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

Song Xier almost instinctively wanted to leave, and she did so.

"What?" A man sneered from behind: "Now you don't even say hello when you see me."

She paused in her steps, and the joints holding the phone turned white.

The next second, she turned to look at the man behind her, with an unnatural smile on her red lips: "...Mr. Shang."

To him, she still couldn't pronounce that word.

It was obvious that they had broken up and they had nothing to do with each other, but she just didn't want to call him brother for some reason.

It was as if, as long as this word was shouted, all the bits and pieces of their past four years would disappear and no longer exist.

But it was all her wishful thinking.

There was never a so-called mutual love, it was just her unrequited love from beginning to end.

He never liked her as much as she thought he did.

But even so, Song Xi'er sadly didn't want to forget the memories of the two of them.

She deceived herself by telling herself that she had a one-person relationship with the person she liked and then broke up.

Mr. Shang?

Shang Ji narrowed his eyes, his eyes dark.

When she first entered the business, Song Xi'er looked weak and easy to bully. She didn't talk much. She was like a kitten entering a strange environment for the first time. She rejected and resisted any strange people and things, and kept her head buried. Hide yourself in the corner.

But even so, when facing Shang Ji, what she shouted in her soft and waxy voice was: Shang Ji.

When Shang Ji heard this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at Song Xi'er with a hint of unexplained interest.

For so many years, Song Xi'er has always called Shang Ji by his first name. It is direct and bold, and it is useless for anyone to say it.

But now it has been replaced by Mr. Shang.

"I was proposed." Shang Ji looked at Song Xi'er's face and saw the carefully painted makeup. After a few seconds, his eyes moved and fell on the uncovered light blue under her eyes: "A happy night Not sleeping?"

Song Xi'er touched it subconsciously after hearing this, and then put it down.

She really didn't sleep well these two nights. When she got up in the morning, she looked very bad. She felt scary when she looked in the mirror.

So in order not to let Su Mei see it, she applied a thick layer of foundation on herself before going out.

Unexpectedly, Shang Ji could see it.

"It's okay." She replied.

She knew she should leave now. She had nothing to do with Shang Ji, and Xiao Jie should be arriving soon.

but,

Song Xier's feet seemed to be nailed to the spot by something. Looking at the face in front of her, she still felt reluctant and uncontrollably sad.

She thought that after leaving the farm, there would be no chance for the two of them to meet again.

For now, it’s better to take one less look.

Even though he clearly knew that the man in front of him was about to hold the hand of another woman and enter the marriage hall.

Shang Ji frowned, and when he was about to say something, a very young clerk came over from the side, holding a large booklet in his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Shang, this is the new model that our store has just released." The clerk said while smiling and looking at Song Xi'er who was standing aside, his eyes lit up, and he sincerely praised: "Mrs. Shang has such a good temperament, our store These styles will definitely look great on you.”

Mrs. Shang!

The clerk's title was like a basin of cold water pouring down on Song Xi'er, from head to soles of her feet, making her whole body feel like she had just woken up from a dream. Even the blood in her body seemed to be frozen, cold and bone-chilling.

Song Xier blinked blankly, and then bit the tip of her tongue hard.

The pain and the smell of blood made her quickly look away from Shang Ji, and turned to look at the clerk. Just as she was about to explain, Shang Ji's voice came over first: "She's not."

Cold and distant, without any warmth.

The clerk was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment.

"Shangji."

Zhuang Lin was walking this way wearing a V-shaped waist-length white gauze skirt that swept the floor. Because the hem of the skirt was too long, she bent slightly to lift it up, revealing the white snow on her chest.

The already astonishingly large size squeezed out a deeper ravine because of her bending. Let alone men, even women blushed and their hearts beat when they saw it.

Song Xier was stunned for a second and then looked away. From the corner of her eye, she saw Shang Ji turning around and walking towards Zhuang Lin.

The tip of her heart felt like someone had stabbed her hard, and Song Xier's breathing was slightly choked by the pain.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Zhuang Lin held up the skirt and turned around in front of Shang Ji with a blushing face: "If it doesn't look good, I'll try something else."

Shang Ji: "It looks good."

"Really?" Zhuang Lin looked shy and happily came over to hold Shang Ji's arm: "That's it."

When she spoke, she turned sideways, almost touching the other person's body.

The clerk looked dumbfounded. When he reacted, his face turned pale with fright. He quickly bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shang."

After saying that, he turned around and bowed to Song Xier beside him: "I'm sorry."

The clerk is a new intern. It is a serious mistake to admit the wrong person in this situation. If you do not do well, you will be fired.

Hearing the voice, Zhuang Lin turned her head and seemed to see Song Xi'er standing beside her, with a surprised look on her face: "Sister Xi'er, why are you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, before Song Xi'er could speak, someone suddenly hugged her shoulders from the side: "Let's try on wedding dresses too."

Xiao Jie didn't know when he arrived. After speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Song Xi'er with a gentle voice: "Sorry, there was a bit of a traffic jam on the road. I'm late."

Song Xi'er's expression was a little stiff and her eyelashes drooped slightly: "It's okay."

"We Xi'er are considerate." Xiao Jie said and suddenly lowered his head and kissed Song Xi'er hard on the face.

His movements were so fast that Song Xi'er didn't react at all. After a few seconds, his face turned so ugly that she didn't even have time to hide it.

But Xiao Jie was looking down at her, blocking other people's sight.

Song Xier suppressed her emotions and wanted to push her away, but Xiao Jie had predicted her move and held her tightly.

"Angry? Aren't you afraid that Shang Ji will be jealous?" Xiao Jie's voice could only be heard by the two of them: "He can accompany my sister to try on wedding dresses despite his busy schedule. Do you think he will still care about you? "

Xiao Jie's words made Song Xier freeze.

Then a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes.

Even if Xiao Jie didn't say anything, she knew better than anyone that Shang Ji wouldn't be jealous.

"Your relationship is so good, I'm so envious of you." Zhuang Lin said with a smile: "I heard from my aunt that your wedding date has been decided."

Zhuang Lin turned to look at Shang Ji: "You don't know, right? It's the same day as us. I said before that Xi'er and my cousin would get married before us, but I didn't expect that I was right."