Xu Shenghe nodded, watching her approach the villa lonely, and suddenly regretted that he had just persuaded her to continue this unhappy marriage.

When Song Ruosheng entered, all the lights in the living room were turned on, the hall was bright, and Ji Xunyang was expressionless and sunk in the sofa, with a cigarette between his fingers.

Song Ruosheng wanted to go straight upstairs, but turned around again and said to him: "Smoke less, it's not good for your lungs!"

Ji Xunyang paused, and then spoke: "When will it be your turn to take care of me?"

Song Ruosheng bit her lip: "Ji Xunyang, I am your wife!"

She was reminding him, reminding him that they were legally allowed to be married, no matter how much he liked the woman.

Ji Xunyang slowly protruded a circle under his eyes, squinted his eyes and asked her, "So what?"

Song Ruosheng stopped looking at him, don't look away, she couldn't answer this question, the law does not stipulate that you need to be loyal after marriage.

"So," Ji Xunyang got up from the sofa and walked in front of her, "We should respect each other like guests, I don't care if you and Mr. Xu or Mr. Wang, where you went, what you did, you don't care about me." ”

He was very close, his lips were closed, and he exhaled a faint smell of tobacco, and Song Ruosheng felt for the first time that respecting each other was a derogatory term.

"Song Ruosheng!" His waist was suddenly clamped by his hand, the cheeks of the two people were close to each other, and Ji Xunyang said in a very deep voice in her ear: "There are some things that can't be forced." ”

Before she could think carefully, her lips were gagged, the strong smell of smoke penetrated the tip of her tongue and spread to her throat, and her lungs instinctively repulsed, and she pushed him away, turned and hunched her back and coughed violently and retched.

Such an action angered Ji Xunyang, and he picked up Song Ruosheng and carried him up to the second floor.

The newly installed door was slammed open, slammed against the wall, and bounced back into the frame of the door and locked.

Song Ruosheng was thrown heavily on the bed, and Ji Xunyang pounced on her with a fierce look on his face and began to vent his anger.

Lung cancer is the most taboo irritating gas, Song Ruosheng was afraid that he would expose his stuffing, and in front of him, he vomited a mouthful of blood, so he resisted more than usual.

But the more she resisted, the more strength the man on her body used to balance her.

After a few struggles, Song Ruosheng changed his strategy and took the initiative to kiss back, and he was more active, catering to his frequency, and even made a few coquettish sounds in his mouth.

Ji Xunyang paused at first and looked at Song Ruosheng deeply, but then there was a more presumptuous catharsis, and there was even a hint of pleasure in his expression.

At this time in the hospital, Su Man's eyes were open in the dark, and then in the bleak moonlight outside the window, her tearful eyes could be seen, and her hands clutched in the sheets.

After she pretended to be asleep, Ji Xunyang left the hospital, this was the first time, Ji Xunyang did not fulfill her wish.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, she was the only one left in the room.

Zhang's mother in the kitchen knocked on the door, and Song Ruosheng answered: "Come in!" Zhang's mother came in with a porcelain bowl.

This is a medicine specially prescribed by Song's mother to Chinese medicine to regulate her body, and she has been drinking it for more than a year.

The decoction is not as turbid as other Chinese medicines, and the taste is not heavy, so Song Ruosheng can drink it every day.

But today she was a little nauseous when she smelled this decoction, and she really didn't want to drink it: "Mother Zhang, I don't want to drink it today, you have arrived!"