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

"I'll do it." Ma Zimo wanted to take the wine in Song Xi'er's hand, but she dodged it: "It's okay, I'll offer another glass to Mr. Shang."

After speaking, he raised his head again.

But this time after finishing the drink, she quickly put down the glass in her hand and covered her mouth: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, he quickly ran out of the private room.

Ma Zimo was a little worried and wanted to follow but was stopped by Manager Jia.

Since she was out to socialize, she would inevitably drink. Song Xier was mentally prepared, but she didn't expect to drink so much. Her feet felt weak when she walked from the private room to the bathroom, and the discomfort in her stomach seemed to be more serious than before.

She leaned on the sink to spit out all the wine she had just drank, and then washed her face with cold water.

Song Xi'er supported the countertop and looked at herself in the mirror without making any movement for a long time.

"Click"

The sudden sound brought Song Xi'er back to her senses. She looked up and saw the person in the mirror.

The man who was supposed to be in the private room appeared at the door of the women's restroom, reaching behind him and locking the door.

"you……"

Song Xi'er turned around in surprise and wanted to say something, but the next second her mouth was covered by a big hand. At the same time, her waist was tightened, and she was pushed against the wall without any resistance.

Shang Ji's body was stained with the slightest smell of cigarette and alcohol, which mixed together and went straight to Song Xier's nose.

She struggled to speak, but Shang Ji didn't say anything, just lowered his head and bit her neck.

Song Xier grunted in pain, tears flowed out, and she sobered up a lot after drinking.

After biting it, Shang Ji licked it and touched Song Xier's waist with his palm.

Then he said in a low voice: "You seem to have gained a little weight?"

Song Xier's whole body trembled violently, and she raised her hand to push the person away.

Shang Ji just took a step back, looked into Song Xier's red eyes, and smiled.

"Angry?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and lightly wiped the spot on Song Xier's neck where he had just bitten him: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a moment."

Seeing him looking at her like this, Song Xier suppressed her emotions and pursed her lips without saying a word.

She really felt sick in her stomach and didn't want to talk.

Shang Ji moved his palm down: "It's been so long, don't you miss me?"

miss him?

Song Xier snorted and raised her head: "Have you drunk too much? Why should I miss you?"

Shang Ji: "Are you unhappy about Zhuang Lin?"

Song Xier's face was expressionless: "You are thinking too much."

Although she didn't know why the two of them were still working together since they had canceled their engagement, it had nothing to do with her.

Even if Shang Ji went directly to Zhuang Lin to get the certificate, it would have nothing to do with her.

"Speak carefully." Shang Ji rubbed his palm on Song Xier's waist, then leaned closer: "I miss you."

I miss you.

The man's voice was deep and honest, and because he had just drank wine, it fell low on Song Xi'er's ears, giving people an inexplicable softness and caress.

Feeling the man's breath surrounding her, Song Xi'er had a cold face and said nothing.

Shang Ji drank, and she drank too, and the wine was very powerful. Song Xier felt uncomfortable not only in her stomach but also in her head.

So all her reactions were much slower than normal.

"This is the women's restroom. If you don't want to be called a pervert, please get out."

Shang Ji didn't say anything, and suddenly raised his hand to clasp the back of Song Xi'er's head. His deep eyes fell on her slightly raised red lips, and then he lowered his head as if to kiss her.

The cell phone rang, it was Shang Ji's.

He took it out and looked at it. The caller ID on it was Zhuang Lin.

Song Xier sneered: "Your secretary is looking for you."

Shang Ji hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. He looked up at Song Xi'er and touched Song Xi'er's earlobe with calloused fingers.

Song Xier wanted to hide, but he held her neck so she couldn't move.

"Everything I said is true." Shang Ji lowered his head and touched hers with a low voice: "Xier, I really miss you."

"What I said last time that I want to be good to you is true. How about we get back together?"

Facing the other party's dark eyes, Song Xi'er knew clearly that the so-called longing for her was not for her, Song Xi'er, but for her body.

As for getting back together, it's just one of the excuses.

From beginning to end, she was just a bed partner whom he happened to like and was convenient for.

"A good horse never turns back." Song Xi'er said, "There are so many men in the world, why should I find one I don't like anymore?"

Shang Ji moved for a moment, and his raised eyes were dark and heavy. Some emotion seemed to be rising up, but he quickly suppressed it again.

"What did you say?"

"I said we have separated." Song Xi'er said, "You want to get married, and I have my own life, and I am living a good life now."

"Then let's get married." Shang Ji said, "There is no one else this time, just the two of us. If you want to get married, we can get the certificate now."

For a moment, Song Xier even suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

"What?" She couldn't help laughing: "Is this some new fraud method?"

Song Xi'er looked at Shang Ji, curled her lips and revealed a cool smile, and said word by word: "Sorry, I don't want to."

For Song Xi'er, the reason why Shang Ji said these words was just for that purpose.

Because nothing else worked, I changed the method.

She used to like him, like him very much.

I like it so much that I don’t know how many times I have been looking forward to the scene when Shang Ji proposes to her.

But then she suddenly learned that she would never be his candidate for marriage.

No matter how much she likes her, she will never let herself be a mistress that everyone despises and hates for this love.

And now, no matter how much she likes it, she will never say it again, let alone be swayed by anything he says.

"Don't you want to get married? I will grant your wish. Whatever you want for the wedding will be fine."

Shang Ji seemed a little irritable, or impatient: "Just like all other lovers getting married, it won't be any different. You can do whatever you want."

Shang Ji didn't understand why Song Xi'er still refused to agree even though he had already talked about this.

He has already said that he can marry her and get married, which means he can legitimately let her enter the merchant's door.

What Yang Ming said before is actually a bit wrong. He did have room and board in the company these days and was very busy.

But before that, he went back to see the old man once and had some words with him in the study.

No one knew about this matter, and Yang Ming didn’t know the specific content.

Song Xier's forehead was covered with thin cold sweat. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "If you want to get married and find someone else, it has nothing to do with me."

"How come it has nothing to do with you?" Shang Ji frowned: "The person I want to marry is you, Song Xi'er, don't you understand?"