sick wife

Feng Xin held Shang Congshu tightly, not knowing how to comfort him.

During this period, Professor Shang probably saw a lot of pictures in the hospital, and there were even patients who hadn't recovered for decades.

I can't accept Shang Congshu's current appearance.

"I will be with you." Feng Xin was silent for a few seconds, and thousands of words were simply merged into this love sentence.

Shang Congshu still looked gloomy. She had been walking for a day, and now her feet were tired, so she stood where she was and refused to continue walking.

That temperament is also quite weird, and he is so tired that he is unwilling to move more.

She opened her arms and said to Feng Xin: "You carry me back, I can't walk anymore, I can't walk at all."

Hearing the exaggerated words, Feng Xin felt very cute, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she led Shang Congshu to the nearest step.

Ask Shang Congshu to stand up two steps, "I'll carry you to the intersection, and then we'll take a taxi home."

Shang Congshu shook his head, "No, you carry me to the bus stop, and the two of us squeeze the bus back."

Feng Xin's eyes froze slightly, for a moment, he thought it was the former Shang Congshu who had returned.

In a short story written by Shang Congshu, it was expressed in a story that one party picks up another party to go home, and taking the subway or bus is the best embodiment of daily necessities.

She didn't know how much Shang Congshu's memory was now, and she didn't speak rashly.

Feng Xin's back was facing Shang Congshu, just as he carried him up, Shang Congshu restlessly blew into her ear.

She didn't stop Shang Congshu's actions, besides itchy ears, even her heart was itchy, she secretly pinched Shang Congshu's thigh to signal Shang Congshu not to be too arrogant.

Shang Congshu leaned against Fengxin's ear, and sure enough she was no longer mischievous. She took a shallow breath, and suddenly said, "Although Ah Xin will accompany me, I will still be a little sad if I don't see my father."

That was her father, whom she had loved and respected since childhood.

Hearing this, Feng Xin's heartbeat paused slightly, followed by a silence of more than ten seconds. In the last life when Shang Congshu's illness was at its worst, it was also accompanied by emotional indifference, and he didn't respond to the surrounding things at all.

Now Shang Congshu's symptoms are much milder than before, and his emotions are more painful, and he clearly feels hurt every moment.

Fengxin carried Shang Congshu on his back to the bus stop, and was about to put him down, Shang Congshu murmured in shock, "No! My feet are about to hit the ground, Axin carry me!"

As if there were some ferocious beasts on the ground, Shang Congshu hugged Fengxin's neck tightly and cried anxiously.

Feng Xin really didn't move anymore, she thought to herself, fortunately this body is still young, otherwise she would go out to work for a day, find someone after work for a night, and have to carry it back, the 40-year-old waist and spine would not be able to withstand such a toss.

back home.

It was only then that Feng Xin remembered to send Wen Yu a text message to report her safety. She had to go back to the studio tomorrow, so she had to ask Wen Yu to go to the hospital first and ask about the specific situation of Shang Congshu's treatment at home.

Feng Xin suddenly ran into trouble, if Shang Congshu stays at home, who will take care of him tomorrow?She had just started working, and she asked for leave the next day, which did not give a good impression to the studio.

It's not that she thinks that work is more important than Shang Congshu, she has to consider the future, Fu Qinghe is doing marketing for her, if she leaves something for her colleagues to find fault with, wouldn't she be slapping Fu Qinghe in the face... …

Feng Xin couldn't think of a clue, so she had to put the problem aside.

She just put Shang Congshu down, within a few seconds, Shang Congshu wrapped around her chest, jumped directly onto her waist, hanging like a koala, with legs coiled tightly, far away from the ground.

Fengxin supported Shang Congshu's buttocks, walked towards the bathroom, and put warm water on it, "You don't want to leave at home? Don't you take a bath?"

Shang Congshu looked at Feng Xin's weary expression and was a bit disappointed. She wanted Feng Xin to pick her up, but Feng Xin was so tired, she couldn't keep doing this.

"Ah Xin, you put me on the railing, and I'll sit on it and wash."

It just so happens that the handrail is wrapped with non-slip rubber pads, so even if it gets wet, you don't have to worry about falling off.

Feng Xin said, "Look at you, you are so weird, and you always drive me away, who is used to you taking a bath like this?"

On the one hand, he hugged the person up.

Although Shang Congshu is slender and delicate, he is still an adult, Fengxin is also a girl, and she doesn't have much strength, just a few seconds of movement made her arms red.

Shang Cong puffed up her cheeks, and suddenly became competitive. She didn't beat around the bush, and said bluntly: "When you like it, of course you say I'm weird. If you don't like it, then you think I'm sick."

She wants to get rid of Fengxin who doesn't like her, and then let the former Fengxin come back.

The speaker had no intention, Feng Xin listened, her breathing stopped for a moment, she was caught off guard like being pricked by the tip of a needle.

It turned out that Shang Congshu could always feel her likes and dislikes?Looking at her indifferent and numb face, seeing her indifference to the crying, her disdainful face, and her deliberate non-coaxing attitude, all were contained in Shang Congshu's heart.

Feng Xin lowered her eyelashes, warm water droplets splashed on her body, and the steam rising from the bathroom blurred her expression.

"Da" Shang Congshu patted the stream of water falling from his unkempt hair, Feng Xin thought Shang Congshu was playing, so he didn't say anything, and turned around to lather up the shower gel.

Shang Congshu's pupils trembled, and the wet clothes that had been taken off were put back on his body again, "I want to wash myself."

Feng Xin heard the dullness in the words, touched Shang Congshu's face with the back of his hands covered in foam, and smiled lowly: "Why are you suddenly angry?"

Thinking back carefully, she thought it was Shang Congshu who just played with water and she ignored it, which made Shang Congshu lose his temper.

Feng Xin took her puffy hair in her hands again, and wanted to play with Shang Congshu, but was pushed away by Shang Congshu.

"What do you think of me?" Shang Congshu asked abruptly, obviously really pissed off, with cold anger on his face.

With Feng Xin's innocent face, she looked at the delicate and agile woman in front of her. Her whole body was wet, and even her clothes became transparent. Her beautiful curves were clearly outlined, and her chest fluctuated.

She suddenly remembered that last time Shang Congshu lost his temper like this, it was because she didn't give a satisfactory response, which made Shang Congshu misunderstand that she was dead in bed.

Are you angry about this now?

……

Is she a physical impulsive point to show?