sick wife

When Shang Congshu was healthy, Fengxin was good wherever he went. In front of his parents and siblings, he always said nice things about Fengxin.

Even when her parents gently persuaded her to have a better choice, her answer was, "Fengxin is the best choice"

Shang Congshu was so firm all of a sudden, Feng Xin dared not let her down in two lifetimes.

"Shoot with me, huh?"

Feng Xin mentioned it again, she was able to hug Shang Congshu tightly with one hand, and she could feel the slightly thin waist through the material of the clothes.

In the past, when Shang Congshu sat down, there would still be a little soft flesh on his waist, but now he has lost all his weight.

She was puzzled, Shang Congshu had been under her nose during this time, and she ate every meal with her, and the routine and diet were not much different from before, why did she lose weight in a short period of time...

No, Shang Congshu's illness has poor sleep quality, and it is difficult to fall asleep normally. It should be impossible to sleep at the same time as her every night.

"Do you like this?" Shang Congshu adjusted a filter more suitable for summer, and asked Fengxin with the camera.

Feng Xin looked at Shang Congshu's face as if nothing had happened, and nodded: "Congshu, can you help me change into something that matches your current clothes?"

Shang Congshu moved quickly, got out of bed and went to the closet to find a dress that was also made of pearlescent material, and sat with his legs curled up beside Feng Xin, dressing Feng Xin.

Feng Xin thought of how he took care of Shang Congshu for 20 years, and suddenly being taken care of by Shang Congshu like this, he felt a very special sense of satisfaction.

While Shang Congshu bowed his head, she straightened the lace side of her skirt, and played with the hair that she had just braided with her hands.

His eyes fell on it, very soft and gentle.

"What do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you after the photo is taken." She stroked Shang Congshu's fluffy hair on his forehead, carefully paying attention to the reaction of those peach blossom eyes.

Shang Congshu seemed to be thinking about it seriously, and he paused for a few seconds before saying: "Fried pork with beans, steamed eggs, ribs soup."

Feng Xin readily agreed, these home-cooked dishes are not difficult to make, but her cooking skills are just so-so, "Cong Shu, I cook for you, and you don't even praise me."

Although she has a teasing smile on her face, there is always a hint of sadness at the end of her eyes and brows, she is eager to get a response from Shang Congshu, carrying the endless sadness of being ignored in her previous life, this extreme desire is even close to humble prayer .

Shang Congshu's reaction was slower than ordinary people, he kissed Fengxin clumsily, half of Fengxin's cheek was wet, and his voice was indistinct, "Ah Xin is the best..."

Feng Xin didn't make things difficult for Shang Congshu, she held Shang Congshu's hand and kissed it on the back.

She placed an order online to buy ingredients and ran errands in an hour.

She took several photos with Shang Congshu, and Fengxin posted a few on Weibo and WeChat. She knows that some of Shang Congshu's fans have never been optimistic about their relationship, so the basic interval time will be synchronized on Weibo. The sweet daily life with Shang Congshu.

She didn't show her affection to challenge this group of strangers, she wanted to let everyone who followed Shang Congshu know that Shang Congshu's famous flower has an owner, don't covet it, don't bother.

Even though everyone knows that Shang Congshu is ill now, it does not reduce Fengxin's possessiveness towards Shang Congshu at all.

One moment.

Feng Xin picked up the ingredients and went to the kitchen, washed the portions for today, and put the rest of the dishes into the refrigerator. Just as he opened the door of the refrigerator, there was a dreamy Taj Mahal inside.

It seems that it has been frozen for a while, and the building blocks on it are covered with a layer of white frost.

Feng Xin couldn't figure out Shang Congshu's special hobby, why would he always like to put this thing in the refrigerator to freeze?This is not the first time Shang Congshu has done this...

She didn't move the "Taj Mahal", worrying that Shang Congshu would be irritable if he couldn't find it.

After eating, Feng Xin didn't go to bed at the same time as before that night.

They didn't have the habit of staying up late. In the past, she slept with Shang Congshu when there was nothing to do. Tonight, she specially took a few orders and basically spent most of the time in the living room editing pictures.

Shang Congshu was playing with the Lego tree house in his room, and Fengxin found out that she didn't sleep, and Shang Congshu didn't sleep either, and he didn't feel sleepy until early in the morning.

Seeing her put down the computer and go back to the room, Shang Congshu seemed to know that he was going to sleep, so he put the Lego in his hand back to the designated place, climbed into bed and got under the covers.

Feng Xin turned off the main light, leaving only a small light bulb.

The tip of the nose rubbed the delicate skin intimately, and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Shang Congshu nodded, didn't say much, just rubbed his eyes, as if he was really going to sleep.

into the night.

Feng Xin didn't really fall asleep after lying down, she tried to hold on to the drowsiness, and would pinch herself secretly under the quilt every time drowsiness struck.

As the night got deeper and deeper, Fengxin finally heard the movement from the woman beside her, accompanied by the sound of Shang Congshu tiptoely lifting the quilt out of bed, with her eyes closed she could clearly hear that Shang Congshu was not wearing any shoes, Walk barefoot on the ground.

Fengxin's hearing is no different from that of ordinary people. If the floor is not covered with blankets, there will be a slight rustling sound the second she steps on it. Otherwise, she would not be able to hear the tiles with bare feet.

And Shang Congshu's series of deliberate actions are nothing more than not wanting Fengxin to know.

After a while, Feng Xin quietly opened her eyes, and she gently left the room, it was pitch black outside, she didn't know where Shang Congshu went.

Listening carefully, one can vaguely hear some kind of vomiting sound, the volume is very subtle, Feng Xin moves slowly in the night along the source of the sound, and finally sees a familiar slender figure on the balcony.

That shadow squatted by the flower pot, opened its mouth wide, stretched its fingers in and kept scratching its throat...

Feng Xin instantly felt her stomach churning, burning and tingling, as if she was the one who had her throat forcefully picked.

She was dizzy with anger, and scolded by name and surname, "Shang Congshu!"

After such a long time, I have already digested what I ate for dinner, so I can't spit it out. Doing so will only seriously hurt my stomach.

Feng Xin hurried to the balcony, wanting to drag him up suddenly, the scolding just now scared Shang Congshu very much, when he saw Feng Xin approaching, he suddenly let out a panic scream, skipped Feng Xin and ran away.

"you……"

With a muffled "dong", Shang Congshu ran so eagerly that he bumped into the coffee table and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately, all the nerves in Feng Xin's body were tightly grasped, all anger was gone, and he turned on the living room light in a hurry.

Shang Congshu curled up on the ground, not daring to make a sound, covering his mouth and nose with his hands and trembling, his mouth was covered with blood.

Feng Xin put her knees on the ground, not daring to touch Shang Congshu, her heart ached so badly that her eyes became moist, "Let me see, where is it? Congshu, Congshu, where does it hurt... eh? Let me see... ..."