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

"Yeah." Shang Ji responded lightly, without any reaction, and didn't even look at Song Xi'er.

Zhuang Lin was very happy to see it.

It seemed that the aunt was right. Shang Ji had only a temporary interest in Song Xier. Now that the novelty was gone, the interest was naturally gone.

But she was different. In terms of looks and life experience, she, Song Xier, couldn't compare to her in everything. She was the only one qualified to stand by Shang Ji's side.

Zhuang Lin was very proud in her heart, but on her face she gently let go of Shang Ji's arm, walked to Song Xier's side, took her arm and said affectionately: "Xier, there are a lot of beautiful things over there, let's go there. "

Song Xier withdrew her hand: "No need."

Xiao Jie raised his eyes and said, "Your skirt is pretty, do you have any more? Bring one over and let's try it on too."

What he asked next was the clerk on the side.

Shop assistant: "...This, this is a new model, there is only one."

"It's okay." Zhuang Lin said, "Sister Xi'er, if you like it, I'll take it off and give it to you to try. If you think it's okay, I'll let it go to you, and I'll go again -"

Song Xier interrupted Zhuang Lin with a cold voice: "I don't like it."

"It's okay, don't feel embarrassed, try it and it will look good." Zhuang Lin persuaded.

Song Xier was a little impatient.

She didn't like Zhuang Lin at first sight, not to mention the affectionate look he deliberately made every time he talked to her, which made her unbearable.

Shang Ji suddenly turned his head and glanced at Song Xi'er, saying in a very light voice: "She is not suitable."

Song Xi'er was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised her head to meet Shang Ji's gaze.

Their eyes met, and the man's ink-like eyes showed no emotion at all, and his expression was very indifferent.

And after he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze, like a casual suggestion.

Zhuang Lin didn't know what she thought of but suddenly looked at Song Xi'er's breasts. She was stunned for a moment, and then explained in a embarrassed tone: "I didn't expect that this dress... is indeed a bit big in size. It's okay. There are many more over there." There must be something smaller that suits Xi'er."

After Zhuang Lin finished speaking, she turned to look at Shang Ji and blamed shyly: "Don't say that, Xi'er will be embarrassed."

Shang Ji didn't say anything, turned around and walked aside.

Looking at the two people leaving, Song Xier suddenly felt an unknown fire in her heart for some reason.

What did Shang Ji mean by what he just said?

Do you dislike her small breasts?

Song Xi'er lowered her head and glanced at herself. Although she was not very big, she was not small either!

The more she thought about it, the angrier Song Xier became.

Why didn't you find him disgusted when we were in bed before?

Now that she feels something bigger, she starts to dislike her?

Thinking of how Zhuang Lin wanted to press her entire breast into Shang Ji's arms just now, Song Xier was so angry that she wanted to catch up and argue with him.

But in the end, reason prevailed.

They have broken up, and whether he likes big, small, round or flat ones has nothing to do with her.

Song Xi'er comforted herself in her heart like this, but she couldn't help but think of the man's attitude every time he tormented her...

Thinking that he and Zhuang Lin would do the same thing in the future.

Or rather, that’s already the case.

Thinking of this, she knew that she was no longer qualified, but jealousy still wrapped around her heart like dense thorny vines, and then tightened inch by inch.

……

Zhuang Lin originally came here today just to try on the clothes for the engagement party, but she didn't expect that Shang Ji not only accompanied her, but also sat on the sofa waiting for her patiently and without any impatience.

This made Zhuang Lin feel very sweet and excited. After talking to the clerk, she chose several sets of wedding dresses and entered the fitting room.

On the sofa in front of the fitting room, Shang Ji was sitting there in a dignified and cool manner, with his legs crossed and his straight suit pants outlining his long, slender legs. The faintly visible muscle lines under the fabric could be seen in his movements.

He was holding an entertainment magazine prepared in the store and flipping through it casually. From time to time he looked up in the direction of the fitting room. His angular and handsome features were like the darling of the Creator, which made the clerk working nearby blush and his heart beat.

The clerk tied the knot around Song Xi'er's waist. When she opened the curtain and turned around, she met the eyes of Shang Ji who looked up after hearing the noise.

But he was obviously waiting for Zhuang Lin. He looked up and saw that the person who came out was Song Xi'er. He seemed to frown, and then looked away with a calm expression.

Song Xier's eyes dimmed a bit and she quickly looked away.

The skirt of the wedding dress was very large, and Song Xier could feel the entire tugging without moving around.

She didn't know whether the clerk tightened her waist too tightly, or whether the skirt was too heavy. Song Xier stood on the high column platform, her whole body was tight, even stiff, and very uncomfortable.

Xiao Jie walked over with shining eyes, and scanned Song Xier's body up and down several times without any concealment, with a smile on his face: "It's so beautiful!"

He praised her sincerely, then took out his mobile phone and took a series of "click-click" shots of Song Xi'er from all angles.

Song Xi'er stood there expressionless. She must be disgusted or even disgusted by Xiao Jie's camera.

But she endured all these emotions and stood there obediently, letting him take pictures without saying a word.

"Mr. Xiao and Mrs. Xiao are a perfect match. How about I take a photo for you?" the clerk said from the side.

Xiao Jie's eyes fell on Song Xi'er and did not move away: "No need."

Xiao Jie likes to take pictures of women, alone, of all kinds, but he doesn’t like taking group photos very much.

The photo with Song Xier that I took out in City A happened to be the only one.

While patting, Xiao Jie stepped forward, touched Song Xier's face and said softly: "This face is so beautiful, you should smile more to make it look better."

Song Xier twitched her lips when she heard this.

Xiao Jie seemed a little dissatisfied, but said nothing more.

But as Song Xier watched, she suddenly thought of something, and an idea slowly emerged in her heart.

As she was thinking, wondering if it was her imagination, Song Xier subconsciously turned her head and glanced aside.

The magazine in Shang Ji's hand was replaced by a mobile phone. He was probably reading something. His slender fingers were gently sliding on the screen, his head was slightly lowered, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

Didn't look her way.

Song Xi'er laughed self-deprecatingly, lowered her eyes and looked away.

What the hell is she thinking?

Why do you think Shang Ji will look at her?

The reason why he is sitting here is because of Zhuang Lin, and if he wants to see it, he is also looking at Zhuang Lin.

Just as he was thinking about it, the curtain on the side also opened with a "swipe" sound.

Zhuang Lin changed into a snow-white floor-length wedding dress with a tube top.

Song Xi'er turned her head, and the first thing that caught her eye was not the style of the wedding dress, but the pair of huge breasts on Zhuang Lin's chest that were almost jumping out...

It was even more exaggerated than the previous V-neck. Song Xier was dumbfounded and suspected that her breasts would be squeezed out in the next second...