Boss, Your Wife's Asking for A Divorce, Again!

As a female, Zhao Qiqing knows how vulnerable girls are when they are ill. Song Xi did all the things she did at the beginning.

In the end, she was still alone.

This is her most pitiful and helpless place. She can't leave anything alone in the end.

She may also feel the loneliness of her body?

Seeing that her grandmother had no more meaning to talk about, Zhao Qiqing kept silent, lowered her head and looked at her toes.

After a while, huainingzhi looked up at Zhao Qiqing and comforted: "it's all right, sister, don't take it too seriously. Everything will have the arrangement it should have got, not to mention her illness, which has nothing to do with you."

Zhao Qiqing thought and looked forward to Fu xishen.

Fu xishen frowned when he heard Song Xi's name, and his eyes were cold.

"This man deserves what he deserves. Those who can get away with it are not ordinary people. Did you tell your brother?"

Hearing the speech, Zhao Qiqing raised her eyes and looked at Fu Xi's dark and cold eyebrow peak, shaking her head.

"Should I tell my brother?" Zhao Qiqing glanced at Fu xishen and inquired.

Fu Xi frowned deeply. "Your brother is still ill."

Zhao Qiqing gave a faint 'Oh'.

"Forget it, let's talk to your brother. He wanted to catch this man for a long time. Song Xi united with Rong Yan and ran away by himself. He didn't run, but he's still here."

Thinking of Rong Yan's evil and Song Xi's evil, they are really the same.

It's just that Song Xi can escape, which makes people feel a little surprised.

"In order not to scare the snake, you can ask her out sometime and catch her when there are few people." Fu xishen calmly analyzed.

Zhao Qiqing frowned. She always felt something strange, but she couldn't say it again.

If so, she met song Xitang and Huang Zhi's aboveboard and aboveboard today. Song Xi didn't escape.

Normally speaking, Songxi should avoid seeing her, right?

How can you face yourself twice at a time?

Zhao Qiqing didn't think through the problem. She raised her eyes and said the questions in her heart.

"If she wants to run, I'm afraid she won't live like this in the hospital?"

Fu xishen heard the speech and took a deep look at Zhao Qiqing. He felt that what she said was also reasonable, and frowned fiercely.

"Do you know which ward She is in?" Fu xishen suddenly asked.

Zhao Qiqing subconsciously raised her eyes in surprise, looked at him and said strangely, "are you going to see her?"

Fu Xi took a deep look at her and nodded.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Qiqing told Fu xishen Song Xi's ward.

"Go, you both go and have a look." Grandma suddenly said.

She can't take care of this matter. Maybe if she meets, the knot in her heart will be untied.

Zhao Qiqing followed Fu xishen to the hematology department. Along the way, both of them seemed very silent and didn't speak.

Probably because of Song Xi's illness or what song Xi did in the past, all kinds of emotions are intertwined in the hearts of the two people,

Fu xishen took a deep look at Zhao Qiqing, reached out and gently touched her head, "it's okay, don't worry too much, everything has me."

"I'm fine." Zhao Qiqing glanced at Fu xishen and smiled gently.

When she came to the ward door that Song Xi said, Zhao Qiqing took a deep breath and said faintly to Fu xishen, "let's go."

Two people opened the door and went in. There were three hospital beds in it.

Song Xi lay in the innermost position near the window. When they went in, she was standing by the window alone.

The white light hit the ward, and Song Xi's back looked particularly lonely. Several people sat there talking and laughing, accompanied by their families.

She was alone. When several other people in the ward saw Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen, they raised their eyes, full of questions.

Zhao Qiqing walked in front and didn't speak at first.

Until she stood by the window, beside Songxi, several family members and patients behind her continued their noise.

The other two patients seem familiar, but Songxi is out of place.

Seeing Zhao Qiqing coming in, she was stunned for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Qiqing couldn't even say cruel words. She smiled and walked forward and asked, "how are you feeling today? Did you have dinner tonight?"

For her sudden concern, Song Xi was stunned and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiqing immediately decided, "you wait for me."

Passing by Fu xishen, he patted his arm, "ah Shen, I'll wait for you outside."

"OK." Fu xishen glanced at her and nodded faintly.

Later, Zhao Qiqing went out, leaving only Song Xi and Fu xishen in the ward.

Several people behind him looked at the handsome and tall man standing not far from Song Xi. There was no emotion between the two, but there was a bit more indescribable and unidentified coldness.

It seems that the two people are familiar.

When Songxi saw Fu xishen, a touch of fear flashed across her face, and then she recovered as usual.

She thought she was hiding well, but Fu xishen saw it.

He pursed his lips. "I heard you were ill?"

Song Xi never thought that Fu xishen's first words when he saw her again were not questioning and severity.

It seems that this is much better.

"Well, are you okay?" She nodded quietly. For a moment, the two were speechless and didn't know what to say to each other.

Or it can be said that she has no face to face Fu xishen.

After all, he was the one who hurt him.

Now she deserved what she deserved. Feng Shui took turns, and the bad news finally came to her head.

"Sit down." Songxi pointed to the chair not far away.

Compared with the two patients next to her, she looks empty and desolate, and there seems to be nothing and content.

Fu xishen was also welcome and sat down.

Suddenly, Songxi suddenly coughed violently. When she put her covered hand down, there were varying degrees of nosebleed on both sides of her nostrils.

Fu Xi frowned deeply. Song Xi was far more ill than they thought.

"When did you find it?" Asked Fu xishen.

Song Xi smiled bitterly, with a weak voice, "last week."

With that, she glanced at the people on her side and said to Fu xishen, "let's go out and talk."

Some words are inconvenient in the ward.

Fu xishen nodded and got up.

Two people stood on the roof, Song Xi leaned against the railing, and the breeze gently brushed her hair.

"Actually, I'm just waiting for you." She said frankly.

Fu xishen was not surprised at all. He nodded, "have you made a decision?"

Song Xi hesitated for a moment, smiled bitterly for a moment, and pursed her pale lips.

He handed her the only wet towel left in his pocket. "Wipe it."

There is still some redness around her nose.

Songxi nodded and wiped her eyes carelessly. The dazzling blood in front of her kept telling her.

You're just a dying man. Don't have any ideas.