Then, Xu Jiamu put his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair, trapping Song Xiangsi in his arms, lowered his head slightly, and stared at her eyes: "Xiang Si, can you stop like this? Let's talk carefully, can we do it?"

Did Xu Jiamu ever talk to Song Xiangsi in this tone in the past?

In the past, Xu Jiamu would only turn against each other even more arrogantly when Song Xiangsi was arrogant.

But now he is actually talking to her in such a good-looking tone.

What exactly does he mean... Could it be that he wants to be with her...

When Song Xiangsi thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a hint of mockery in her heart. Why did she always keep her from repeating her teachings?

She was soft-hearted to him again and again, but in return he broke the engagement and got engaged to others.

It is because I have hoped so many times that I am so desperate in the end.

So, please, Song Xiangsi, don’t be so unreliable. This time you returned to China not to start over with Xu Jiamu, but to your father. Once your father recovers from illness, you will return to the United States. Your life is very good now. Although it is very sad to think of him occasionally, it is very peaceful. Don’t let yourself be hurt again and again...

Song Xiangsi held her hand hard, then curled her lips at Xu Jiamu and smiled carelessly: "Mr. Xu, what do you mean? Do you want to revive me? If I remember correctly, you told me in person three years ago that there is no relationship between you and me!"

"So, Mr. Xu, I think there is really nothing to say between us. After all, I am not yours, and you are no longer mine."

Xu Jiamu grabbed the hands of the armrests on both sides of the chair. Because of the force, the joints protruded and a layer of blue-white.

"Oh, no." Song Xiangsi chuckled again as if she hadn't seen the man's strangeness at all: "Three years ago, I was not yours, and you were not mine. We were just a transaction, and we had to pay both money and not owe each other."

"In your heart, that's what you think all the time?" Xu Jiamu held his breath and asked word by word.

"Otherwise?" Song Xiangsi asked absent-mindedly, then raised her head and looked into Xu Jiamu's eyes: "Otherwise, how could I take away your child..."

Before Song Xiangsi could finish her words, Xu Jiamu suddenly turned her head away. His breathing became a little rapid, and his face was full of resentment.

Just when Song Xiangsi thought he would be as angry as three years ago, Xu Jiamu suddenly let go of the armrest of the chair, the man took a step back, then turned around, stared out the window, and said in a very light tone: "You go, just let your agent come to negotiate about the contract."

Song Xiangsi sat on the chair with a cold face for a while, then stood up without saying a word, carried his bag, and walked out of the box door.

Xu Jiamu stood there without moving for a moment. It was not until the sound of Song Xiangsi closing the door that his body trembled gently.

Soon the door was pushed open again, and the voice of Song Xiangsi's agent came: "Mr. Xu, the contract..."

"I will arrange someone to send it to you after the contract." Xu Jiamu didn't wait for Song Xiangsi's agent to finish his words, so he said something.

"Okay." Song Xiangsi's agent responded and said again: "Then Mr. Xu, goodbye."
Chapter completed!