sick wife

Feng Xin herself is only in her early 20s, and she has always carried the burden of Shang Congshu on her body, how should she live in the future...

Is it true that all the good youth should be used to take care of a madman?

Not to mention how complicated the adult world is, when Feng Xin goes out to work, if all the colleagues in the work unit know that there is such a patient living in Feng Xin's home, who would dare to have close contact with Feng Xin?

It is estimated that the relationship between the circle of colleagues has not been established, and it has become a topic of discussion among a group of people after dinner.

Thinking of such a scene, Tong Huai's movements of tidying up his things were also very irritable, and there were bangs and bangs as he tidied up those painting tools and paints.

The sound of opening the door sounded from behind again. This time, Shang Congshu opened the gap as small as the width of a finger. She stared at Tong Huai quietly and said, "Don't drop my things."

Tong Huai subconsciously looked at the paint box in his hand, and wondered if it was bought by Feng Xin, and if it broke, it would be a waste of Feng Xin's money.

She let out a snort, and the tidying movements on her hands were much lighter.

Move everything in the house and get ready to get in the car together.

Before leaving, Fengxin explained to Shang Congshu that she would come over there to pick up the person after packing up, just a few words, repeated several times, and only after Shang Congshu nodded, Fengxin left.

Tong Huai was outside the door, feeling tired just listening to it. Children who are disobedient can still be educated. It is said that Shang Congshu has his own thoughts and can't listen to what others say. She will follow what is in her mind. Do what you plan to do.

How did Fengxin endure it...

Brother Tong's truck only has two seats, Tong Huai didn't want to be separated from Feng Xin, so he took a taxi with Feng Xin.

She gave Fengxin a business card and a document bag, "My friend opened a studio, there are many studios, some big internet celebrities, who play cospy, will come here often, the business is okay, you sign her as an intern." Bar."

In her last life, Feng Xin signed a contract with a well-known big company at home and abroad. Although the internship salary is low, it is definitely not as good as working in a studio at the beginning, but big companies have the opportunity to cooperate with celebrities. In the long run , Feng Xin doesn't plan to go to the studio.

She took the business card and was about to politely refuse it, but when she looked down, the familiar name on the business card made her freeze her eyes.

Fu Qinghe?Isn't this the boss of her company?How could such a famous company open these small studios?

Even after she has worked in the company for so many years, she only had Fu Qinghe's personal contact information when she was promoted to management.

How did Tong Huai know Fu Qinghe?She didn't remember that Tong Huai had mentioned this friend to her in her previous life.

Feng Xin looks at Tong Huai, sizing up, trying to see something on Tong Huai's face.

The face in front of me is gorgeous and not vulgar, with the majesty of a peony and the tenderness of a rose. No matter what the occasion, Tong Huai's appearance is always the most amazing.

She has never understood that Tong Huai's suitors include many well-behaved rich second-generation, noble sons in the Beijing circle, but Tong Huai always associates with bad men who set the same pattern in front of them and keep the same behind their backs, and reject good men thousands of miles away. outside.

For this reason, Tong Huai just said lightly to her: "The scumbag man has no sense of guilt."

Tong Huai likes to talk about a relationship that he is sure to break up from the very beginning. Although he still has charm in middle age, he is still unwilling to find someone he likes to settle down.

"Xiao Huai, how did you meet this friend?" Feng Xin stroked the mobile phone number on the business card with her thumb, "She looks like she doesn't know much about us..."

Hearing this, Tong Huai laughed so hard that his shoulders were trembling, "Hahaha why are you reacting like this? Are you afraid that I will be deceived? Oh, don't worry, I went to her studio to see, I have no idea How could I introduce it to you?"

"No, I didn't mean that..."

The car was parked in Fengxin's new rental community, Fengxin had no choice but to give up, and planned to ask when she had time.

The three of them worked for a long time before finishing it. Feng Xin handed the two siblings soft drinks and said, "I'll treat you to supper."

"Don't, don't, don't." Tong Huai raised his hands as a sign of surrender, and repeatedly refused, "Don't eat supper, go and pick up your girlfriend, you will have to coax after leaving for a while, if you leave for half the night Is it okay? Go, go, pick someone up."

Tong Huai sent Feng Xin to the intersection where it was convenient to take a taxi, and stayed with her all the time, waiting for Feng Xin to get in the car before leaving.

Looking sideways at the still motionless man, Tong Huai couldn't help urging, "Brother, let's go, you're still blowing your hair here."

Under the street lamp, the evening wind blew by, slightly blowing Tong Huai's hair.

Under the warm yellow light, the exposed ears could not cover the red and swollen earlobes due to the heavy load...

Brother Tong looked melancholy, "You really should take out the mirror and look at your face just now, and drink a few jars of jealousy."

Tong Huai refused to accept it, and bickered with his elder brother, "What about me? I'm not jealous, it's teasing! You don't have any sense of humor!"

"Tong Huai, I warn you, if you dare to have gay legs, I will break your legs. I said, do you girls play like this? Your eyes and tone just now are more sour than kumquats and lemons with eight-cent sugar." ..."

Tong Huai hurriedly interrupted, and was amused by himself as he talked, "Oh, go around me, bro, it's really not what you think, how can the two women get along? Anyway, I can't get along, it's impossible in this life If you like women, you'll be fine, don't talk nonsense in front of your parents when you get home!"

Tsk, she really wants to live with Feng Xin, if she can live together with Feng Xin forever, then she can decide whether to get married or not, talk about boyfriend or not, and whether she wants children or not.

But if you want to date like Fengxin and Shang Congshu, if you have Lily, you will have sex on the bed, then she can't...

Tong Huai's face was a little hot, and he took off the clip-on earrings that he had been wearing all night and put them in his bag.

Just the thought of homosexuals pleasing each other with parts that are the same as their own anatomy makes her feel pretty disgusted.

How could she be gay like this.

When Feng Xin tidied up the house, she deliberately ignored the box of medicine-shaped candies hidden under the side bed, she wanted to see if Shang Congshu would take this thing away.

When she got home, she found that the box of candy had disappeared.

Shang Congshu only has a mobile phone and a Snoopy doll.

"Is there anything else left?" This is the second time Feng Xin asked.

Shang Congshu shook his head, hugged the doll with one hand, and tightly held Feng Xin's hand with the other.

Feng Xin's heart sank, she didn't know where the candy box was put, she held Shang Congshu's hand and led him to the new house.

This community is still very empty, and there are not many neighbors around for the time being. Feng Xin's house has two bedrooms and one living room, and it is in the innermost corridor, which is not a very pleasant location.

In this way, the landlord will bring in new tenants one after another, and no one will move in next door so quickly.

Feng Xin was tired after running all day, she made the bed, and was going to take Shang Cong Shu to sleep after washing up, and squeezed the ointment in the bathroom, when the sound of throwing and smashing things suddenly came from the bedroom.

She went over and saw building blocks scattered all over the floor, Shang Congshu was still throwing these building blocks.

"What's the matter? Did these building blocks provoke you?" Feng Xin hugged Shang Congshu from behind, trying to calm the grumpy little woman.

Shang Congshu overturned the box and kicked the building blocks far away. She said, "One piece is missing."

Feng Xin is very good at counting, she quickly counted with the naked eye, and counted three times, "No, isn't it just right?"

Shang Congshu still insisted: "It's just one piece missing!"

"Okay, okay, then I bought you a new one." Feng Xin rubbed Shang Congshu's hand and put it on her cheek, "Can I buy it now? Buy the exact same, brand new one."

Shang Congshu stared at Fengxin coldly, with an indifferent expression, and withdrew his hand, unwilling to follow Fengxin's touch, walked to the bed with stiff limbs and sat by the window, staring at the night outside in a daze.

The same numb eyes, the same movements...

For a moment, Feng Xin seemed to have returned to her previous life, even though she was within reach, Shang Congshu would rather look at the snowy scenery outside from morning to night than look at her.

She was stunned for a few seconds, her breathing became heavy involuntarily, and the warmth that had just overflowed faded from her face.

Feng Xin went over and was about to pull him into his arms, but Shang Congshu was like a drowning bird, thumping desperately. With this appearance of resistance, a ball of flames ignited in Feng Xin's heart and gradually lost control.

She grabbed the thin snowy shoulders and forcibly pulled him into her arms, "Congshu, what's wrong with you? Why are you so indifferent to me all of a sudden..."

Feng Xin lowered her head and wanted to kiss Shang Congshu's cheek, but Shang Congshu counterattacked and scratched Feng Xin's neck a few times with his fingertips.

"Hiss!" Feng Xin was in pain, and subconsciously let go of Shang Congshu's arm, a burning pain in his neck.

Shang Congshu turned his head away, not to look at Fengxin, his voice was gentle and soft, "I'll call out the original manuscript, you can take the evidence to negotiate with Luo Ying, ask her for a sum of compensation, you must first contact the lawyer to prepare, don't be caught She countered with blackmail."

She stretched out her hand to skillfully graffiti on the glass window, entertaining herself as she had for so many years, and then said: "When I get the money, I will go to the psychiatrist and take medicine."

Feng Xin watched Shang Congshu take out a pen and paper, and wrote down the next thing to do in the notebook, for fear that he would forget that.

Shang Congshu handed the notebook over to Feng Xin and said: "Tomorrow morning, if I get sick again, you can take out the notebook."

Feng Xin looked down at the notebook, which was full of things that Shang Congshu told himself was a patient, and also bluntly marked many strange thoughts as hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

She covered the neck that was just scratched by Shang Congshu with one hand, only to feel that the densely packed writing on it burned her eyes, and she asked: "Don't you write that I am your girlfriend? What if you fantasize about me again?" What about being a different identity?"

Shang Congshu turned a deaf ear, leaned back to the window and continued to be in a daze.

In the past few years, his mind is full of images of asking Feng Xin over and over again if he still loves her, but can't get the answer again and again.

When she was hysterical, crying until she retched, and only wanted Feng Xin to nod her head to be satisfied, Feng Xin was indifferent to her.

It's really interesting, but I don't love her, and I don't want to leave her. It's really tiring to be tied up like this.

"Talk!" Feng Xin hated Shang Congshu's appearance the most. She took Shang Congshu's shoulders and clasped her jaw, "Aren't you awake? You obviously heard me looking for you and knew what I was telling you, so why didn't you pay any attention to me?" I?"

"Speak...speak!"

"Shang Congshu!"

The tip of Fengxin's nose was sore, and suddenly her eyes felt hot, she let go of Shang Congshu abruptly, and hurriedly covered her eyes with her palms, even so, she still couldn't stop the surging tears.

Her eyes were full of tears, and she had never been so wronged before.

Picking up a pen, he wrote in Shang Congshu's notebook: [To love Axin, to love Axin forever...]