sick wife

Feng Xin didn't respond to the kiss, as if she didn't feel it, her lax mood gradually returned.

Take away the hand on the shoulder, without saying anything, "I will do it myself."

She drank a lot, her alcohol content was not high, and she smelled heavily of alcohol, but she was conscious and not so drunk that she needed to be helped to take a bath.

Feng Xin went to the balcony to collect her pajamas. When she passed by, in order not to make Shang Congshu think too much, she explained, "It's a bit hot."

Shang Congshu wondered, Fengxin used to help her wash every day, and they often washed a piece in the bathroom, but now it happens occasionally, what's the point?

She watched Feng Xin put away clothes on the balcony, hugged Feng Xin's waist from behind, was very clingy, her chin rubbed against Feng Xin's back shoulder, Nuo Nuo lightly complained, "Ah Xin didn't even hug me when I came back today."

I don't know who started it, but during the long time they have been dating, this habit has been around for many years, when Feng Xin comes back from get off work, whenever she goes to pick her up at the door, Feng Xin will hug her.

When she got sick, this habit was even worse, usually hugging can soothe her emotions, most of the time Fengxin was willing.

Hearing this, Feng Xin froze for a moment, without being stingy, she turned around and hugged Shang Congshu back, she seemed to be very tired, she didn't speak, wrapped her arms around Shang Congshu and hugged him in.

The woman in his arms is soft, she has recovered a lot during this time, her complexion is rosy, not as pale as before.

She was holding it, but she didn't have the heart to observe these things at all. She remembered what Professor Shang said in her mind. She is an art candidate with a low cultural score. Even if she was admitted to the same university as Shang Congshu, it would be far behind.

Shang Congshu's grades are excellent, and she will not feel pressure to continue her studies. She will be engaged in research and teaching in the future. The environment is different from hers, and there are two worlds.

Not only that, but Shang Congshu is famous and has a certain status in the field of expertise, but she has nothing, not to mention that she doesn't earn much now, even if she is really rich, Uncle Shang will not be satisfied with her being with Congshu.

Their businessmen pursue both fame and fortune, and they must have social status.

After such a comparison, Feng Xin discovered that she and Shang Congshu are not only different in ability, but also have completely different directions in the future.

Even though this is the case, Feng Xin's self-esteem was inevitably hurt.

Her weak self-esteem is still forcefully ordering her nerves, controlling her not to speak out, if she speaks out, her inferiority complex will have nowhere to hide, and she is so pitiful that she has to wait for Shang Congshu to breathe on her wound.

"Are you ready?" Feng Xin asked, having been hugging on the balcony for a while, Shang Congshu didn't stop.

Shang Congshu suddenly changed his mind, from asking at the beginning to now skipping the process of requiring Fengxin's consent, and said directly: "I will wash it for you!"

Feng Xin's chest was sore and swollen, she could control her mouth not to speak out, but she couldn't suppress it, and couldn't help the wet eyes after several times.

"No, I want to meet by myself." She lowered her eyes, although people couldn't see her expression clearly, her voice was gentle.

Under Shang Congshu's repeated requests, Feng Xin expressed it gently and patiently, and took the trouble to convey to Shang Congshu what she wanted to do and what she didn't want to do.

She wants to take a bath alone, needs a little personal space, adjusts her mood by herself, and wants to be quiet and quiet without the company of Shang Congshu.

Only then did Shang Congshu hear that Fengxin seemed to be worried, and he didn't look very happy.

But the more Feng Xin pretended to be like a normal person, the more empty she felt in her heart...

Seeing that Shang Congshu didn't cling to him again, Fengxin went to take a bath.

In this abnormal state, Shang Congshu didn't even dare to ask. She looked at the closed door of the bathroom, and at almost the same second as the door was closed, she heard the sound of it being locked from inside.

"..."

Shang Congshu stood there in a daze, a little at a loss, is it necessary for Fengxin to do this?She just doesn't want to go in, and put a lock on it to prevent her from doing it?

She wanted to know what happened to Feng Xin, why was she so depressed and downcast?Angry at work?Or did something bad happen?

But Fengxin's attitude is gentle and distant, she has absolutely no intention of talking to her, if she can be more frank and open up, then she won't be so sad.

Shang Congshu was sad, sulked, and went to bed early, not in the mood to watch movies.

She put the Snoopy doll on the other half of the bed, and wrapped herself in a quilt to occupy the remaining half of the space, thinking that when Feng Xin came out and moved her Snoopy, she used the excuse to quarrel with Feng Xin.

Shang Cong was so relieved, he clearly planned in his mind how to quarrel Feng Xin.

When there was no movement in the bathroom, seeing that Feng Xin was about to be washed, Shang Congshu became inexplicably nervous, what if Feng Xin saw that the bed was occupied and went to sleep on her side...

As soon as this idea came up, Shang Congshu quickly picked up the doll and threw it at the foot of the bed.

Feng Xin didn't plan to go to bed so early, went into the bedroom to get a hair dryer, but went out in a few seconds, and dried her hair in the hall.

After blowing her hair half wet, she turned on the computer and prepared to retouch the pictures. This was not arranged for her by the studio. She posted a paid project for retouching photos on some platforms, and she did a small part-time job.

In the past, Feng Xin felt that although these part-time jobs didn't have much money, they could cover the rent, water and electricity in a month, but now she couldn't help but secretly compare with Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu's illustrations usually start with four figures, and it's even more than that for game promotional posters.

Before they dated, Shang Congshu didn't have the habit of saving money, he painted and wrote about Buddhism.

After falling in love with her, if there hadn't been a car accident, according to the original plan, Shang Congshu was going to throw away the Buddhist school and devote himself to making money, and planned to buy a small apartment before graduating from university.

She never dared to think this way, her meager salary, even allowing her to work for three to five years after graduation, was not enough to support her to buy a house with full money.

Once there is a gap in my heart, it will become more and more unbalanced. Feng Xin wants to mend it, but she doesn't know where to start.

The computer screen showed a figure coming out of the room, Shang Congshu walked over with the quilt in his arms, and curled up on the sofa.

She didn't bother Feng Xin either, just curled up her limbs like this, wanting to be next to her.

"Why don't you sleep in your room?" Feng Xin asked without taking her eyes off the computer.

Shang Congshu: "I like to sleep on the sofa."

As she spoke, she observed Feng Xin's reaction.

Feng Xin's face was dull, not too emotional, she tucked the quilt for Shang Congshu, touched his forehead, "The sofa is a bit crowded, I'll lie on my side, and when I'm done, I'll carry you back to the room and sleep."

"..."

In fact, Fengxin just needs a space of her own, she just needs to adjust her mood, she doesn't want to vent anything to Shang Congshu, she doesn't mean to be cold on purpose.

She left the living room with the computer in her arms, but Shang Congshu didn't follow, she didn't feel lost, nor did she feel relieved.

Just when Feng Xin was trying to recover quickly, the community suddenly lost power, and the lights in the whole house went dark in an instant, and Shang Congshu screamed in fright.

Feng Xin got up abruptly, and suddenly grabbed the board on the edge of the desk. She couldn't even wait to get her mobile phone to turn on the flashlight, and went out in the dark. Taking advantage of the faint moonlight shining into the balcony outside, she directly picked up the frightened woman on the sofa. into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." She reassured, and shunned Shang Cong's back.

Shang Congshu knew that Feng Xin was at home, she was not afraid, but she was not angry with Feng Xin's strange attitude tonight, fake anger, "It's all your fault, I said I would sleep on the sofa, and you still ran so far go."

She put her arms around Feng Xin's neck, and lied in Feng Xin's ear, humming coquettishly, with a look of being so wronged that she could cry at any time.

In this way, she can control Fengxin when she was young almost at any time. She knows this tacit secret, and occasionally "uses" it as a mediator, softening their gradually stiff relationship and bringing them closer.

"Good." Feng Xin hugged him tightly.

Except on the bed, she couldn't hear Shang Congshu crying, she felt distressed, and couldn't help accommodating and coaxing her.

"Well, it's my fault, don't be angry." She admitted her mistake generously, and wanted to hug him tightly and comfort him as usual.

Shang Congshu didn't plan on this matter, so he just let it go in a daze.

She suddenly asked, "Why are you unhappy today? What didn't I do well?"

When it came to the last sentence, Shang Congshu's voice was trembling and changed.

Originally it was just playing with Feng Xin, pretending to be emotional, but unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, his chest would suddenly ache, as if he had been hit by someone with a muffled sound.

"Congshu..."

Feng Xin wanted to say no, but if she didn't say it, what happened tonight would probably leave a gap. If she said it, Shang Congshu would see her inferiority complex.

In the future, in order to take care of her feelings, will Shang Congshu put things that could have been done into a small box?He is willing to be a soft and weak hermit crab in front of her, treats her like a shell, and wants to shrink back into her arms all the time.

Shang Congshu loved her very much, knowing that she was suffering, he would definitely do such a thing, it was not what she wanted.

Feng Xin pondered for a while before saying: "It's none of your business, I'm angry with myself."

Shang Congshu pressed on, "Then tell me, why are you angry?"

This question stopped Feng Xin, she licked her lower lip uncomfortably, and she was telling the truth, "Maybe it's because I drank and thought too much, thinking why I'm so bad at studying and why I didn't work hard enough."

Why, so mediocre.

Shang Congshu was slightly stunned, and suddenly understood that Feng Xin had overheard the conversation between her and her father.

"Why doesn't my girlfriend speak for me..." Feng Xin wiped the wet corners of her eyes.

The tone was so gentle, as if he was really asking a simple question, why didn't Shang Congshu stand by her side.