sick wife

"It's written on it, read it to me." Feng Xin put the thin paper full of black characters on Shang Congshu's hand.

The ink is still fresh, and it can be seen that it was written not long ago.

Shang Congshu took a closer look, and most of the content contained self-reported illness process and symptoms, as well as reminders to record what to do next.

The bottom line is Fengxin's handwriting, which is easy to read, and it says: [To love Axin, to love Axin forever...]

She was lying on the sofa with Feng Xin's legs under her pillow, and held up the letter paper to the ceiling chandelier, looking left and right, "Did I write this? Why did Ah Xin add this sentence?"

How can Feng Xin make up for the matter of loving Feng Xin?

Feng Xin was suddenly asked, she could clearly see Shang Congshu's elegant and gentle eyes with her downcast eyes, like a field full of flowers, as beautiful as an oil painting.

He is more obedient than a rabbit, and there is no trace of hysterical irritability on his body.

She asked, "Do you remember what I said about past and present lives?"

Shang Congshu didn't think about that at first, but now that Feng Xin mentioned it, she immediately remembered what Feng Xin said in the kitchen that day.

Different from the last reaction, Shang Congshu didn't cry, she put her arms around Fengxin's neck, changed from lying down to sitting up, and asked curiously, "Then do you like me when I was 40, or now?"

Feng Xin doesn't like this comparison, and it's a topic that tends to make Shang Congshu feel bad, "I like them all."

Shang Congshu snorted, obviously not believing, "Don't you like young people?"

She pressed her lips to Feng Xin's face, kissed softly, and said in a muffled voice, "Isn't this body better than middle-aged experience?"

Feng Xin didn't know what kind of answer Shang Congshu wanted to hear, was she really jealous with her former self, or was... testing her on purpose?

She looked at Shang Congshu, raised her hand to caress the smooth skin, and could vaguely feel the familiarity of frost and snow.

A mirror appeared in front of Feng Xin, and he could see the crow's feet around his eyes, the white hair around his ears, and the dark brown spots on his face...

With her 40-year-old face and such loose skin, Shang Congshu could sleep with her on the same pillow, longing for her love...but he didn't dislike her gradually ugly appearance.

Feng Xin said: "When you were young, I liked you young, and when you were old, I liked your old appearance."

No matter what age it is, as long as it is Shang Congshu.

For some reason, Shang Congshu, who was usually coaxed by a couple of words of love, is now also a passionate promise, but she doesn't believe it anyway, as if she knows in her heart that they get along in middle age and don't love each other.

"I'm not poor with you." Shang Congshu left this sentence, ran away from Fengxin, plunged into the bedroom, and turned on the computer to play.

Shang Congshu naturally skipped Feng Xin's request to read the contents of the letter.

She took a deep look at Shang Congshu's figure, wondering if Shang Congshu remembered something from the past, but she was afraid that Shang Congshu would resist, so she didn't speak again.

The night passed.

Feng Xin had to work and got up very early, Shang Congshu was still asleep, she got out of bed softly to wash and change her clothes.

Before going out, she put one hand on Shang Congshu's pillow and said softly, "Congshu, I'll be back at night."

Feng Xin didn't intend to wake Shang Congshu up on purpose, she is not sure now, she doesn't know if Shang Congshu will be the same as in the previous life when he just fell ill, with serious delusions of being victimized, and he sent her long-winded "victim" messages on WeChat .

The most important thing is that if you go out quietly like this, Shang Congshu can't find anyone when he wakes up, and he may enter another "strange environment", which is emotionally stimulating.

She wanted to make sure that Shang Congshu knew that she had gone to work, not disappeared.

"Hmm... um..." Shang Congshu hugged Snoopy and turned over, responding to Feng Xin in a sleepy state, the quilt slipped down to the waist.

The shallow waist was nestled on Feng Xin's arms last night, and he hugged Feng Xin for a long time, he still had a little conscience, and would ask Feng Xin if his hands were numb after a while?Instead, let Fengxin lie on his hands, just to hug her, and not let Bao Neng blink and think about her grievances with the doll.

Feng Xin pulled up the quilt, and while catching the direction of the subway, she edited a text message to Wen Yu: [Aunt Wen, I haven't had time to store new ingredients in the refrigerator. Come over today and make some food for Cong Shu, and I will take care of it tomorrow. 】

It's just a matter of a day or two, Wen Yu would not refuse even if he thought about it.

Feng Xin passed by in a hurry, a woman wearing a light gray hooded plush trench coat...

The woman had a pair of rose-gold glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her hair was thick, scattered like seaweed on her shoulders. She looked down at her mobile phone from time to time, and looked up for street signs.

Guan Beibei just came back from abroad yesterday, so she didn't have time to adjust her schedule.

The netizens who had been in contact with her intermittently, suddenly lost contact a while ago, and I don't know if they have been restricted in their freedom of life.

The only clue left is the address sent by the other party before losing contact.

Guan Beibei decided to come and take a look...

She followed the route on the mobile phone map and finally found the address of the caller.

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, a well-dressed woman came from the elevator, carrying a bowl of beef ball noodles in her hand.

"Miss, did you go to the wrong place?" Wen Yu sized her up and confirmed that this woman who seemed to have an elite temperament should be an office worker at 26 or [-], and she didn't seem to have an intersection with Shang Cong Shu Fengxin.

Guan Beibei thought that the netizen asked her for help in the first place, and even sent her ID card, and blurted out the name on the ID card, "Hello, is Miss Shang a resident here?"

Wen Yu looked at this person a little familiarly, and then looked at him more carefully, "...are you?"

Guan Beibei briefly introduced herself, "I am the lawyer entrusted by Ms. Shang."

The packaged noodle soup suddenly fell to the ground, Wen Yu was shocked, his face turned blue with fright, and he hurriedly walked towards the elevator without turning his head.

Wen Yu suddenly remembered that this woman seemed to be the lawyer responsible for explaining the case on the legal channel of the TV station, and she had a lot of background...

She didn't dare to continue thinking, her chest was flustered and her breath was tight, and even the hand that pressed the elevator button was trembling.

Guan Beibei saw the scene of the woman running away, her eyes were as deep as a pool.

After a while, she picked up the noodle soup that fell on the ground as if nothing had happened. The bag was tied with a knot, and the food inside did not spill out.

She raised her hand to ring the doorbell...