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

Xiao Jie was beaten badly inside, and the person who attacked her was obviously an expert. Except for the face, he specifically hit some non-fatal areas with no obvious injuries, but the punches hit the flesh and caused great pain.

Xiao Jie didn't take care of himself well after being beaten. In addition, the weather had been gloomy these past few days and it was very humid inside. His joints became inflamed.

In two words - miserable!

"It seems that you are quite a man." Xiao Jie looked at Song Xi'er and said, "Are you happy to see me being beaten like this?"

"Yes." Song Xi'er nodded: "Now can you tell me how you found him?"

Xiao Jie raised his hand and put it on Song Xi'er's shoulder, refusing to let go despite her pushing him. As he walked, he said, "You look very much like your mother. He saw your photo and asked me what your relationship is."

Such a coincidence?

Just happened to see her photo and happened to be touched by Xiao Jie?

Song Xi'er didn't believe it. She frowned and thought for a few seconds before saying, "You asked him to find me just because you wanted me to testify for you. Now that your purpose has been achieved, don't look for me again in the future."

She was about to leave, but Xiao Jie pulled her back again: "You saw it just now. Your man found someone to beat me like this. You have to be responsible for me."

Song Xier laughed angrily: "Whoever beat you is none of my business."

"So you admit that you were dumped by him?" Xiao Jie asked.

Song Xier's expression stiffened.

At this time, a surprised voice came from not far ahead: "Sister Xi'er, cousin?"

Song Xi'er looked up and saw Shang Ji, who had just separated a while ago, standing a few steps away, and beside her stood Zhuang Lin, holding a bag in her hand, which should be medicine.

Shang Ji also looked at Song Xi'er, his eyes focused on Xiao Jie's arm on Song Xi'er's shoulder.

"Linlin, why are you here?" Xiao Jie was the first to speak up: "Who are you getting this medicine for?"

"My grandpa is hospitalized here." Zhuang Lin said with surprise on her face: "Cousin, when did you come out? Are you okay?"

"Of course." Xiao Jie looked at Shang Ji: "I was wrongly accused. Xi'er went to the police station in person to testify for me. The police comrades cleared my name and naturally released me."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Song Xi'er with a smile: "Xi'er is so kind to me, I'm so moved that I have to pledge myself to her."

Zhuang Lin was very happy: "That's great. Thanks to sister Xi'er. Cousin, you must thank her properly."

"That's natural." Xiao Jie nodded: "I won't make Xi'er cry like some people."

Shang Ji had no expression on his face. After listening to Xiao Jie's words, he subconsciously glanced at Song Xi'er's eyes.

The latter didn't look at him, nor did he push away Xiao Jie's hand on his shoulder.

"Shang Ji and I are going to see grandpa." Zhuang Lin said, "We'll leave first."

Just as he was talking, several nurses pushed a hospital bed and walked quickly towards this side, shouting as they walked: "The one in front of you will give way, please give way, thank you."

Song Xier subconsciously stepped aside, but Zhuang Lin was accidentally bumped by someone who was avoiding her and sprained her foot.

"Ah!" Zhuang Lin cried out in pain, her face turning pale.

Shang Ji turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't seem to move my feet." Zhuang Lin looked at Shang Ji and said coquettishly with tears in her eyes: "It hurts."

Song Xi'er heard the sound and looked over there subconsciously.

Then she saw Shang Ji turn around and hug Zhuang Lin directly.

Song Xier's expression was dazed for a moment, and her hands hanging by her sides suddenly clenched into fists, and her nails dug into her palms and she felt a sharp pain.

Her nose was sore from the pain, and the soreness spread to her eyes.

Song Xi'er blinked lightly, not letting herself show any signs of losing her composure.

Zhuang Lin originally saw Song Xi'er standing aside and wanted Shang Ji to say a few nice words to him to coax her.

She didn't have any expectations at first. As long as Shang Ji could say a few more words to her, she would be very happy.

But she never expected that Shang Ji would hug her this time! !

After a moment of astonishment, Zhuang Lin couldn't hide the joy on her face and quickly raised her hands to wrap her arms around Shang Ji's neck.

But he was still reserved: "I can actually leave by myself."

As he spoke, he specifically glanced at Song Xier who was not far away.

Shang Ji didn't say anything, and walked toward the hospital area with his arms in his arms.

When passing by Song Xier and Xiao Jie, Zhuang Lin clearly saw Song Xier's pale face, and she couldn't be happier.

Especially when looking at Shang Ji's face at such a close distance, with the man's superior jawline and straight bridge of nose so close at hand, it looked so good no matter how beautiful it was, she was so happy that she almost fainted.

Zhuang Lin had always been confident that Shang Ji would fall in love with her sooner or later, and now her confidence was proven right.

Song Xi'er just met Shang Ji earlier than her. If she and Shang Ji had met first, nothing would have happened to Song Xi'er at all.

But it doesn't matter if it's a little late. Based on her family background and appearance, Zhuang Lin believes that Shang Ji will fall deeply in love with her in the end.

And now she feels that that day is not far away.

As for Shang Ji and Song Xi'er, that is all in the past. From now on, Shang Ji will only be with her, Zhuang Lin.

Shang Ji hugged Zhuang Lin and left without even looking at Song Xi'er the whole time.

"How pitiful." Xiao Jie said "tsk" from the side: "Sure enough, a man is no longer a human being if he is ruthless."

Song Xi'er raised her hand and took his hand away, while taking a step aside: "I'm going back first."

After saying that, Xiao Jie walked away quickly without waiting for anything to say.

Xiao Jie stood there, watching Song Xier's leaving figure. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he whispered to himself: "Shang Ji doesn't want you anymore. Sooner or later, I will let you sleep on my bed."

-

Zhuang Lin's grandfather, whose surname is Wei, is now retired at home. He used to be a heavyweight in the National Research Institute. Unfortunately, he only has one daughter, Zhuang Lin's mother, who did not inherit his expertise at all.

Mr. Wei is getting older now. He has a lot of geriatric diseases and has been in the hospital for a long time. His condition is not very good.

After Shang Ji saw people coming out of the ward, Yang Ming came over and handed Shang Ji a piece of information: "This is Mr. Wei's latest test result."

"Yeah." Shang Ji took it and looked at it.

"Professor Bill has been contacted. He will give a lecture in China next week and will come to the hospital to see Mr. Wei." Yang Ming said.

Shang Ji didn't say anything. He closed the document in his hand and raised his head: "Let me pay attention [-] hours a day. If there is any situation, call me at any time."

Yang Ming nodded.

At this time, Shang Ji's cell phone rang. He took a look at the call, answered it, and put it to his ear.

Before he could speak, a very enthusiastic shout came from the other end of the phone: "Dad, you finally answered my call."

The sound was so loud that Yang Ming on the side heard it, and the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously.