MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 50 , cooling

"Shu Shu misses you so much, I'll take her to see." Professor Shang briefly explained the reason for appearing here, his face ashen.

They waited here for nearly two hours. Shang Congshu stopped him from calling Feng Xin, so he didn't find anyone and waited in the living room.

He thought that Feng Xin was really busy with work, but he didn't expect that he was lying to his daughter, hugging and cuddling with people outside, drinking to death, it seems that after Shang Congshu left, Feng Xin Xin is very chic.

It was only a short time apart, Shang Congshu hugged Feng Xin and refused to let go, it seemed that he really missed it.

Professor Shang glanced at the young girl sleeping on the ground. Although he was dissatisfied, he reminded aloud, "Place your friend with a quilt and pillow on your back, and sleep on your side."

If a drunk person is lying down, it is easy to suffocate and suffocate the trachea because of the vomit. It is safer to sleep on the side.

Feng Xin wanted to carry Tong Huai to the study, but Shang Congshu, who was lying on her back, was reluctant to move, her waist was tightly hugged, and she could see the top of her hair on her chest when she lowered her head.

She has never been so intimate with Shang Congshu in front of the business people, and now her face is redder than when she was drinking, she patted Shang Congshu on the back shoulder and said softly: "I will soon return,"

Shang Congshu raised his head to look at Feng Xin, rubbed his chin against Feng Xin's undulating chest, and asked quietly, "Then give me a kiss."

Just as Fengxin thought it was okay, just took Shang Congshu's hand, Shang Congshu opened his innocent eyes and whispered to her: "Wife, I wore snow gauze underwear today, no Sponge... um..."

Feng Xin covered Shang Congshu's mouth, her cheeks were hot, "Let's go to sleep."

Seeing Shang Congshu nodded obediently, Feng Xin let go of her hand, she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface, her heartbeat was already chaotic, especially Shang Congshu still spoke to her in such an inviting tone , as if waiting for her praise and praise, waiting for her to unlock this surprise by herself.

Feng Xin carried Tong Huai to the study, covered the quilt, put the pillow on, put on the sleeping position, thought about it, and put two bottles of mineral water on the table before leaving the room.

She came out of the living room and just sat down on the sofa, when Shang Congshu saw this, the next second he went from the sofa next to him to the one where Feng Xin was sitting, next to Feng Xin.

"Uncle Shang, is Congshu okay?" Feng Xin allowed Shang Congshu to hold her hand and knead it, and from time to time she would squeeze her five fingers back together to interact with Shang Congshu.

Professor Shang's condition is a little more tired than the last time we met. He is already old. Even if he is an **** and has the help of hospital staff, he can't bear it.

He didn't know what Shang Congshu was thinking. He stayed up in the middle of the night and ran to the nurse's desk to say that he was not sick, and clamored to go home. He locks up.

When the thoughts are too weird, when they are not irritable, they will talk to themselves in a gloomy way, talking to the wall, talking to the mirror, and he is watching from the side. Man, it feels like the sky is falling, and there is no light to see.

"Shu Shu she..." Professor Shang hesitated, he couldn't say whether the situation was good or bad, "I haven't seen any violent tendencies recently, and my mood is relatively stable, but it's hard to persuade me to take medicine. some."

Shang Congshu doesn't think he is ill, so naturally he is very resistant to taking medicine. Every time he takes medicine, he will be sleepy and have headaches, but he will be much quieter and his mind will be clear.

Feng Xin recalled that Shang Congshu in the last life had never really taken medicine, and hoped that the drug treatment could play a certain role. "What did the doctor say? Is the cure rate high?"

Talking about this, Professor Shang's face was even more gloomy, "I'm still observing, if it recovers well, it will be better for a short period of time, but the recurrence rate is very high."

Doctors will be conservative in answering these questions. They do not directly tell Professor Shang whether they can be cured or not, but only analyze cases. It is unlikely that most patients will be completely cured. to be controlled.

In addition, the recurrence rate is very high. Even if the disease is cured, he has the ability to live a normal life, can go out to work, and communicate with ordinary people, but if he is greatly stimulated again, there is still a possibility of recurrence.

Professor Shang thinks that his daughter may have to go back and forth like this for the rest of her life, and she is so worried that her hair is gray, which young talent from a good background will accept a girl who is labeled as mentally ill?

Tonight, I saw Feng Xin hugging back with others. I don’t know who the girl is from Feng Xin. Will Feng Xin really want to get comfortable with Shang Congxin in a few days? separate?

Then doesn't his daughter have any destination?

He sighed, his heart ached, his eyes were cloudy, and the whole person instantly turned into an old man of the past.

"Take care of her tonight, she is on a hunger strike and refuses to eat. I promise to take her to see you, so she eats some." The business professor didn't plan to stay overnight, got up, "I Book a hotel nearby and come pick her up tomorrow."

In fact, when he came this time, he wanted to discuss with Feng Xin, and wanted Feng Xin to **** him. The young man has more energy. Considering that Feng Xin was in the internship period, he was too embarrassed to speak.

Feng Xin promised to send people downstairs.

Before leaving, Professor Shang was a little worried, hesitating again and again, but still asking, "Xiaofeng, is that one your friend? Shu Shu believes in you very much, you won't..."

He said the point.

Feng Xin said, "She is a straight daughter."

Professor Shang doesn't know much about **** people. Hearing Feng Xin say that the other party is a straight girl, he naturally thinks that there is no spark between straight girls and curvy ones, so he doesn't worry about it any more.

Feng Xin is back.

She entered the door and saw Shang Congshu sitting on the floor, holding the earrings she gave to Tong Huai, looking over and over.

Feng Xin noticed that just now she and Tong Huai fell on the ground, and all the things in Tong Huai's bag were scattered on the floor, and she hadn't had time to clean up.

She touched Shang Congshu's slender belly, "Are you hungry? Cook something for you?"

Shang Congshu shook his head, shook the things in his hand, turned his head and asked Feng Xin, "Where is my Taj Mahal?"

These earrings are well packaged and look like a specially prepared gift.

Feng Xin's expression paused, "Uh, I haven't bought it yet, if I knew you were coming back today, I would definitely..."

Shang Congshu put the earrings back in the box, flat mouth, but did not cry, but her eyes were filled with tears, Feng Xin bought gifts for others, but not for her.

“From Shu…”

Shang Congshu hugged Feng Xin, bit Feng Xin's ear and exhaled, wishing he could hang on Feng Xin.

Feng Xin's little fun to watch.

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She turned her face away slightly, she was about to breathe, and was panted by Shang Congshu's enthusiasm.

Shang Congshu kissed Feng Xin's chin and responded vaguely, "Well..."

But she didn't mean to pause at all, she didn't need Fengxin to take the initiative, she snuggled into Fengxin's arms, like a delicate flower that needs to be carefully cared for, lovable.

Feng Xin stroked the back of Xiang Shang Cong's white neck, her voice was sandy, "You're like this... I have no experience doing 1."

Feng Xin carried the fluffy woman hanging from her body into the bedroom, adjusted the air conditioner, and cooled Shang Cong Shu down, so as to prevent Shang Cong Shu from turning red.

When she got up, she rubbed a handful of Shang Congshu's hair.

Shang Congshu's long light gray hair has been braided countless hairstyles by Feng Xin, and his fingertips prefer this strand of hair to the extreme, and he is very familiar with it.

"Would you like to wash off the panties?" Feng Xin took the change of clothes, turned back to Shang Cong Shu's side, and asked seriously.

Shang Congshu didn't speak, his toes swayed from side to side, wrinkling Feng Xin's trousers.

Feng Xin's throat was slightly tight, she grabbed Shang Congshu's wrist and kissed lightly between her lips, urging: "...Hurry up."

Shang Congshu caressed Fengxin's lips: "You have come by yourself, don't you have no sense of participation? Then this kind of thing will be handled by you."

Feng Xin didn't take the initiative just now, and was countered by Shang Congshu with a few words of ridicule. She brought people over and changed Shang Congshu's clothes.

The little woman who was clamoring a second ago, is now very shy, blushing and stubborn, and deliberately asked Feng Xin, "Sister, good sister, do you have a sense of participation in doing 1 now? "

Suddenly hearing a name she hadn't heard for a long time, Feng Xin was stunned, her heart softened, and her eyes gradually filled with warm spring water, she really loved Shang Congshu's vivid appearance now .

Feng Xin leaned over and kissed Shang Congshu's hair, "Yeah."

Shang Congshu secretly prepared a bunch of lines to align with her, waiting for Feng Xin to bicker with her.

The wind and the road are really high, come on like this, she has nowhere to play.

Shang Congshu hummed, half of his face rested on the quilt, and whispered softly, "Go take a bath, I want to hug you, I want to sleep with my sister, and feed my sister little cherries..."

Feng Xin pecked and kissed on that face again and again, and the bad beauty embryo in her arms finally didn't dare to talk nonsense.

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