sick wife

As promised, Feng Xin gave Shang Congshu the new Snoopy in his hand, and also bought several boxes of Christmas marshmallows, beautifully packaged apples, and a three-dimensional Christmas tree greeting card.

I saw umbrellas for sale in the store and bought another one.

When her house was first renovated, Cong Shu didn't participate, and it was basically based on her aesthetics.

It was originally a very warm and rural style, because they are in a special situation, there are few decorations and furniture at home, and the style is very cold.

Feng Xin suddenly wanted to decorate the house well, she held an umbrella in one hand, and put Shang Congshu's hand in her pocket with the other, "Do you want to decorate the small train tracks?"

Shang Congshu likes to play with building blocks, building castles and trees, and he also pays attention to toys. Install a toy car track at home, and buy a remote-controlled train. It should be able to play for a long time.

Then buy two pots of suitable tree species indoors, keep jellyfish in tanks, little turtles...

Feng Xin had a lot of plans in mind, in every corner, every balcony of the room, the woman next to her was only playing with the doll she was holding on her chest, and didn't answer what Feng Xin had just discussed.

Feng Xin seemed to be used to it, and sighed softly.

Back home, Feng Xin took a basin of hot water, and when she came out, Shang Congshu hugged the newly bought Snoopy and put it on the pillow, and covered it with a small blanket, talking to the doll for some reason .

She went over and soaked the towel in water, "I'll wipe it for you, and I'll make food later."

There is heating in the room, so you don’t have to be afraid of being cold. Feng Xin took off Shang Congshu’s clothes one by one, and wiped them with a half-wet towel. This body is soft and smooth, fair and soft, not at all like 40 years old age.

Fengxin feels a little bit unavailable, she has neglected herself in the past few years, and basically didn't spend much time on maintenance. In this comparison, she and Congshu don't look like a couple at all.

After wiping her face and feet, Feng Xin applied body lotion to Cong Shu as usual, and she said, "Can you lend me some later? I want to do it too."

Shang Cong's stiff limbs suddenly reacted, pushed Feng Xin's hand away, a little unhappy, walked to the dressing table naked, took out the skin care products and cosmetics inside, and threw them all in front of Feng Xin's eyes.

There are many expensive and big-name creams in it. If there is no carpet, it will definitely be broken.

Feng Xin circled Shang Congshu's wrist, and pulled him closer, "I bought these, can't I use it for a while? You will be so angry that you will return it to me after a while?"

Shang Congshu kicked the closest thing, which was a jar of essence, and she kicked it and rolled it under the bed.

Feng Xin was stunned, and before he said anything, Shang Congshu walked out of the room, and she followed behind with her pajamas, "Where are you going? Get dressed."

Fortunately, when she came back, Feng Xin habitually drew the curtains so that Shang Congshu would not be exposed.

Shang Congshu came to the piano room and skillfully played the tune on the keys. It was Yukiko Isomura's work "The Street of the Wind". The sound of the piano was as sad as the tune.

Feng Xin chased after him, and imprisoned Shang Congshu in his arms from behind, helplessly, "Great artists also need to wear clothes..."

Putting the padded coat on Shang Congshu's shoulders, Feng Xin put his hands into the long sleeves, took Shang Congshu's hands out, and couldn't help but murmur, "I told you many times, you can't be naked." Walking around, I can still put on clothes for you now, what if I'm not around in the future, do you want to run naked on the street?"

Once a person gets older, there will be more and more physical problems. If one day she accidentally has some disease and cannot walk anymore, who will dress Cong Shu.

Feng Xin has a physical examination every six months, for fear that she will leave sooner than Cong Shu, she doesn't want to live longer, but she can't let go of Cong Shu, a few days later than Cong Shu is fine.

She bent down and fastened the buttons one by one. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the small cherry fruit standing tremblingly due to the stimulation of the cold air.

Feng Xin asked, "Do you still wear underwear?"

Even if she doesn't wear it, it's enough to wear a cotton padded jacket at home. She doesn't know if it will make Shang Cong feel comfortable.

Shang Congshu shook his head.

Feng Xin's eyes darkened slightly, she continued to button up the buttons, and put on the cotton trousers for Shang Congshu.

She wrapped the man in her arms, put her arms around Shang Congshu's waist, and slowly induced, "I'm going to cook some wontons. I want to put eggs in. Do you want boiled or fried?"

Shang Congshu didn't pay attention to Feng Xin again, he tried to open Feng Xin's fingers one by one, but Feng Xin refused to let go, and hugged him even tighter.

The woman in her arms became more and more irritable, stomping around in a hurry, she was about to scratch Feng Xin's face with her hands, Feng Xin took the opportunity to hold her hands in his, and pulled her closer.

Shang Congshu struggled hard, his elbow hit Feng Xin's ribs, causing Feng Xin to let out a muffled snort of pain.

"I won't hug you if you talk to me." She rubbed her chin on Shang Congshu's face, Ruo Ruowu pressed her lips together, "If you don't like it, refuse."

Shang Cong opened his mouth and bit Feng Xin on the face.

"hiss……"

Hearing Fengxin's gasp, she seemed to realize that it was wrong to do so, she let go of her mouth in a daze, her eyes were dull, but a little frightened, like a naughty child who knew it was wrong and was afraid of being taught by an adult, but still refused to admit his mistake .

Feng Xin was not angry, and smiled lowly, "I told you to talk, but not to bite me, are you a rabbit?"

She made a gesture to bite Shang Congshu back, but the man in her arms closed her eyes in fright, and pushed her straight.

Feng Xin didn't use any strength, but sucked the cheek meat heavily, the tip of the teeth controlled the force and grinded lightly, and there was a moderate chirping sound from her lips, until the half of her face was flushed by her sucking, she didn't care. Let go.

Shang Congshu slipped back into the room, found a sweater in the closet, and wanted to put it on Snoopy, acting as if nothing happened just now.

Feng Xin went to the kitchen to cook shrimp wontons and ordered two fried eggs.

Thinking that feeding Cong Shu would be another big project, Feng Xin supported his back with his hands, a little tired after a whole day, and stared at the bare branches outside the window in a trance.

She thought of that long, long dream. On Christmas Eve, she wet the pillow with Soda and suffocated her to death. Today is the 22nd, and Christmas Eve is two days away.

I don't know why, but Feng Xin is not afraid at all. In the dream, Cong Shu would call her sister, draw her facial features with fingertips, and ask that question, which she hasn't answered properly for a long time...

Thinking about it this way, Feng Xin felt a little hopeful.