sick wife

into the night.

Feng Xin didn't stay outside, she talked with Fu Qinghe about her work schedule and came back. When she got home, only a small orange light was turned on in the living room.

Like many times when she came back, Shang Congshu was sleeping on the sofa waiting for her, covered with a thin air-conditioning quilt.

Feng Xin didn't turn on the light, took off his shoes, went to the bathroom to wash his hands and feet, and turned on the faucet, which was enough to wake Shang Congshu up.

When she came out, Shang Congshu was staring at her with his eyes open, his eyes were bright, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

"I'm going to France next week." Feng Xin happened to mention the business trip, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and said while drinking, "It may take half a month to come back."

Shang Congshu didn't seem very happy, just now he looked at Fengxin with surprise and anticipation, but now it's all gone, leaving him disappointed.

She put half of her face on the pillow, her voice was so muffled that she couldn't hear her emotions clearly, "Are you really busy with work?"

Feng Xin heard the doubt in the same tone, and went back to that cold house in a trance. At that time, Shang Congshu would ask her the same way, did she really work overtime?Are you really busy with work?

Even though she explained over and over again, Shang Congshu still asked repeatedly. She didn't know when to start. She was tired of these questions, and would go to the bar to sit all day on vacation, and didn't come home until very late.

Shang Congshu seemed to sense that she was lying, and gradually stopped asking.

Sitting on the other side of the sofa, Feng Xin always felt that the house was short of oxygen, and her voice was hoarse, "Yeah."

Sensing the heat source sticking up behind her, Feng Xin didn't turn her head, and silently drank a few sips of wine, very disturbed.

Perhaps the alcohol has paralyzed the nerves of always looking after Shang Congshu, Feng Xin caressed his forehead and said in a deep voice, "I'm not very happy with you now, we can talk about it when I come back."

She gave herself time to buffer, calm down for ten days and a half months, so as not to make impulsive decisions.

What Fu Qinghe said was right, Shang Congshu didn't need her now, he ate and drank well, dressed well, made many friends, and was very lively at school.

The published physical books are being reprinted, and the comics produced by the studio are even popular in South Korea. She earns money every month without doing anything. She is a little rich woman with a big wallet, so she has nothing to worry about.

If Shang Congshu was only disappointed just now, what Feng Xin said now would directly break her heart.

"You lied." She hugged Feng Xin's shoulders, convinced that what Feng Xin said was angry, tears welled up in her eyes, and the cat bent down and was about to slip into Feng Xin's arms.

Shang Congshu didn't wear pajamas, and only wore a white lace tube top, which was tied in style, with a bow tie on his chest, and the fabric covered only one-third of it, and a large fluffy and proud cloud fluttered and trembled.

Such hot curves are in contrast to her soft and slender shoulders, her eyes and nose are still red, there is a kind of indescribable tenderness.

Feng Xin felt hot after drinking, so she pushed her arm lightly, "Don't sit on my lap, it's hot."

Shang Congshu's eye sockets became more wet, and he turned on the air conditioner to 16 degrees in a fit of anger, and turned on the air conditioner when it was hot, blowing cold air.

"If you push me again, I'll sit on your face!" She protested dissatisfied with Feng Xin, and got into Feng Xin's arms again.

Feng Xin was afraid that Shang Congshu would be cold, and wanted to pull the air conditioner over, just as he reached out, Shang Congshu took the opportunity to kiss her half of the face that had been slapped.

Immediately, the irritability in her heart was on the verge of breaking out, she turned her face away, and Shang Congshu's lips staggered, and Shang Congshu still wanted to stick them.

This is not coaxing, this is puffing.

When Shang Congshu approached again, Fengxin couldn't take it anymore, threw the quilt on the ground, and pushed the person away from him.

Shang Congshu fell on the floor and didn't recover for a long time. Although she was covered with a quilt and didn't hurt from the fall, she looked like a cat or dog trying to please her master, but she was kicked by her master when she just took off her trousers. Kicked away, embarrassed and humiliated.

She looked at Feng Xin in a daze, rubbed her wet eyes, and choked up: "Now, help me up, and I will be fine."

Feng Xin was upset and depressed, so she still pulled him up from the ground.

Shang Congshu flung himself on Fengxin's chest, saying that he was not sad, but couldn't help crying, she sniffed and whispered, "Honey, can I kiss you?"

This time Shang Congshu didn't take any direct action, he behaved himself, and asked Feng Xin for advice first.

Feng Xin can't hear Shang Congshu crying, every time Shang Congshu cries, she always loses her mind and blames herself for being distressed.

She drank the remaining half of the can of wine, and drank it in a hurry, her lips and neck were full of wine, "I don't like this."

Shang Congshu whimpered, "You like it!"

"I don't like it." Feng Xin insisted, and the words she said were icy cold, "You can't kiss my face from now on, I'm telling you seriously."

Shang Congshu touched her face again, she really could blow up her temper, how could she be willing to slap her face if she likes it?If you slap it, it means you don't like it, if you don't like it, don't kiss.

In the past, when Shang Congshu cried, Feng Xin's attitude would soften no matter what, but now she cried into tears, and Feng Xin did not let go.

It was not only the indoor temperature that was cold, but also the atmosphere of communication between them.

Shang Congshu just stopped for a few seconds, taking advantage of Feng Xin's closed eyes to rest, he sneaked up to Feng Xin's face, quickly pecked, and the touch was instant.

Just such a kiss on the cheek that didn't even last a second completely enraged Feng Xin.

She pushed the man to the side, her actions were unprecedentedly rude, she knelt on the sofa cushion, clutched Shang Shu's ankle and dragged her under her body, "Are you a dick?"

Feng Xin has never been so fierce, and never before, Shang Congshu's shoulders flinched in fright, and Feng Xin's body was full of alcohol staining every inch of her body.

She was a little scared, and wanted to hug Fengxin, but the tiger's mouth was not too gentle to caress her delicate skin, and she was even unwilling to use other methods.

Feng Xin seemed to be really angry, and bit the back of her neck, leaving her covered with scars.

…………

After half the night, the living room became quiet.

On summer nights, there are cicadas chirping outside the window, not noisy, but a beautiful feeling of tranquility.

The two of them on the sofa were covered with a quilt, Shang Congshu hugged Feng Xin who had already fallen asleep, the woman in his arms was breathing deeply and evenly, and he could tell he was asleep when he heard it.

She lowered her head and kissed Feng Xin's face wetly, even though this lip was red and swollen from Feng Xin's bite just now, and now it hurts even a light touch, she is still addicted to kissing, and refuses to move her red lips.

"Honey, don't be angry, okay..." She whispered softly, knowing that Feng Xin couldn't hear her, she just thought about it to herself.

"I know I'm wrong, I shouldn't think that way."

She kissed Feng Xin's sleeping face, between her eyebrows, and her eyes, "But, if you send me to find someone else, I will take it seriously..."

The wife also said that she didn't like her to kiss, and that she was unhappy with her.

Shang Cong Shu Xin felt a sudden pain in his mouth, wept silently, and hugged Feng Xin even tighter.