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

"He Zixuan?" Qin Siyu was surprised: "It's actually He Zixuan?"

Song Xi'er didn't speak, but Qin Siyu took her arm and walked toward the crowd: "Let's go take a look. I haven't seen a real person yet."

Not only Qin Siyu was joining in the fun, there were also many family members of the patients. It was difficult to maintain order at the scene for a while, and security guards were rushing over from other places.

"There are too many people here." Song Xi'er was so crowded that she couldn't move. She turned around and wanted to say something to Qin Siyu, but couldn't move.

"Brother, brother, look at me! Brother, I'm here!! Brother, I love you, brother!!!!"

A little girl who looked like she was a junior high school student stood on tiptoe behind Song Xi'er and waved in He Zixuan's direction, shouting and pushing Song Xi'er forward.

"Song Xi'er!" Qin Siyu wanted to pull Song Xi'er, but was pushed away by the crowd in the opposite direction and could not be pulled.

Song Xi'er was completely passively pushed forward by the girl behind her. By the time she reacted, she had already been pushed to the center of the crowd.

"Ah brother——"

The girl suddenly screamed like she was going crazy. While shouting, she raised her hand to push Song Xi'er in front of her, trying to push her away.

"Don't..." Before Song Xier could finish her words, her whole body was pushed unsteadily and she fell forward.

"Be careful!" He Zixuan was already about to go out under the protection of security guards. He caught this scene with his peripheral vision and quickly turned back to support Song Xi'er.

The girl looked at Song Xi'er who was half-hugged by He Zixuan and went crazy with jealousy: "Brother, look at me, brother, don't touch her!"

He Zixuan glanced at the girl, then lowered his head and asked Song Xier: "Are you okay?"

Song Xier frowned and shook her head: "Thank you."

Just when He Zixuan was about to say something, he suddenly felt something. He quickly raised his head and looked in one direction.

Then I saw a pair of deep and heavy eyes.

But there were too many people, and before he could take a closer look, he couldn't see anything.

The girl looked at He Zixuan with crazy eyes. Just when she was about to continue pushing forward, a force suddenly came from behind and pulled her back: "Sorry, give up!"

"Don't pull me." The girl struggled, and the cup of milk tea she held in her hand spilled onto Song Xier's back.

A group of bodyguards dressed in black appeared out of nowhere and entered the crowd one by one. In less than a minute, they separated the fans from the crowd and opened a passage.

"Song Xi'er!" Qin Siyu ran in, looked at Song Xi'er and asked, "How are you, are you okay?"

Qin Siyu's hair was messed up and her delicate baby face was very red. Not only that, because she was wearing high heels, her feet were sprained and she was limping when she walked over.

"I'm fine." Song Xi'er hurriedly pushed He Zixuan away and supported her: "What's wrong with your foot?"

The cup of milk tea she had just drank must have been cold for a long time, so Song Xier was only splashed on her clothes, but she was not burned.

However, during the pushing just now, the girl kept pushing her hard from behind, and her waist, which had recovered a lot, seemed to be on the verge of a seizure.

Although the fans on the side were separated, none of them left. They were still shouting to He Zixuan while holding up their mobile phones.

Including the girl just now.

Song Xi'er met her eyes as soon as she raised her head. I wonder if it was her misunderstanding, but she felt that the way the other person looked at her didn't seem right.

There were so many people at this meeting that Song Xier didn't even think about helping Qin Siyu to the side.

He Zixuan looked at Song Xi'er and seemed to want to say something to her. The manager on the side pulled him and urged him: "Go first, there are too many people. If you don't leave later, you won't be able to leave."

Hearing this, He Zixuan stopped taking steps, turned around and walked out quickly.

But when he turned around, from the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure standing behind an open space separated by bodyguards.

The man was tall and tall with stern features. He stood there quietly, looking in Song Xi'er's direction.

And those eyes were very similar to the ones he had glanced at just now!

He Zixuan recognized it—Shang Ji, the president of Shang Group!

When He Zixuan left, the surrounding fans naturally followed him out. The entire hall instantly became empty, but the bodyguards in black who had just poured out did not follow him.

"Did you find these people?" Song Xier asked while supporting Qin Siyu.

Qin Siyu shook his head: "It's Shang Ji."

Shang Ji?

Song Xi'er subconsciously looked around, but didn't see that familiar figure.

"Come on, these fans are too scary." Qin Siyu regretted joining in the fun.

"I'll help you." Song Xi'er helped Qin Siyu walk to the elevator aside.

I originally wanted to go to eat, but because of this sudden accident, I naturally couldn't eat.

Song Xier originally wanted to help Qin Siyu back to Yang Ming's ward and then call the doctor to come over and look at her feet, but as soon as she entered, she saw Qin You sitting on the sofa.

"What's going on?" Qin You stood up immediately and walked over to take Qin Siyu from Song Xi'er's hand: "How long have I been away and what have you done? What's wrong with this foot?"

"Don't make a fuss, you accidentally twisted it." Qin Siyu sat down on the sofa with Qin You's support: "There are too many people in charge, and it's hard for me to perform well."

Qin You frowned: "Didn't you go to eat?"

"Didn't I see Yuan Bao always chanting He Zixuan's name at home? I just wanted to see who it is." Qin Siyu felt aggrieved: "I never thought his fans were so crazy. Fortunately, Shang Ji arrived in time, otherwise Those fans are probably going to eat people.”

Qin You looked at Qin Siyu's feet to make sure there was nothing serious before he felt relieved.

"Officer Qin, what did the driver say?" Song Xier asked.

Qin You turned around and said, "I said I was in a bad mood and drank. I didn't pay attention to the red light. When I reacted, I accidentally used the accelerator as the brake."

Are you using the accelerator as a brake?

This reason is not surprising. If you encounter such a drunk and driving person on the road, you can only accept it as bad luck, and there is nothing you can do if you get angry.

Song Xi'er raised her hand and pulled the clothes on her back. The sticky milk tea soaked through her clothes, which was very uncomfortable and very cold, especially when the wind blew from nowhere.

"You guys sit down for a while and I'll go change clothes."

Song Xi'er said and walked to the apartment on the side.

Yang Ming, who was sitting on the hospital bed not far away, thought of something and quickly raised his head: "Shang——"

Before he finished speaking, Song Xier had already entered.

Song Xier took a change of clothes and went directly into the bathroom of the suite. She closed the door and put the clothes on the shelf aside, then lowered her head and started to take off her clothes.

The flavor of milk tea is very strong, and it soaks directly into the skin.

When Song Xi'er was hesitating whether to take a shower, she looked up and saw the man standing not far away.

Her expression changed, and she reflexively raised her hands to cover her chest: "Why are you here?"