sick wife

It was almost dark when we went back, Feng Xin went to the courier cabinet to pick up the courier, and bought a few cans of grape soda in the small shop downstairs.

After arriving home, Shang Congshu was in charge of unpacking the courier. There was a new Taj Mahal at home, which was different from her previous one. Two small new buildings and a new flower roof were added, making it look more luxurious.

She took it apart, thought of something, walked around to the refrigerator to take a look...

She didn't find what she wanted, so she went back to the bedroom to look through it, her eyes fell on Fengxin's wallet, and she couldn't find it even after digging.

Shang Congshu remembered that she had put a photo in the old Taj Mahal and somehow lost it. Although the photo was nothing special, she always felt cold when it was not put away.

Feng Xin, who was cooking in the kitchen, noticed Shang Congshu's movements and asked, "Congshu, what are you looking for?"

Shang Congshu lifted it casually, "No, a small pendant is missing, I'll look for it..."

Feng Xin was very sensitive to Shang Congshu's emotions, she always paid attention to it, and was not dismissed easily. She came out to see Shang Congshu, and asked carefully: "What pendant? Huh?"

She was worried whether Shang Congshu had hallucinations, and even a little bit of something wrong could catch her heart.

Shang Congshu: "It's just...the one with the zipper in the bag, with a fluffy tail."

Feng Xin had an impression, and said, "I took it to dry, and let it dry on the balcony."

Seeing Shang Congshu going to the balcony, Feng Xin didn't think about it any more, thinking that Shang Congshu was really looking for a pendant.

About to fall asleep in the evening, Shang Congshu took a shower in the bathroom. She closed her eyes and flushed hot water on her face to relieve the fatigue from playing for nearly a day.

When she came out, she saw that Feng Xin was already asleep on the bed, her breathing was deep and even, so she didn't use the hairdryer, and simply wiped the wet hair on the front of her forehead with a towel.

The cat lowered down, gently crawled to Fengxin's side on the bed, touched Fengxin's face with his fingers, worried about making a noise, so he didn't use his strength, and raised his wrist to sketch it vaguely, which was inexplicably weird.

This weirdness is too strong, she can't help but describe Feng Xin's sleeping appearance over and over again, she feels familiar, she has done the same action many times, why this time...

Shang Congshu leaned over, like a cat, with her nostrils close to Fengxin's face and neck, even the smell was the same as she remembered, and she poked the flesh on Fengxin's arm again.

"What's wrong?" Feng Xin's voice was hoarse, rustling, and her eyes were sleepy.

Shang Congshu paused at her fingertips, and she slowly retracted her hand, "Ah Xin, did you really die suddenly in your last life?"

Suddenly, Feng Xin's heart skipped a beat, she lost all sleepiness, she sat up from the bed, and caressed the woman in front of her with the back of her hand.

Shang Congshu's hair was still slightly wet, and he was sitting on his stomach with most of his hair loose in front of his chest. When he asked this question, his eyes were full of daze and confusion, as if he really wanted to know the cause of Feng Xin's death.

"What were you thinking about at night?" Feng Xin kneaded her fingertips along Shang Congshu, and hugged him, her expression unchanged, "Will I lie to you?"

In order to increase the credibility, Fengxin also carefully listed the working situation at that time, "You don't know how difficult it is to serve some celebrities, just the one who made literary and artistic films, after the small explosion, he played big names everywhere, and the apprentices brought out by my subordinates We were scolded and cried by her, and their studio also made things difficult for us, saying that the promotional photos we took deliberately smeared her, invited the navy to splash dirty water, and every day for these shitty things..."

Feng Xin talked a lot, including the mental stress and physical exhaustion during that time, and the work tormented him so much that he couldn't eat well or sleep well.

"After a long time, isn't it normal to fall down one day?" She said seriously.

Shang Congshu listened to this, as if a picture was automatically formed in his mind, vividly, "Hug my wife."

She lay on Fengxin's body, "Then why did you choose this job?"

Fengxin replied without any hesitation, "It's rare to do what you love, and it happens to be a job to support your family. In this world, you spend most of your time doing what you like. How many people can't dream of it? I am very happy."

Although it is inevitable to encounter bad things during the work process, Feng Xin likes it very much. Her love for this job is much more than the bad emotions when encountering bad things.

She looked down at Shang Congshu, she didn't ask any more questions with her mouth, but her face was serious, as if she was recalling something, with a serious expression.

Feng Xin caressed Shang Congshu's pajamas with his fingertips, and wandered wantonly.

Shang Congshu subconsciously arched his body, distracted his thoughts, and covered Feng Xin's tricky hand through his clothes, "Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep."

She was flushed, and the sheet was ruffled and crumpled under her toes.

Feng Xin didn't stop, her lips curled up, "I was going to sleep, but you touched and kissed me so hard that I couldn't fall asleep, so you can't coax me to sleep."

Pressing him down, she rolled into the bed, kissed Shang Congshu's neck wetly, pressed her lips and tongue against that throat, and licked heavily.

Shang Cong Shu's face became hot, he let go of Feng Xin's hand, went to push Feng Xin's shoulder again, and retorted: "Where is there touching and kissing? I, I am..."

She was suddenly at a loss for words and couldn't answer for a while. She couldn't tell the reason, and she didn't know what was wrong with herself. She felt weird, as if she had forgotten some very important and special things.

Especially when she touched Feng Xin's face and repeated what she had done countless times, the strange feeling became more and more clear, and even looking at Feng Xin's sleeping face was in a trance.

Feng Xin didn't ask any further questions, she held Shang Congshu in the pajamas she had just put on, and continued to think about what she wanted to do. Not only did she not listen to Shang Congshu's suggestion of sleeping, but it unexpectedly continued.

In the past, they were often intemperate in this matter, but they basically slept in the second half of the night. It is rare that they are still in high spirits in the second half of the night like this now.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Shang Congshu is about to cry from exhaustion, and to Fengxin, he just gives Wu Nong's soft and charming words, and it's useless to scold and drive people away.

In the end, he even switched to other strategies, boasting all kinds of flattery, blushing and begging for mercy when he talked about it, his eyes were wet, and he begged for mercy.

Feng Xin saw that Shang Congshu really wanted to sleep, so he let go of the woman in his arms.

This time Shang Congshu didn't speak, Feng Xin took the initiative to turn off the lights in the room, it was so dark that there was no light at all.

She returned to the bed, tucked in the quilt, put her heart on Shang Cong's soft back, and hugged him tightly.

Feng Xin rested her forehead on Shang Congshu's body, she didn't feel sleepy at all, the joy just happened didn't really make her physically and mentally immersed.

Why did Cong Shu suddenly ask these things? Is it because he is in a good state of mind now, and even his incomplete memories are being recovered intermittently?

Then she doesn't seem to be able to hide it for a long time, but if she wants to say it in person, she doesn't know how to mention it.

She never took that incident as a thorn, never blamed Cong Shu, but Cong Shu would not forgive herself.

Feng Xin was hiding something in her heart, she lay silently for an hour or two without feeling sleepy, she didn't even move her posture, afraid that Shang Congshu would find her awake and ask her about the cause of her death.

She suddenly became suspicious, why is the woman in her arms still motionless?As usual, when Cong Shu fell asleep, she would turn over, either in a daze, or hugging her waist. She seemed to be sleeping very peacefully tonight...

Feng Xin wanted to caress Shang Congshu's outline in the dark night, but her fingertips were caught off guard by the icy cold wetness, her breathing became stagnant, and her fingertips curled up.

"Congshu..." She leaned on Shang Congshu's shoulder, her tone weakened.

In just a few seconds, my palms were sweating.

She didn't know how long Shang Congshu had been crying, tears were all over his face, until the hot temperature turned cold, and new tears flowed from his eyes.

"Cong Shu." Feng Xin yelled again in a low voice, fearing to startle the woman next to her pillow, each time she yelled more tenderly.

Shang Cong held Feng Xin's hand and put it on her chest in a soothing manner, she didn't speak, she even breathed gently and evenly, without gasping.

The tears that kept pouring out of her eyes couldn't hide the turbulent waves in her heart.

For the first time, she thought deeply about her lover whom she thought she was very familiar with. What kind of mood did Feng Xin have, living with a woman who killed her with her own hands every day?

For such a cruel woman, Feng Xin paid far more patience than ordinary people can bear, coaxing love, caring, more nervous than anyone else, so loving and pity.

But what did she do? She actually wet the pillow and brought a lover who had no defense against her to life...

"Baby." Feng Xin's voice lingered in Shang Congshu's ears, and Feng Xin's soft lips touched the entire ear.

Shang Congshu couldn't breathe a little, a hand grabbed her heart tightly, trapping her in a container without any oxygen, it hurt even for her to gasp.

She was hugged by Feng Xin, Feng Xin seemed afraid of hurting her, so he didn't dare to talk to her lightly, he stroked her back gently, it was obvious that Feng Xin was the one who was bruised to the point of injury.

"Ah Xin." She whispered, her voice was completely out of shape, very hoarse, her moist eye sockets were soaked on Feng Xin's warm skin.

She muttered in a daze: "...Why aren't you afraid?"

In this world, is there anyone who is not afraid of someone who has killed him?She clearly remembered that Feng Xin had just been reborn in the present world, and she brushed her body and combed her hair every day when she was still in a coma after a car accident.

Even taking her home, I was able to coax her suspiciously and hallucinations patiently, and helped her drive away people who didn't exist at all, look under the bed, dig through the wardrobe, and lift the curtains...

Repeat these things over and over to reassure her and calm her fears.

"Why don't you go..." Shang Congshu murmured.

Feng Xin didn't reply, she hugged him and gradually tightened her arms.

She didn't tell Shang Congshu that she had fought countless times in her heart about whether to leave or not.

Sometimes she is also angry, and Shang Congshu gets into trouble, refuses to put on clothes, refuses to eat properly, does not know how to teach, and ignores others, just listening to her shouting, watching her flustered and anxious, shrinking in the corner Not saying a word.

She felt so tired, and every time she had some ruthless thought, Shang Congshu wanted her to hug him, asked her to tie her hair all over the room, kissed her even when she was tired from crying, and gave her half of every candy. You have to eat the same piece with her.

She thought to herself, it seems that she is not so tired again, and she is quite cute occasionally, so she wants to coax her well.

Shang Congshu couldn't calm down, and Fengxin's silent hug kept giving her strength, so that she wouldn't think of those cruel scenes and collapse.

"Wife..." She circled Feng Xin's neck, looking for Feng Xin's lips vaguely, "I love you so much."

It seemed that what he said was completely opposite to what he had done, and he hurriedly added, "It's true."

Feng Xin never questioned the authenticity of this sentence, maybe she spent a lot of time in the previous life, but she believed that Shang Congshu was sincere when he said it.

"Hmm." She lifted Shang Cong's face and wiped away the tears with her thumb, "I don't blame you."