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

At this time, there was chaos outside the car. Even though the traffic police had arrived, because they were on an elevated highway and could not move forward or backward, many people got out of the car and urged them, and many of them even started arguing over disagreements.

Song Xier was in a very embarrassed state. When he got out of the car, he attracted a lot of looks, and some even whistled at him.

Yang Ming was about to get in the car and say something to Shang Ji. When he saw Song Xi'er coming down, he was stunned for a moment: "Miss Xi'er, why did you get down?"

Song Xi'er didn't even look at him and walked straight forward.

Yang Ming quickly opened the car door: "Mr. Shang, Miss Xi'er—"

The unfinished words suddenly stopped when he saw Shang Ji's gloomy face.

Shang Ji lit a cigarette in his hand, and in just a moment, the cigarette was almost gone.

His gaze was fixed on Song Xier's limping back not far away through the car window, but there was an imperceptible anger in his seemingly calm eyes.

After finishing the cigarette, Shang Ji didn't notice it. It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned to the end and a burning sting came that he suddenly looked away and looked down.

"Mr. Shang, there was a serious car accident ahead. It was very noisy. Wouldn't it be bad for Miss Xi'er to get out of the car like this?" Yang Ming said immediately.

Shang Ji didn't say anything, he just put out the cigarette in his hand.

Song Xier's slippers were still on Shang Ji's feet. She got out of the car with bare feet. She just took a few steps when she felt a stinging pain in the soles of her feet. Coupled with the already painful ankle, she let out a slight "hiss" and fell down. On the ground.

His palms and knees were scratched on the concrete floor, and thin drops of blood seeped out.

Song Xi'er raised her hand and looked at it. One hand was still on the ground, and she sat in the fallen position without moving for a long time.

But there was a tear dripping on the concrete floor beneath her, and then one after another, and soon it stained a large area.

At this moment, the window of a car parked beside him suddenly lowered, revealing a man's face.

"Little sister, do you need help?"

Song Xi'er lowered her head, her black hair hanging down and her face couldn't be seen clearly, but the calves exposed under the coat were so delicate and slender that the man's eyes straightened when he saw her.

Before Song Xier could say anything, he opened the door and got out of the car.

"Where are you going? I'll take you there. Why are you wearing so little? What if you get frozen? Get in the car quickly. It's warm in the car."

As the man spoke, he raised his hand to help Song Xier up from the ground.

"...No, thank you." Song Xi'er said, raising her hand to break away from the man's support.

Because she had just cried, her eyes were very red, and she had a clear nasal voice when she spoke. Her fair face was covered with tears, and her delicate facial features were washed away in this way, giving her a more translucent look that I felt pity for.

The man was stunned for a few seconds, and then he helped the person to the car without any explanation: "I am not a bad person, I just want to help others. Anyone who sees a beautiful girl like you will..."

Before the man finished speaking, the back of his neck suddenly tightened, and before he could react the next second, his whole body was lifted and thrown aside by a force.

"Who is it? What the hell-" The man's angry words were suddenly choked up when he saw Shang Ji's gloomy face.

Without looking at him, Shang Ji walked straight to Song Xi'er, took off his coat and draped it over Song Xi'er from the front, then bent down and picked her up.

Song Xi'er was stunned for a moment, then started to struggle after reacting: "Let me down!"

The man came back to his senses after hearing this, and bravely stepped forward: "Didn't you hear she asked you to let go?"

Shang Ji glanced coldly: "Go away!"

The man took a step back in fright: "You... we'll see."

Song Xi'er punched Shang Ji's chest hard several times, but Shang Ji's arms were very stable, and no matter how she moved, it had no effect.

There was a black nanny car parked in the driveway in the opposite direction not far away. The assistant in the car stared at Song Xier's face for a long time, then looked away and asked the man sitting behind her: "Brother Xuan, look at that. Is the girl being held by someone next to her the one you gave her an umbrella to last time?"

The man in the back seat had his eyes closed, but he glanced casually sideways when he heard the words.

The next second his originally lazy expression suddenly became startled: "Shang Ji?"

"I said let me go, can't you hear me?" Because of the nasal sound after crying, Song Xier's voice not only lacked momentum, but also gave people a soft and coquettish tone: "Who am I to you? Mine It’s none of your business.”

"Let me go!"

"Shang Ji!"

"You bastard, you bastard!"

"Are you deaf if you put me down?

Yang Ming quickly opened the car door, and Shang Ji bent over and threw Song Xi'er in.

That's right, throw it!

Without any sympathy, Song Xier almost hit the seat, her head was dazed for a moment, and she sat up reflexively to get out.

Shang Ji sat in and closed the door with a bang.

Seeing this, Song Xier turned around with a cold face to pull the car door on the other side.

"Yang Ming!" Shang Ji shouted, and Yang Ming immediately understood and locked the lock before Song Xi'er stretched out his hand.

"you……"

Song Xier took a deep breath several times and then turned back and glared at Shang Ji: "What do you mean?"

Shang Ji took a deep breath and said nothing.

But it was obvious that he was in a bad mood at the moment.

There was an eerie coldness to his entire facial features.

"I said I wanted to get off the car." Song Xi'er said and threw the coat he had just put on herself at him: "Who cares about your rags? Give them back to you, I want to get off the car."

As soon as he finished speaking, the coat pocket fell directly on Shang Ji's head, covering his entire face.

Yang Ming turned around and saw this scene, and his heart suddenly "thumped".

When did Miss Xi'er have such a bad temper?

There was a deathly silence in the car. A few seconds later, Shang Ji raised his hand to take off the clothes on his head and threw them aside.

Song Xier's face was still stained with tears that had not been wiped away, and her eyelashes were wet. When she met Shang Ji's gaze, her tear-stained face showed no trace of fear, and she looked straight back. past.

"What are you looking at? If you don't let me go, I'm going to call the police." Song Xi'er said and touched the phone. After pressing it several times, she found that it was out of power and turned off.

Shang Ji grinded his teeth and suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Song Xier's ankle and pulled hard, pulling her over easily.