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

"I don't like it." Song Xier couldn't bear it anymore: "I don't like it. If you are satisfied, can you let me go?"

Shang Ji looked at her intently. The emotions on his deep and handsome face were hard to see clearly, and his dark eyes were deep and dark.

He just looked at it for a long time before finally letting go of Song Xier's hand.

Song Xier raised her hand and rubbed her wrist, turned around and wanted to leave.

Just then the door of the private room was opened, and the waiter walked in with the prepared dishes.

Shang Ji turned sideways to block the person: "Let's finish eating before leaving."

His voice was obviously gentler than before.

But Song Xi'er didn't pay attention. She didn't want to eat it, but her eyes glanced at the dishes that were served. For some reason, these dishes that she didn't like before suddenly became very appetizing.

Song Xi'er was frowning when Shang Ji had already pulled her to sit down.

The food here is neither strong nor spicy, but it is full of color, flavor and taste, and is very eye-catching.

Song Xi'er didn't feel bad about her stomach. People were coming and she was hungry anyway, so she would eat before leaving.

As for what kind of style Shang Ji was into just now, it has nothing to do with her.

After thinking about this, Song Xi'er picked up a piece of new bamboo shoots with her chopsticks.

Crisp and delicious, very tender, not as sweet as Song Xier likes.

Most of the light dishes are mixed with sweetness, some heavy and some light. Song Xier doesn't like it, even if it's light, she doesn't like it.

She picked up several dishes in a row but nothing, except for simple seasonings, was the umami flavor of the ingredients themselves.

Song Xier's appetite has not been very good during this period. She doesn't want to eat after just a few bites every time.

But now she feels that every dish she eats is delicious.

She glanced around and asked the waiter who was serving the food: "Is there any rice?"

"Yes." The waiter quickly brought rice to Song Xi'er.

Just as Song Xi'er was about to serve the rice, Shang Ji's hand suddenly reached out and took her bowl.

"I can do it myself." Song Xi'er wanted to take her bowl back, but was avoided by Shang Ji.

The latter first served him rice, then used a spoon to pick out the maw of the steamed fish that the waiter had just brought, put it on the rice and handed it to her.

"……Thanks."

The meat itself of Eastern Star Spot is very tender, not to mention the fish belly.

The chef's skills were very good, and he almost firmly captured Song Xier's stomach, which made her like it very much.

As soon as she finished the meat in the bowl, Shang Ji put a spoonful of newly picked meat into her bowl.

Song Xier paused and turned her head: "You don't want to eat?"

Shang Ji looked at her: "I'm not hungry."

"You're not hungry and you want to come for dinner?"

Shang Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

His words were too ambiguous, and those who didn't know thought they had some relationship.

But Shang Ji knew it was not the case.

She thought for a while, put down the chopsticks in her hand, looked at Shang Ji and said seriously: "I misunderstood you before. I thought you were the one who blocked me from passing the interview, and even beat you. I'm here I apologize to you, I’m sorry.”

"But although the interview has nothing to do with you, it also has something to do with your business. If you really want to say that, your third uncle also took advantage of your influence. I am just a small person. I think I have done nothing to regret your business. It shouldn’t be such that you—”

Shang Ji interrupted her: "I will handle the interview. Just follow the process. Don't worry."

Song Xi'er met Shang Shang Ji's gaze, and after looking at it for two seconds, for some unknown reason, she looked away uncomfortably.

"Thank you." She turned her head and picked up the chopsticks again. This time she ate much faster than before.

Shang Ji still didn't eat, so he looked at her leisurely from the side, and even reminded her thoughtfully: "Slow down."

It was okay if I didn't say it, but when I said it, Song Xier almost choked and coughed twice.

Shang Ji hurriedly took the warm water aside and handed it over. Song Xier took it and took two sips: "Thank you."

She did not turn her head to look at Shang Ji and continued to take two bites of rice.

In the end, Song Xier had two bowls of rice, and the waiter almost ordered the dessert after the meal.

Song Xi'er was already very full. She wiped her mouth and stood up: "No, thank you."

She glanced at the time: "I'm done eating, let's go first."

Shang Ji also stood up: "I'll see you off."

"No need." Song Xi'er walked out of the box, and the door on the opposite side was opened. Song Yan and her friends just finished eating and walked out.

"It's you!" My friend probably heard about the relationship between Shang Ji and Song Xi'er from Song Yan's mouth, so the expressions on their faces when they came out were very exciting, they were surprised and gossipy, and because they were He was a little afraid to look at Shang Ji.

Song Xi'er just paused for a moment before turning and walking to the side stairs, while Shang Ji followed him leisurely.

Seeing the two people disappearing from sight one after another, the friend withdrew his gaze and suddenly stared at Song Yan's face.

Song Yan: "What are you looking at?"

"Do you think..." My friend paused for a second: "This Song Xi'er looks a bit like you?"

Song Yan didn't even think about it: "I don't think so!"

Now that we know that someone is causing trouble in the interview, we have not been able to pass it, and now Shang Ji has personally promised to follow the normal process, which means that Shang Zhenghong will not interfere again.

So Song Xi'er thought about going back and looking at the company again later to see if Shang Ji's words were true.

But just as she was stopping the car, Shang Ji came over and pulled her in without saying a word.

"Send you back."

"No need." After Song Xi'er said that, she was about to pull the car door. Yang Ming had already stepped on the accelerator and locked it with the foresight.

Song Xier took a deep breath. Instead of looking at Shang Ji, she directly asked Yang Ming, who was driving in front of her: "Can I ask if your boss was hit in the head when he went out today?"

Otherwise, why would everything he did today look like a different person?

Yang Ming was silent for two seconds and then shook his head: "Probably not."

"So working overtime these past few days has damaged your brain?"

Yang Ming coughed and said nothing.

"You can ask me." Shang Ji said, "I can answer you."

Song Xier turned around and looked at him after hearing this: "Answer."

Shang Ji didn't answer but asked: "Why do you ask that?"

why?

Because she felt that Shang Ji treated her... very well today.

Of course, Song Xier only thought this in her heart and naturally did not say it out loud.

"If you don't answer, let me go."

"Because you think I'm good to you?" Shang Ji asked on her behalf.

Song Xier: "..."

Shang Ji leaned forward a little, with a smile on his deep brows: "Your feeling is right, I really want to be good to you."

He looked at her intently with smiling eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of long-lost affection flashing through his dark and deep eyes. Perhaps it was Song Xier's illusion.

Because she was so close, she could even see her own face in his pupils.

Song Xi'er's hand on the seat tightened unconsciously, her breathing slowed down quietly, and she pursed her lips and said nothing.