sick wife

Shang Congshu knew that Fengxin must have gotten angry after reading Weibo, so he stayed up so late and wrote such a long clarification.

Apart from being sweet, she was worried about what happened today, which would disturb Fengxin. The trending search—you can tell that it was bought by Star Studio, but now most of the popularity has shifted to Fengxin.

[Will the Weibo incident affect your work? 】Whether it is unintentional to steal the limelight, or discussing the topic of Fengxin now, it will definitely make the studio a little uncomfortable, fetching water from a bamboo basket—the field is empty.

Feng Xin didn't care much: [It's okay, Fu Qinghe won't say anything. 】

Although their team was hired by the studio, the boss is still Fu Qinghe. As long as Fu Qinghe is not dissatisfied, no matter how depressed the studio is, it will not affect Fengxin.

She just needs to do her job well.

Only then did Shang Congshu feel relieved, and suddenly remembered what was said in a hot comment, she clicked on Weibo, took a screenshot, and sent it to Feng Xin, [How could there be such a rumor?The misrepresentation is too outrageous. 】

On the surface, it was a complaint, but it was actually a question. I wanted to know from Fengxin, what was the relationship with the president that Reping commented on, and why was it misrepresented like this?

She didn't have the nerve to ask directly, she didn't want Feng Xin to think she was stingy.

But Shang Congshu's vinegar smell is very strong through the screen, how could Fengxin not see it.

She smiled lowly, and patiently explained: [The year you were not in school, I acted in a play with the president, maybe I had a good sense of CP, and there were a lot of classmates who made jokes. 】

If this kind of thing is passed on, the taste will change.

【oh. 】After Shang Congshu knew the reason, she didn't continue to dwell on this matter. What she Xin Fengxin said was that she had acted in a drama,【You need to sleep, otherwise you will be sleepy tomorrow. 】

Feng Xin will be off tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow there will be a miscellaneous filming in Paris, so I won't go back so soon.

Instead of typing, she took a screenshot of the above chat record and sent the sentence [I'm thinking about someone duck].

Shang Congshu pretended to be stupid: [Why do you think someone can't sleep? 】

By the way, I sent an emoticon package: (no appointment, didn't you see that I was studying. JPG

Feng Xin: (Small grievances, I can bear it.JPG

[The clockwork voice came over to call my sister, and I went to sleep. 】

Feng Xin is a little sleepy due to the jet lag in the past two days, chatting with Shang Congshu now is a kind of relaxation and a happy mood.

She opened a bottle of red wine sent by the studio, and she was wearing the pajamas Shang Congshu prepared for her. It was the light pink that Shang Congshu liked, and the material was silk, so it was very comfortable to wear in summer.

Feng Xin took a sip, she didn't know much about red wine, only good or bad, the next day she didn't have to work, so she drank a lot more and indulged.

An unread voice appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. She just clicked on it, and the familiar voice played was gentle and coquettish.

"Well, sister... um, hiss..."

The other party panted, lightly and heavily inhaled in a messy way: "Hmm...it hurts to talk...uh..."

Shang Congshu explained: [It burns from eating grilled fish during the day. 】

A petal suddenly fell from Feng Xin's slightly drunken pupils, and the eyes waved, rippling and trembling.

The side of her face was pillowed on the ice silk quilt, she was a little dry/hot, and her ears were still burning.

Holding the phone with one hand and typing: [How do you let me sleep? 】

Shang Congshu was aggrieved: 【Ah... let you sleep, you said you were thinking about someone who couldn't sleep, and asked me to call your sister, but you still couldn't sleep after calling my sister, and asked me how to sleep?Sister Feng Xin, you have a lot of bad thoughts. 】

Who is the one with the most bad intentions... Feng Xin was beaten up and raked.

She originally wanted to fall asleep after listening to the voice, but Shang Congshu teased her like this, and now the slightest drowsiness has disappeared without a trace.

My head is a little groggy, and the more drunk I am, the more I miss the person I love in my heart.

Fengxin Caring: [Is it really burnt? 】

Shang Congshu: [No. 】

Her breathing became heavier.