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

Shang Ji took off his coat and hung it on his arm. A slight water stain could be seen at the hem.

He only had a white shirt on his upper body and no tie. Two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his looming collarbone and chest muscles under the clothes.

"Why can't I be here?" Shang Ji looked at Song Xi'er, his eyes were deep and cold, and his features were sharp. The light above his head was obviously warm, but when it fell on his face, there was a chill like frost.

I don't know if it was Song Xi'er's misunderstanding, but she felt that Shang Ji's eyes and tone of voice were colder than ever before.

Song Xier didn't understand how she had offended him. She was a little confused and uncontrollably uncomfortable.

But when I think about it, it's not surprising. With their current relationship, it's strange that he treats her well.

"Please go out for a moment, I need to change clothes." Song Xi'er said, holding the clothes in her arms and retreating, while lowering her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes.

Because this is the rest suite for family members, no one except her would come here.

So Song Xi'er didn't think there would be anyone inside just now. She just closed the door when she came in and started to take off her clothes. At this moment, she only had a close-fitting bottom layer left on her body.

But when she finished speaking, Shang Ji stood still and didn't move.

The bathroom is separated from wet and dry, and is not small. Song Xier usually feels very big when she is alone.

But there was suddenly an extra person in the room, and she felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Especially the current situation.

Moreover, the heating in the bathroom was not as warm as outside. In just a short while, Song Xier's exposed skin had small goosebumps. It was cold.

She rubbed her hands on her arms and frowned: "Can't you hear me? I said I need to change clothes. Please go out."

Shang Ji walked this way. Song Xier paused for a moment when she looked at the coat hanging on his arm, and then took two steps back reflexively.

Song Xier later asked Yang Ming about the coat from last time, and the price was quite auspicious, 680,000.

But it's not auspicious for her at all.

Song Xi'er felt psychological shadow when she saw his clothes now. She didn't want to lose hundreds of thousands more.

She already had enough debts and didn't want to add new ones.

Especially to him!

But just when Song Xi'er thought Shang Ji was about to open the door and go out, she saw him suddenly stop, then bend down and pick something up on the ground.

Song Xi'er stood behind the door, with an impatient expression on her face: "I said you -"

"I almost died last time because I took one, but now I can easily get two."

Shang Ji looked up at Song Xi'er and sneered sarcastically: "It seems that the relationship is developing very well."

Song Xi'er was stunned for a moment when she heard this. She looked down and saw the two tickets in Shang Ji's hand.

The person wearing the mask from before forced it onto her, and then she casually put it in her pocket.

He Zixuan's concert tickets.

She didn't even notice that it fell out when she was taking off her clothes just now.

She knew he was talking about the last race at the racecourse. Song Xi'er didn't explain or pay attention to the sarcasm in his tone. She raised her hand and wanted to take it back.

Shang Ji dodged Song Xier's outstretched hand: "Why, do you care so much?"

Song Xi'er didn't understand why he was so crazy, and her words were obviously displeased: "Why, Mr. Shang still has a hobby of robbing people's things?"

"When did he give it to you?" Shang Ji lowered his eyes and looked at Song Xier with a cold and heavy gaze: "You keep saying that you are here to take care of Yang Ming, but secretly you are meeting your lover?"

Song Xier's face turned red with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in Shang Ji's hand rang. It was a hot notification, and it was entertainment news. The title He Zixuan was very obvious.

Normally, I would not read this kind of information.

But this time he clicked in.

#Top singer He Zixuan appeared in Xihe Hospital for a week in a row, suspected of visiting relatives...#

Clicking on the title showed the scene where He Zixuan was surrounded by fans and media just downstairs in the inpatient department. Two pictures showed it very clearly, which was when He Zixuan turned around to help Song Xi'er.

The angle was found very well. He Zixuan looked down at Song Xier with worried eyes.

In addition, there are also private candid photos taken by passers-by and fans. The backgrounds are all in the hospital, and they were taken several days before the time.

Shang Ji's eyes fell on the time when the photo was taken. What a coincidence. The day when He Zixuan came over on the first day happened to be the day when Song Xi'er came over.

Song Xi'er also saw the content on his screen and subconsciously looked around to see more clearly.

After quickly scanning the photos, I couldn't help but feel relieved in my heart.

Fortunately, no one took pictures of He Zixuan and her at the self-service machine. Otherwise, combined with the hand He Zixuan helped her with just now downstairs, she would definitely not be able to clean herself up if she jumped into the Yellow River.

In the current situation, He Zixuan's public relations only need to guide her to the outside world that she is a fan, and He Zixuan is just out of concern for her fans.

The cell phone was tightened inch by inch in Shang Ji's hand, and his breath became colder and colder.

"Nonsense?" Shang Ji suddenly grabbed Song Xi'er's wrist and pulled it forward: "He has been coming here to meet you every day for more than a week. Are you very happy?"

"I can not understand what you say."

Being pulled like this, the clothes in Song Xier's hands fell to her feet. She subconsciously bent over to pick them up, but Shang Ji held her back.

"Don't you understand?" Shang Ji couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands: "Do you not understand or are you pretending not to understand? You didn't expect that he would be discovered by fans? Or is this your purpose?"

"That's right." Shang Ji's face was gloomy: "His identity must be hidden, but if he is accidentally photographed by someone, it will be headline news. This is just what you want."

Song Xi'er twitched her hand hard. Not only did it not twitch, but it also affected her already painful waist because of too much force.

Song Xi'er took a breath and raised her head angrily: "I told you I don't understand what you are talking about. What are you thinking about? Let me go!"

Because of the pain, Song Xier's red eyes were stained with physiological tears.

She was only wearing a thin base layer at the moment. Due to the excitement, her whole body was tense, her breath was short, and her cheeks and slender neck were flushed.

Shang Ji lowered his eyes and saw a white and soft undulation.

All the anger in his eyes suddenly stopped, his handsome face tightened, and the next second he let go of Song Xi'er's hand.

Song Xi'er was released unexpectedly, and her original strong energy was temporarily suppressed. She retreated directly and hit the shelf next to the door.

Song Xi'er groaned in pain, and her whole face wrinkled tightly because of the pain.