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

When Song Xier was hesitating whether to go in, Yang Ming appeared out of nowhere and opened the door for her.

As soon as Song Xi'er raised her head, she met the eyes of Shang Ji who was also looking up at the door from behind the desk.

Song Xier paused for a moment, then finally walked in.

"I'm here to get the information for Uncle Shang." Song Xi'er stood in front of the desk: "The front desk said it would be with you."

Shang Ji leaned back, his eyes fell on Song Xi'er's face, and he responded lightly: "Yes."

And then... no more.

Song Xi'er frowned, glanced around his table and said, "Uncle Shang is waiting for you, give it to me."

There was no expression on her face from the time she came in until now, and the look she looked at him didn't have the same admiration as before, but instead showed a hint of obvious alienation.

That attitude was almost like "I'm in a hurry" engraved on his face.

Shang Ji narrowed his eyes and stood up.

Song Xier followed his back and saw him walking to the sofa area aside.

Yang Ming had already taken out the lunches he had just brought in and placed them on the coffee table one by one. After Shang Ji sat down, he took a pair of chopsticks and opened them, obviously wanting to eat.

Song Xier was stunned for a moment.

What does it mean?

She turned to look at Yang Ming: "Assistant Yang, please help me get it, thank you."

Yang Ming glanced at Shang Ji: "I'm sorry, Miss Xi'er, I don't know what the information is."

Song Xier: "..."

She took a deep breath and walked over to Shang Ji: "Just get some information. I'll leave after I get it. I won't delay your meal time."

Shang Ji looked up at her and pointed to the opposite side: "Sit down."

Song Xier: "No need."

Shang Ji chuckled: "Are you so unfamiliar with me now?"

Song Xier pursed her lips and said nothing.

Shang Ji finished picking out the coriander sprinkled on top of the spicy chicken, and then pushed it to the opposite side.

"Eat first, and I'll bring it to you after you're done." He looked at her and said.

Song Xier's eyes moved as she watched his movements.

"No need." After Song Xi'er said this this time, she turned around and went out.

Shang Ji was obviously trying to make things difficult, so Song Xier was going to go out and call Shang Zhenglin.

"It's information about a new project of the company. Second uncle is going to get involved." Shang Ji said slowly: "Second uncle is not very clear about all aspects, so he is in a hurry."

Song Xier paused in her steps.

"Eat first." Shang Ji said again, "I'll go back with you after eating."

Song Xier turned around: "No need, since you want to-"

After being rejected one after another, Shang Ji lost his patience and said with obvious displeasure in his voice: "If you say no again, I will ask Yang Ming to hand over this information to others now."

Song Xier: "..."

A minute later, Song Xier sat opposite Shang Ji.

It was true that she hadn't had lunch yet and was hungry. After sitting down, she didn't look at the person opposite her. She picked up her chopsticks and ate silently with her head down.

But she didn't touch the pot of spicy chicken with coriander that Shang Ji picked during the whole process.

Naturally, Shang Ji also saw it. He suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked up: "Don't want to eat vegetables?"

Song Xi'er heard this and picked up a chopstick of green vegetables.

Shang Ji tapped his fingers on the table: "Where's the meat?"

Song Xier picked up another chopstick of pork ribs, but did not touch the plate of spicy chicken.

Shang Ji's eyebrows became colder to the naked eye, but his voice was very calm: "Are you angry with me?"

Song Xier paused and raised her head: "No."

"Really?" Shang Ji looked at her intently, and after a few seconds he suddenly said, "If you ask about the matter at Third Uncle's house, I can help."

Song Xier blinked: "So you can solve it from the beginning, right?"

Shang Ji didn't say anything, but he acquiesced.

Song Xi'er laughed when she saw this: "Since I didn't want to help at first, I don't need to help now."

Her voice was calm, and after speaking, her eyes fell on the plate of spicy chicken.

It's well fried, full of color, aroma and flavor, and looks very tempting.

"I don't like it anymore," she said. "I'm a little tired of it."

After the words fell, the air became quiet for a while.

Song Xier could clearly feel that Shang Ji was unhappy.

But she seemed to feel nothing, and lowered her head to gnaw on the ribs in the bowl again.

Suddenly, Shang Ji's voice sounded in her ears again: "My engagement to Zhuang Lin will not affect our relationship."

"Just go out and have fun. I will visit you when I have time." Shang Ji added, "You can come back after graduation."

Song Xi'er also had a piece of spareribs in her mouth. It was delicious, but not too thin.

After hearing what Shang Ji said, she swallowed the meat in her mouth with great difficulty.

"Shang Ji." She looked up at him with a wry smile in her eyes: "I really want to know, after so many years, what do I mean to you in your heart?"

Shang Ji frowned.

"Is he a shady lover?" Song Xi'er asked with a smile, "Or is he a bed partner who just suits your liking?"

Song Xier knew before that Shang Ji liked her body, and she was very happy about it.

But she didn't expect that he liked her body.

That's it.

"Actually, you could have said it earlier." Song Xi'er lowered her eyes: "If I had known earlier, I would never have liked you for so long."

If she had known earlier, no matter how much she liked it, she would have stopped her losses in time.

But fortunately it's not too late.

"Like it?" Shang Ji's eyebrows suddenly turned gloomy: "How much of the love you say is true and how false?"

Song Xier raised her head: "What do you mean?"

Thinking of that sketch, Shang Ji's face darkened again.

You Qi saw that Song Xier's face not only showed no guilt, but also looked sad and disappointed.

There's no way to tell whether it's true or not, so no wonder it's been able to deceive him for so many years.

"Do you think I'm doing it for your money?" Song Xi'er opened her eyes in disbelief: "Shang Ji, you bastard!"

There were tears in Song Xier's eyes. The sincerity she had held for so many years was suddenly thrown away without mercy.

Not only did he throw it away, he even stepped on it a few times.

Seeing the tears in Song Xier's eyes, Shang Ji frowned slightly.

Just when he was about to say something, the office door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhuang Lin walked in with a plate of washed fruits in her hand.

"Mr. Shang, this is——"

Her words suddenly stopped when she saw Song Xi'er.

Why is Song Xier here?

Zhuang Lin glanced back and forth between Song Xi'er and Shang Ji, and her hands holding the plate tightened.

Song Xi'er looked back at Zhuang Lin and sneered: "Mr. Shang, your fiancée is here, so I won't disturb you two's privacy."

Song Xi'er said, putting down the chopsticks in her hand with a "pop" and stood up.

Just as the cell phone rang, Song Xier answered the call without looking: "Hello, who's there?"

"So angry? Who bullied you?"

"Xiao Jie?" Song Xi'er said as she walked out.

Shang Ji behind him suddenly frowned when he heard Xiao Jie's name, and the temperature of his whole body instantly dropped several degrees again.

Song Xi'er didn't see it. She just walked to the door holding her mobile phone. When she saw Yang Ming walking towards her, she said, "Your business manager is busy coaxing his fiancée. I have something to do here. If you have any information, please ask Assistant Yang to help deliver it." Well, thank you."

After saying that, he entered the elevator without looking back.