After pausing, Xu Jiamu said again: "Please help me bring the door when Miss Song leaves."

Then Xu Jiamu turned around and walked upstairs without any sign of compromise.

Song Xiangsi hurriedly stretched out her hand and pulled Xu Jiamu's hand.

Such familiar and soft touch made Xu Jiamu's whole body feel numb and painful. In just two seconds, he shook her hand away.

This time, Song Xiangsi directly grabbed his hand tightly with both hands. Whether it was because of fear or worry, her hand trembled and left: "I don't have time to ask others for help. The blood reserves in the hospital were not enough. The doctor said that the situation was very critical and that life would be in danger at any time. I beg you, please help me once, okay?"

Xu Jiamu suddenly chuckled his lips and chuckled. He turned his head and looked at Song Xiangsi with a little sarcastic tone: "Ms. Song, if I remember correctly, just three hours ago, you just told me that there was nothing to say between us. Since there was nothing to say between us, Miss Song, why should I go and save someone who has nothing to do with me?"

Maybe Xu Jiamu's voice was too firm, which made Song Xiangsi feel that Xu Jiamu would not help her. She was so anxious that tears rolled down. She grabbed Xu Jiamu's hand and turned her eyes twice in a panic, as if she really couldn't find a reason to convince her. Finally, she seemed a little incoherent: "Can you, can you, can you see if I have been with you for eight years..."

"Eight years?"

In the afternoon, he and her mentioned it first, but she was not nostalgic about it at all. Now she is here to bring it up with him for a man...

Xu Jiamu chuckled again, but a layer of sadness appeared in his eyes. But soon, his eyes turned into aggressive and sharpness. He turned his head and stared at Song Xiangsi and said word by word: "Those eight years were just a transaction, right? The goods were paid and had nothing to do with each other, so is Miss Song coming to me for tips now?"

Xu Jiamu spoke a little anxiously. When he said this, he suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists with force.

After two seconds, I opened my eyes again and looked at Song Xiangsi's eyes with a cold feeling: "What's more, Miss Song, I want to ask you, why should I help a woman who was once cruel and ruthless to take away my children in order to leave?"

After saying that, Xu Jiamu pulled away his hand fiercely and said in a cold voice: "Ms. Song, I won't give it away."

Then he walked towards the stairs.

"Xu Jiamu!" Song Xiangsi suddenly called his name. She turned around and stared at Xu Jiamu's back as she went upstairs: "As long as you promise to go to the hospital, I agree to whatever you ask me to do!"

Xu Jiamu's steps suddenly stopped.

"I won't let you help for free. I'll make a deal with you. I promise you one thing. No matter what request you make, I will try my best to do it. Is this OK?"

Eleven years ago, I sold myself to my father.

Eleven years later, I trade for my husband.

Song Xiangsi is really a person who values ​​love, but her love has never been given to him.
Chapter completed!