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

"What's going on with Second Uncle Shang?" Tang Yuanbai got straight to the point: "Why did you get into trouble with your Third Uncle and the others?"

It stands to reason that the other uncles of Shang Ji usually fight fiercely in private, and they have not stopped for so many years, but Shang Zhenglin is not among them.

Shang Zhenglin is not involved in the company's affairs, and he doesn't care. He doesn't participate in any fights. He only guards his wife, his wife, and his gallery.

The other brothers also know what he is like, and they are happy to have one less person, so naturally they will not take the initiative to provoke him.

"It's a matter between women." Shang Ji leaned back: "Uncle Third probably doesn't know."

"That's it." Tang Yuanbai was silent for two seconds and then asked: "Song Xier's entrustment found me and wanted me to represent her mother. What do you think?"

Shang Ji lit a cigarette for himself: "This is your own business."

"I just want to know what your relationship is now?" Tang Yuanbai said in a casual tone, "If it doesn't matter, then I don't have to look at your face."

Shang Ji paused while smoking. In the blue-gray smoke, his eyes were half-closed, and the emotions in his eyes could not be seen clearly.

About half a minute later, Tang Yuanbai spoke again: "Why, are you still thinking?"

Shang Ji frowned fiercely, his eyes a little dark.

"What's there to think about?" His voice was cold and hoarse, and he chuckled and asked, "She is my second uncle's daughter. What do you think the relationship is?"

"Is it that simple?" Tang Yuanbai obviously didn't believe it.

"Yeah." Shang Ji put out his cigarette: "It's that simple."

After he finished speaking, Nan Zijin's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone: "It's refreshing. You should be tired of eating the same dish for so many years. Let's go out for a drink in the evening and go to Huang Palace. My brother will book the place for you. I guarantee that I can choose one that will satisfy you." of."

Shang Ji frowned and hung up.

Yang Ming looked at Song Changhai's information in his hand and was about to speak again when he saw that Shang Ji had already stood up, picked up his coat and strode towards the door.

Yang Ming paused, then closed the door and followed.

Forget it, it seems that Mr. Shang doesn't care anymore.

……

night.

A dark ward.

Song Xi'er couldn't sleep and wanted to turn over, but she stopped immediately as soon as she moved.

After all the hard work on the horse during the day, apart from her waist, other parts of Song Xier's body were not much better, especially her inner thighs and arms.

She didn't feel anything at first, but now the muscle soreness slowly began to show up, and Song Xi'er felt uncomfortable every time she moved.

Song Xi'er couldn't help but sigh, not knowing when this would be better.

Lying in bed like this, unable to go anywhere, especially having to go to the toilet, it felt so tortured. She didn't even dare to drink water now, and every time she sneezed, her whole body would be affected.

Just as he was thinking about it, the cell phone placed beside him suddenly rang, and at the same time the screen lit up, shining a small patch of light in the darkness.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Song Xi'er took it over and took a look.

I thought it was a hot push notification, but I didn't expect it to be from Shang Ji.

But what Song Xier saw was a messy garbled code.

What do you mean?

Song Xi'er stared at the screen for a long time before clicking into the dialog box between the two.

It's been a long time since the last time the two chatted. The last message was from her, asking where he was, but she didn't get a reply.

Song Xi'er forced herself not to look at the records above, but just stared at the string of garbled characters for a few seconds before replying with a question mark.

But after sending it, Song Xi'er felt a little regretful. What if someone just accidentally bumped into the wrong one, but why did she respond so impatiently?

Thinking about it, Song Xier's hand had already been withdrawn before her mind could react.

Looking at the words "You withdrew a message" that was immediately displayed on it, Song Xi'er frowned. Just as she was about to turn off her phone and go to sleep, her phone suddenly vibrated, and then the screen suddenly changed to an incoming call notification. The caller ID was Shang Ji. .

Song Xier's eyes suddenly widened, and the white light from the phone screen hurt her eyes.

She just stared at it for more than ten seconds before confirming that she had read it correctly.

It is indeed a call from Shang Ji!

Song Xi'er glanced at the time at the top of the screen. It was eleven fifty-six, four minutes to midnight.

Should Shang Ji call her at this time?

Song Xi'er held the phone and didn't answer it for a long time. She didn't know whether she was more confused or surprised.

Until finally, the cell phone ringtone automatically hangs up.

Song Xier's palms were a little numb from the shock, and she stared at the missed calls on the screen without making any movement for a long time.

Why did Shang Ji call her?

It must be a typo, right?

It must have been a typo.

Song Xi'er nodded as she thought about it, then turned off her phone, pulled the quilt over and closed her eyes.

But she couldn't sleep at first because of a string of garbled codes and a phone call from Shang Ji, which made her even more unable to sleep, and she was even a little irritable.

Song Xier subconsciously wanted to turn over, but as soon as she moved, she hissed.

She opened her eyes in pain and looked at the darkness in front of her. After a while, she couldn't help cursing: "I'm sick. I'm calling you in the middle of the night."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden sound from the door of the ward.

Song Xi'er was a little frightened and quickly turned her head to look at the door.

She originally thought it was a nurse doing rounds, but through the moonlight faintly coming through the window, she saw the door of the ward being opened, and then a tall figure walked in.

Judging from his body shape, he looks like a man.

Not a nurse!

Song Xier's breath tightened, her hands tightly grasped the quilt on her body, and her voice was a little tight: "Who?"

After she finished speaking, the visitor seemed to pause for a moment, and then walked straight towards the hospital bed.

Song Xier's heartbeat quickened. Regardless of the pain in her body, she half-supported her body and nervously raised her hand to press the medical bell on the bedside.

But as soon as she made a move, her hand was held down by a big hand.

She raised her head in horror and was about to speak when she suddenly smelled a strong smell of alcohol in the air.

It came from the other party.

Song Xi'er was afraid and wanted to pull her hand back. She stepped back and opened her body: "Help——"

As soon as she shouted a word, someone covered her mouth.

At the same time, in the darkness of her vision, she saw the other person suddenly bend over and face him, and the distance between the two was shortened in an instant.

It was so close that apart from the smell of alcohol on his body, Song Xier also smelled something else.