"Why?" she seemed to mumble to herself, and asked again.

With another sneer, Ji Xunyang snuffed out the cigarette butt: "Why, don't you know?"

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone broke the deadlock in the atmosphere, and through the blurred eyes of tears, Song Ruosheng could barely see that the caller was his mother.

She took a deep breath, barely held back her tears, and adjusted her breathing before picking up the phone.

"Sheng'er, come to the house for dinner at noon today, my mother made your favorite shrimp slice soup, bring Xunyang with you. ”

The volume of the mobile phone was a little loud, and Ji Xunyang could clearly hear the content of the conversation, but he didn't say anything, and silently lit a cigarette.

"Mom. He has something to do, I'll come by myself later!" Song Ruosheng forced his eyes and held back his tears.

"Isn't it a weekend today, you ask Xunyang first, and come over together if you're fine." ”

She was about to find an excuse to excuse herself, but her hand suddenly lightened, and when she opened her eyes, the mobile phone was already in Ji Xunyang's hand.

"I'll go over at noon, you can prepare a pair of chopsticks for me!"

Mother Song laughed when she heard this: "I'll just say, how can there be no time on the weekend? Then you come early at noon!"

Ji Xunyang is like a Sichuan opera face-changing actor, just like an iceberg's face, and at this moment he politely and gently replied to the phone.

At the end of the call, he threw his mobile phone into Song Ruosheng's bag and looked at his watch: "Let's go, it's about the same time now." ”

Song Ruosheng didn't look at him, lowered his head and said, "No need, I'll go by myself, I feel disgusting when I see you now!"

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Ji Xunyang blocked her way: "You are not qualified to say no in front of me now!"

He forcibly clasped her index finger and led her out with the same tenderness in his eyes as he had when he came in.

Song Ruosheng suddenly felt very ridiculous, when Ji Xunyang pretended to be tender in front of people in the past, she would even feel happy, at least he was gentle at that moment.

They walked out of the company under the envious gaze of others and drove away at a gallop.

After getting married, Song Ruosheng rarely went home, firstly, because his mind revolved around Ji Xunyang, and secondly, he was afraid of being exposed in front of his parents.

The servants happily came out to greet them, and Song Yun stood at the door, with a kind smile on his face, waiting for them.

"Dad!" Song Ruosheng shouted, and Father Song nodded with a smile and said, "Your mother is in the kitchen!"

She walked straight to the kitchen, and Ji Xunyang bowed slightly to greet her.

He has never called his parents, when he first got married, his parents were also dissatisfied with this problem, and Mr. Ji stood up to explain for him: "He lost his mother since he was a child, and his father doesn't care, he was brought up by the old man, and he just learned to speak and call his grandfather, and he doesn't have the concept of parents. ”

Song Ruosheng's parents are gentle, and after listening to this explanation, not only did they not mind, but they felt even more sorry for Ji Xunyang.

It's a pity that the fact should be that Ji Xunyang has never recognized this marriage, he doesn't treat her wife, and naturally he doesn't treat her parents as relatives.

Song Ruosheng looked at the way he bowed and greeted him, took a deep breath, and entered the kitchen with a smile, in front of her parents, she couldn't show her emotions.

In the kitchen of more than 30 square meters of the Song family, Song's mother and several kitchen aunts are busy, and more than a dozen dishes have been placed on the operating table in the middle, and the pot is still steaming.