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

Police station.

When Song Xi'er came out, she immediately saw Shang Ji waiting in the car.

He placed one hand on the car window, holding a burning cigarette between his well-jointed fingers, and put the cigarette butt into his mouth. After a few seconds, his thin lips opened and closed, exhaling a piece of blue smoke, covering his handsome and deep features. , cold and coercive.

With just one glance, Song Xier knew that he was in a bad mood.

As if he heard the noise, Shang Ji turned his head and glanced in her direction. His lacquered eyes were deep and dark, like the sea at night, calm and waveless, but seemed to be able to absorb everything.

"Get in the car." He uttered two words coldly, and then withdrew his gaze.

But Song Xi'er stood there without moving, her head lowered, and her hands at her sides tightly grasped the coat at her side.

She didn't expect that the police would call Shang Ji!

Although this incident was a misunderstanding, Song Xier didn't want Su Mei to worry, so she didn't call them.

She thought someone would definitely come from Xiao Jie's side, and when the misunderstanding was explained clearly, she would come out with him.

Unexpectedly, the police called Shang Ji over!

A man's sarcastic voice sounded in his ears: "What? Do you want me to get out of the car and invite you?"

Song Xi'er suddenly raised her head and met Shang Ji's indifferent gaze, and her heart was stabbed.

"No, today's matter... I'm sorry to trouble you, I can do it myself-"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Ji interrupted him impatiently: "Get in the car, I don't want to say it a second time."

Song Xier pursed her lips and finally got in the car.

The car started and there was silence inside.

Song Xier sat close to the car window, huddled up.

She was still wearing slippers, and her exposed calves and ankles had long been frozen to the point of being numb.

Song Xi'er tightened her coat with her hands and smelled the smell of smoke coming from the man next to her. It was much stronger than before.

She didn't like Shang Ji smoking in the past, and he would avoid her after she complained.

But at this time, smelling the unpleasant smell of cigarette smoke in the carriage, and the faint cold fragrance contained in it, Song Xier sniffed hard, and for some reason, she suddenly wanted to cry.

Mingming was taken to the police station by the police inexplicably and was almost mistaken for taking drugs. Song Xier did not shed a single tear throughout the whole process.

But at this moment, thinking about the person sitting next to her, she suddenly couldn't control her emotions.

She blinked quickly and looked out the window, biting her lip hard to hold back the tears in her eyes.

Yang Ming, who was sitting in the front seat, answered the phone and then turned back to Shang Ji and said, "Mr. Shang, this is Miss Zhuang. I want to ask you when will this place end. Do you want to have dinner together?"

Zhuang Lin?

Song Xier subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the man beside her.

I heard the latter respond lightly: "Yes."

Yang Ming nodded and replied to Zhuang Lin.

Song Xier clenched her fingertips and said, "If you are busy, just put me down in front, thank you."

After the words fell, there was no response from beside him.

Song Xier lowered her eyes.

She originally planned to have dinner with Zhuang Lin, but she was called to the police station. Everyone would be unhappy, right?

Song Xi'er didn't ask for trouble anymore and looked up at the driver: "Please stop in front, thank you."

Upon hearing this, the driver subconsciously glanced at the business opportunity.

But the latter just sat there with his eyes closed and didn't respond.

If the boss doesn't say anything, the driver will naturally not dare to stop.

Seeing that the car continued to drive, Song Xier frowned and turned around: "I didn't expect the police to call you. I'm sorry for delaying your dinner with your... fiancée."

Shang Ji opened his eyes and turned his head: "Now you know I'm sorry?"

There was a trace of ridicule in his eyes, and after he said that, his eyes swept around her body, and the meaning became even stronger.

Song Xier was stunned for a moment, then her face and neck slowly turned red.

"Things are not what you think." Song Xi'er said, "I..."

"No need to explain to me." Shang Ji looked away: "What you do with him is your business."

Song Xier's expression stiffened.

"Yes, this is between us, and I don't need to explain it to you."

Song Xi'er whispered and then raised her head: "So please put me down in front, Mr. Shang."

Song Xi'er was looking sideways at Shang Ji as he spoke. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "boom" and the car under him suddenly braked. Song Xi'er was caught off guard and crashed into the seat in front of her.

And almost at the same time, a hand quickly stretched out to stop her body.

But before Song Xier could react and stabilize her body, the car underneath her suddenly shuddered violently, as someone hit her from behind due to the sudden braking.

A series of changes happened too fast, less than ten seconds before and after.

Song Xi'er reflexively wanted to find a support point. When she raised her hands, she grabbed Shang Ji's outstretched arm, very tightly, and her entire upper body lay on his arm.

And because the impact was too violent, her chest hit Shang Ji's tense muscle arm, and Song Xi'er hissed softly in pain.

Shang Ji held her arm with his backhand and hugged her towards him unconsciously. He raised his head with a stern face: "What's going on?"

The driver said nervously: "There seems to be a car accident ahead."

In a series of car accidents, several cars in front were rear-ended. Fortunately, the driver braked quickly to avoid hitting the car in front, but he was hit by the car behind him that braked slowly.

I couldn’t see the specific situation, but I was on an elevated highway again, and the front and rear were tightly blocked. There was a sound of horns honking outside the car, making it impossible to move at all.

"Mr. Shang, I'll go down and take a look." Yang Ming opened the door and walked out.

Song Xi'er's face turned a little pale. When she raised her head, she met Shang Ji's handsome face.

The distance was very close, so close that her lips almost touched the other person's chin, and her hands were still holding the other person's arms tightly.

At first glance, she seemed to be held in Shang Ji's arms.

Song Xier's eyes widened slightly and she subconsciously held her breath.

The next second, he saw Shang Ji's eyes suddenly lowered.

Their eyes met, and no one spoke.

Outside the car there was the sound of whistles and the sound of people talking.

These sounds are isolated outside the car, and the noise outside and inside the car seem to form two worlds.

Song Xi'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, touching Shang Ji's face like a small brush.

He squinted his eyes, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his dark eyes fell on Song Xier's face. He could clearly see the fine fuzz on her face and the red lips that were slightly opened due to fright.

Shang Ji's body suddenly moved, and his hand holding Song Xi'er's arm tightened.

And precisely because of this movement, Song Xier suddenly woke up and realized how ambiguous the two people's posture was at this time. She looked panicked and quickly let go of Shang Ji's hand.

As soon as her hands were released, her whole body became weightless, and she sat directly under the car seat - at Shang Ji's feet.

Fortunately, her chin managed to hit Shang Ji's knee. When her upper and lower teeth touched her, she bit her tongue. There was a smell of rust in her mouth, and the pain made her shed tears instantly.

Shang Ji frowned and lowered his eyes to help someone, but as soon as he raised his arm, he suddenly stopped.

His face, which had just softened, suddenly darkened, and his eyes instantly became very scary.