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

Shang Ji's eyes fell heavily on Song Xi'er's face: "What did you call me?"

Song Xier's hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, but she said with a smile on her face: "Cousin, is there something wrong?"

Shang Ji was too tall, almost [-] meters tall. Song Xi'er would have to raise her head when she stood and looked at him, let alone when she was lying on the bed.

Especially when viewed from this angle, Song Xier felt oppressed by the invisible momentum coming from the opponent's body.

The lines on Shang Ji's side face tightened, as if he was gritting his teeth.

It took a while before I heard him say: "Very good."

Just two words, Song Xier subconsciously shrank back for some reason.

And the way Shang Ji looked at her was dark and heavy, like a bottomless abyss, which made Song Xier instinctively feel the danger.

"You..." Song Xier paused before speaking again: "Why are you here?"

Shang Ji sneered and said sarcastically: "Is this your attitude towards your savior?"

Thinking of Shang Ji who sat behind her the moment the little white horse rushed over, Song Xier thanked her from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you for saving me."

If it weren't for Shang Ji, she would probably be doing more than just lying here.

It's right to say he is a lifesaver.

Shang Ji sneered: "Then your thank you is really cheap."

The smile on Song Xi'er's face was a little awkward: "...how do you want me to thank you?"

Shang Ji: "I haven't decided yet."

"Then tell me after you have thought about it." Song Xier said sincerely.

Shang Ji took a step forward, bent slightly, and fixed his eyes on Song Xier's face: "As long as I say, you will do it?"

It was obviously a very simple vocabulary, but for some reason, Song Xier's heart slowed down a beat when she met Shang Shang Ji's gaze, and she spoke quickly: "Within the normal range, if it's unreasonable or inappropriate... I won't agree."

Shang Ji said nothing, but his eyes remained on Song Xier's face without moving away.

Song Xi'er felt very uncomfortable when he saw her. Her heartbeat became a little faster and louder for no reason.

Afraid of being heard by him, she stepped back again and asked, "Do you have anything else?"

Shang Ji suddenly laughed: "As a brother, you need a reason to come see your sister?"

Song Xier's heart shrank violently.

elder brother……

It was obviously her who spoke first, but when she heard these two words coming out of his mouth, Song Xier still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Although such a title has never happened before.

But Song Xier knew that this time was different.

Because from now on, she and him are really just brother and sister.

Not even close.

Song Xi'er lowered her head, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, cousin, I'm fine now."

"Is everything okay?" Shang Ji's eyes fell on her waist, which was fixed by the doctor, and his expression was very cold: "Song Xi'er, you are really good at doing this for a ruined competition."

There was no emotion in his tone when he said these words, but there was a touch of mockery in his eyes looking at Song Xi'er.

Song Xi'er didn't bother to explain, and simply acquiesced: "It was all an accident. I didn't expect such a thing to happen."

"Really?" Shang Ji stood up, glanced around Song Xi'er's body, and said in an unclear tone, "It seems Xiao Jie is not good at it. You were not like this when you were in my bed before."

Song Xier raised her head with wide eyes: "You...what are you talking about?"

"Are you talking nonsense?" Shang Ji tugged on his sleeves, smiled at Song Xi'er and said, "I remember your body was so soft before -"

"Shut up!" Song Xi'er became angry in embarrassment: "Shang Ji, you, you... are obscene!"

She never expected that such a thing could be said by him in such a light and descriptive tone.

In his mouth, her body seemed to be just a toy that he could play with and throw away after playing with it.

Song Xier's eyes felt sore, and her heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. The suffocating pain and sorrow made her almost cry.

But in the end she held back.

Can't cry!

What's there to cry about?

Song Xi'er, don't be so worthless!

"What?" Shang Ji looked at Song Xi'er's face: "Didn't you call me cousin just now? Stop pretending?"

"you--"

Song Xi'er took a deep breath to calm down: "I'm going to rest. You can go out."

She said and closed her eyes, as if she didn't even bother to look at him.

Shang Ji's eyes were dark, and his deep eyes fell on Song Xier's slightly tilted face.

There was silence in the room. Song Xier didn't hear any movement for a long time, and suddenly opened her eyes: "What on earth are you——"

"You worked so hard to win the game." Shang Ji looked at the ticket in her hand and said, "You are so happy after you only got one ticket?"

"That's right." Song Xi'er raised her chin: "It's better than nothing."

"But having said that, I really want to thank my cousin. Your... friend is so kind that he was willing to give me this ticket."

Song Xier was quite surprised by this.

It is estimated that the other party does not know about her previous relationship with Shang Ji. If he knew, he would definitely not know.

Shang Ji looked at her with unclear emotions in his eyes.

After a few seconds, I heard him suddenly say: "If you ask me, I can consider helping you with the remaining reward."

But to his surprise, Song Xier refused without thinking: "No, you can't be too greedy. I'm already satisfied with the tickets."

Shang Ji didn't say anything after hearing this. He took a deep look at Song Xi'er and then turned around and walked out.

Looking at the man's back, the smile on Song Xier's face slowly disappeared, and her lowered eyes were filled with sadness and loneliness.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in her hand rang. Looking at the incoming call, Song Xier thought of something and hurriedly answered: "Mom."

Not knowing what was said on the other end, Song Xier's face changed slightly, and she subconsciously raised her hand to lift the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.

But as soon as she moved, she let out a cry of pain and lay back.

Shang Ji, who had just walked to the door, heard the movement behind him, turned around and saw Song Xi'er lying there with a pale face, gasping for air, with cold sweat covering her forehead.

Shang Ji frowned fiercely, and several people stepped over and held him down: "Don't move!"

Song Xi'er didn't seem to hear her and struggled to get up: "Let me go."

"I told you not to move!" Shang Ji glanced at the phone screen in Song Xier's hand, looked at the call display on it, narrowed his eyes, and then hung up without thinking.

When Song Xi'er saw that he hung up her phone, she was angry and anxious: "What are you doing? Give me back the phone."

Shang Ji knelt on one knee on the hospital bed, his arm directly pressed on Song Xier's chest, and his other hand reached out to ring the medical bell at the bedside.