Will Ji Xunyang answer her own phone? Probably not, she has never called her nominal husband.

"Madam, do you need me to help you inform the young master?" the butler walked around from the side of the car and bowed his head slightly.

Song Ruosheng's curled eyelashes blinked, took a deep breath, and said in a slight tone: "No need, let's go back first." ”

"Yes!" the butler nodded, opening the door for her.

Song Ruosheng got into the car with slender and straight legs, she is very beautiful, in the spring cold, she has already put on a skirt, with long legs, passers-by look sideways.

But in the future, she may not have the opportunity to bloom herself so beautifully.

Tears fell without warning, and the medical certificate in her hand was clutched into a ball.

Just half an hour ago, she was diagnosed with lung cancer, which is close to an advanced stage and has only a 10% chance of treatment.

As if guided by something, Song Ruosheng picked up the phone in his hand and dialed the most familiar number.

As always, there was only a cold busy sound.

The car stopped in front of a retro villa, Song Ruosheng entered the house weakly, and fell into the sofa. Ten minutes later, she tried to call again, but the system said it was busy, and she knew it was rejected.

It was as if time had gone backwards to winter, and the room suddenly became unusually cold.

Song Ruosheng got up from the sofa and walked straight like the kitchen. From the stove to the running table, she carefully wiped and washed until her body was covered with a light sweat, as if in this way, the surrounding cold could dispel some of it.

The phone lay quietly on the couch without any sound.

Realizing that she was still expecting him to call back, she pulled the corners of her mouth and hooked a wry smile, if she died in this villa today, would Ji Xunyang come back?

"What are you doing standing here?"

The sudden voice pulled Song Ruosheng back to reality, and as soon as she raised her head, she met the extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, but it was a pity that such beautiful eyes contained undisguised disgust.

That sentence was not a concern and greeting, but a dislike for her getting in the way.

"Xunyang, why are you back?" Song Ruosheng seemed to not see the disgust in his eyes, and his tone was surprised and happy.

The room was silent for three seconds, and her surprised voice was in stark contrast to Ji Xunyang's indifference.

The man did not answer her question, nor was he ready to answer, threw his coat out of a parabola, smashed it on her hand impartially, and went up the stairs.

The metal cuffs hurt a little when they smashed on his hands, but Song Ruosheng didn't care.

Watching Ji Xunyang's back disappear at the corner of the stairs, she picked up the coat in her hand and put it to her nose, took a deep breath, and it was full of Ji Xunyang's smell.

The man on the stairs stopped and took in her joyful look, and the disgust in his eyes was even greater.

Slender fingers on the red oak door, Song Ruosheng lowered his head and looked at the lily soup on the plate, the smile on his face was even stronger, this was boiled before going to the hospital, and now drink it, the time is just right.

There was no response or refusal to say that it was okay to enter, and she carefully carried the soup cup inside.

"Xunyang, I specially boiled the soup for you, clear the fire. ”

The man was silent, his eyes fixed on the tablet, and he had no intention of paying attention to her.

Song Ruosheng should have gotten used to this kind of indifference, but when she thought of being diagnosed with lung cancer, her nose suddenly became sore, and her hand holding the soup cup trembled slightly.