and Song Changhai didn't want to leave.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet. Xi'er will take the exam soon. You two need someone to take care of you." Shang Zhenglin said, "Don't worry, I will just sleep on the sofa. I will never disturb you."

Hearing what Shang Zhenglin said, Song Changhai also spoke: "I can also sleep on the floor. I heard that the police haven't arrested anyone yet. If they still ask people to cause trouble, I can help if I'm here."

The banker's side is indeed a trouble, but in a society governed by law, Su Mei still doesn't believe that the other party can come directly to her.

"No need." Su Mei refused: "The police station is very close here. If anything happens, you can come over in time."

Song Changhai said worriedly: "You two were taken away by them last time. If they come again, you and Xi'er will definitely be no match. I'm here to help hold them off for a while."

Su Mei herself was fine, but when it came to her daughter, she naturally didn't want her daughter to go through the same situation as last time.

But it would definitely not be possible for Shang Zhenglin and Song Changhai to stay.

Especially Song Changhai, Su Mei will never allow him to appear next to Song Xier. If anyone sees this...

So after the meal, Su Mei still let the two of them go with a very firm attitude.

"Xi'er is about to take the exam. During this period, she didn't do much review because of my affairs, so I don't want her to be affected by anything again before the exam."

Su Mei said as she glanced at Song Xi'er who was putting the uneaten ingredients in the refrigerator, and said to Shang Zhenglin: "I hope you will seriously consider the divorce agreement. It will be good for you and me if you sign it. As for the merchant, , you can go back and coax your uncle in a few days, I believe he won’t really be angry with you.”

The expression on Shang Zhenglin's face was very hurt. He glanced at Song Changhai who was not far away. He wanted to say something, but in the end he only said: "I won't sign, Xiaomei, I said, I won't divorce you." of."

After that, he and Song Changhai went downstairs.

Song Xi'er came out of the kitchen and looked at Su Mei who came back: "Is everyone gone?"

"Yes." Su Mei took Song Xi'er's hand and sat on the sofa nearby: "Xi'er, do you blame your mother for divorcing your uncle Shang at this time and taking you out of the business."

"How could that be?" Song Xi'er shook her head without thinking, "As long as I can be with you, I'll be happy."

"But you can only live in such a small place with me." Su Mei blamed herself: "Mom can't even give you a good study environment, she can only-"

"What are you talking about?" Song Xi'er covered her mother's mouth, paused and said, "Actually, I don't like merchants at all."

Su Mei was stunned.

"Although the merchant is very big and rich, it is not my home." Song Xi'er hugged Su Mei and said in a very soft voice: "Except for Uncle Shang, I don't like anyone else in the merchant at all."

Song Xi'er didn't like that kind of life where she had to look at people's faces and be cautious no matter where she was.

And she couldn't show this kind of dislike, because it would cause trouble for Su Mei.

Although she had no worries about food and clothing, and everything was glamorous, she suddenly went from the mixed slums to the splendid palace, and also changed from an ugly duckling to a swan.

But she wasn't used to it, nor did she like it.

Because everything she owns, no matter how good it is, does not belong to her.

Just like a dreamy colorful bubble, it will pop if you poke it.

Just like the ridiculous years between her and Shang Ji.

Su Mei didn't seem to expect that the good life she thought she had for so many years would make her daughter so unhappy. She felt heartbroken and felt guilty.

She raised her hand and stroked Song Xi'er's head. When she thought of something, she suddenly asked tentatively: "What about Shang Ji? Don't you like him too?"