sick wife

The knitted sweater on Feng Xin's chest was wet with tears, the crying sound was completely different from the willful and noisy ones in the past, it had been suppressed for many years, as if she hadn't cried so happily for a long time.

She is indifferent, she is indifferent, so that Shang Congshu, who is approaching middle age, can't even cry. He spends all day graffiti on the window, dazed, and tortures her with her in the same way.

"I'm sorry..." Feng Xin whispered, expressing this apology for being long overdue.

She hugged the woman in her arms and was speechless for a long time.

Fengxin's grievance is no less than that of Shang Congshu. For many years in the past, she just wanted a simple hug, but Shang Congshu couldn't give it to her.

She had spent a lot of effort to guide Shang Congshu to speak and express to her, but unfortunately it only had an effect in the early stage, and it didn't last long before it became uncontrollable.

Walking on the way home, you don't need to guess what the inside of the house looks like. There are always six sodas in the refrigerator. She said "I'm back" ten thousand times without waiting for a response.

Even so, longing for her to come home?

Shang Congshu will be mentally disturbed and indifferent when he gets sick. Maybe he doesn't even know why he suddenly doesn't want to talk to Fengxin. He clearly hears Fengxin's voice and feels Fengxin is talking, but he is immersed in his own world and makes Fengxin Push far away.

And Fengxin can't care about anything other than whether Shang Congshu loves her or not.

She kissed Shang Congshu's crying face, feeling distressed, "Stop crying."

No matter how Feng Xin comforted him, Shang Congshu could not be calmed down.

Feng Xin coaxed slowly: "I promise you, I will go home every day from now on, report to you for a short time on a business trip, and take you with me for a long time. Don't cry, huh? Do you want to cry like a little dumb?"

She once read a sentence in a book, "A qualified lover will not make his wife cry"

How could she always make Shang Congshu cry.

Shang Congshu knew that Feng Xin's promise might not be fulfilled forever, so he was coaxed into it.

Even if she repeats the same mistakes, and does it again for the third and fourth time, she will still be like this, and believe Feng Xin's love words again.

Shang Congshu turned his face to avoid Feng Xin's kiss, sobbing: "Don't talk about me, I won't cry."

Feng Xin sighed, although he was helpless, he had no choice but to agree: "Okay, you have to be careful, don't hurt yourself."

If cooking can make Shang Congshu less anxious about being abandoned by her, she seems to have no other choice but to compromise.

Shang Congshu felt better now, thinking of what Feng Xin said just now, he would take her with him on business trips, eyes twinkling, just sitting like this, not wanting to get off Feng Xin's lap.

Because of her in the last life, Feng Xin didn't dare to go too far, and I don't know how much development was restricted.

"Ah Xin, I keep dragging you down." Shang Congshu's voice was so low that only she could hear it, and she never dared to face it.

Even if she blamed herself, she was afraid of showing it in front of Feng Xin. She was worried that Feng Xin would really follow her wishes and leave her severely on the grounds of dragging her down.

She thought about it, holding Feng Xin nervously, "I know I'm annoying, but I don't want to leave."

She is always afraid that Fengxin will fall in love with someone else after she is hospitalized for a long time.

But think about it seriously, if Fengxin really wants to abandon her, how can others control her? She can decide unilaterally?

Apart from her, Feng Xin has never dated any other girlfriends. Isn't this Feng Xin's choice?

Even if there was some wavering on the way of making this choice, Fengxin is an ordinary person, not a cold machine, it is normal to get tired and tired...

She is too greedy, what else to complain about.

Feng Xin shuns Shang Congshu's back, this small body can really cry until it wants to die.

In the past, she thought it was just a symptom of Shang Congshu's illness, and she lost her temper for a while.

But seeing Shang Congshu sober now, she is also so sad, it seems that she needs to be protected, like a piece of tofu.

If Shang Congshu was a mermaid, he would have to watch him day and night, for fear of being stolen if he shed two teardrops.

"If you don't want to leave, stay here." Feng Xin said.

Well, live in her heart.

Shang Congshu held Fengxin's face in his hands, his voice was still slightly crying, it sounded like the characteristics of Jiangnan girls, Wu Nong said softly: "Ah Xin, Lawyer Guan gave me a scarf."

She touched the ground with her toes, drew small circles, and raised her eyes from time to time to see Feng Xin's reaction.

Feng Xin: "Yes."

Shang Congshu straightened his waist, looked at Feng Xin directly, "Are you really angry?"

The wetness in her eyes hadn't been wiped off yet, her curly and thick eyelashes were wet, in order to verify the truth of Feng Xin's words, she had to look directly at Feng Xin, get very close, her face was almost glued.

Feng Xin leaned over to hold Shang Congshu's lower lip, and kissed softly, she was just angry that Shang Congshu gave away what he had planned to give her, made friends with Shang Congshu, and went shopping together, she was in this state Happy to hear.

The premise is that that friend is not in danger to Shang Congshu.

"If I'm angry, how can you coax me?" Feng Xin asked suddenly, full of interest, to see if Shang Congshu cared about her so much, she would be angry, then she really wanted to see, if he got angry, Shang Congshu How to coax her.

Shang Congshu knew that Feng Xin was teasing him, and with embarrassment on his face, he leaned into Feng Xin's ear and whispered two words, then ran away from Feng Xin.

She walked around the dining table, looking as if she was about to eat.

Duliu Fengxin is still reminiscing about what Shang Congshu teased just now.

Feng Xin approached behind Cong Shu, and before Shang Congshu sat down in the chair, he went up to hug him, gently caressing his skin.

"I don't have a habit of exercising before meals." Feng Xin hugged Shang Congshu, and embraced her petite body deeply, "If you're the one to accompany me, I'd like to try."

As soon as Shang Congshu said those two words, he expected how Feng Xin would treat him next, to be precise, she did it on purpose.

But she doesn't want to be at the dinner table...

She took Feng Xin to the balcony where she was lying on her side, closed the heavy curtains, and shyly promised, "I want to be here."

Shang Congshu's words were a bit vague, Feng Xin could barely hear clearly, but seeing Shang Congshu's red ears, he was about to speak, Feng Xin naturally understood, and gradually lost his eyes.

Say Shang Congshu is bold, she is so shy that she can't even speak clearly, say Shang Congshu is reserved, she is swaying wildly in front of Fengxin.

Feng Xin pressed her against the window sill, and she stepped back step by step until her heels could not retreat.

Feng Xin wanted to hear more from Shang Congshu, "Are there any other requirements? For example, what posture do you like? How much..."

Seeing Feng Xin talking more and more, Shang Congshu was still thin-skinned, keeping his head down and not daring to look at Feng Xin.

Hastily annoyed: "No more."

How could Fengxin let Shang Congshu stir up the flames under his nose, let the flames rage, and escape alone.

Pulling him back into her arms, since Shang Congshu was shy and didn't want to talk about it, then she used her favorite posture.

...The woman who had stopped crying not long ago started crying again intermittently, she couldn't complete a series of words, and she didn't know whether Feng Xin should be lighter or heavier.

after the end.

Feng Xin reheated the food again, and she found that Shang Congshu drew frequently today, no matter how much he loved in the past, he didn't go to the point where he quickly picked up the rice and finished drawing just to spare time for drawing.

She paid special attention to it. Although she doesn't know much about painting, Shang Congshu is now drawing cartoon background illustrations. The character prototypes seem to be a bit similar to the recently popular mobile game characters, not like food production.

"Cong Shu, do you draw commercial drafts?" She couldn't help asking.

Shang Congshu thought about it, nodded hesitantly, "Yes, guess how much money you can make by painting this painting?"

Feng Xin hit the nail on the head, "I don't understand the market. If you guess higher, you will be disappointed because your strength is not enough for the price. If you guess lower, you will be unhappy because I underestimated your ability."

"..."

Shang Congshu: "Come on, don't talk."

Feng Xin smiled lightly, she liked to bicker with Shang Congshu very much, she asked curiously: "Why do you want to accept business drafts all of a sudden?"

Based on her understanding of Shang Congshu, Shang Congshu prefers to write. From submitting to the publishing house, to waiting for the final review, selecting the cover, writing special signatures, and waiting for the listing, she looks forward to it every day.

In contrast, painting is more for the production of CP, and the number of commercial manuscripts received throughout the year can be counted on ten fingers.

Shang Congshu didn't even think about it, so he blurted out, "Then I can't be financially independent? It costs you money to rent a house, water, electricity, food and drink, and it's too difficult for you."

She also planned in this way in her last life, but as a result, there are not many days when she is fully awake, and it is not enough to express her love to Feng Xin, so there is no time to pick up a pen.

Although the manuscript fee is relatively considerable, it takes a long time from the completion of the work to the complete collection of the manuscript fee.

Feng Xin recalled a memory from a long, long time ago. Before she and Shang Congshu both graduated, they began to plan who would pay the rent and who would pay the water and electricity in the future.

She cooks on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays, and Cong Shu on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.

Those beautiful and youthful expectations for the future ended before they officially started...

They made out on the window sill for a long time. The pajamas Shang Congshu was wearing today were low-collared. From Fengxin's angle, if his gaze fell on Shang Congshu casually, he could clearly see those traces that had nowhere to hide.

There are tooth marks on the porcelain white long neck, which was bitten by Feng Xin, she didn't use force, she just likes to rub it gently on the tip of her teeth.

The owner of the body, after taking a hot bath, it will turn into a warm and gorgeous red glow, which is the proof of love/satisfaction.

Feng Xin became more and more satisfied as she looked at it. There was a strand of hair hanging down on the digital tablet. She helped Shang Congshu lift it up, "Congshu, you should go back to school next year."

Shang Congshu, who was burying his head in the painting, was obviously stunned, and it took him a few seconds to make sure he had heard correctly. She trembled, "Can I go back?"

"En." Feng Xin nodded.

After Luo Ying's incident broke out, the school's reputation was not very good, and netizens criticized the school's official blog.

Perhaps in order to save the image, the school learned that Shang Congshu lived with Feng Xin, so they took the initiative to contact Feng Xin to inquire about Shang Congshu's situation and offer condolences.

Feng Xin said the premise, "If the disease gets better and is under control, I will take you to the hospital to get a certificate, and you can go back to school next year and finish your studies."

The school had no right to expel Shang Congshu, but during the time of the car accident, Shang Congshu had severe hallucinations, so he was suspended from school.

She supported Shang Congshu to go back to school and return to normal life.

Feng Xin is more concerned about the group of juniors and juniors, she is sure that some students will have a prejudice against Shang Congshu, making Shang Congshu afraid to go back to school.

Just as she was about to encourage her, Shang Congshu suddenly made a decision——

"In the future, I can't keep getting tired of you, I have to spare time to study!"