MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 51 ,shadow

Take advantage of the wind and Xin to take a shower, Shang Congshu took off the doll holster that was dried on the balcony, stuffed it full of cotton, threaded it with needles and sewed it up again, and put it on the head of the bed. It smells like after sun exposure.

She was about to lay on Snoopy's body and give her a good rua when an unfamiliar ringtone came from outside.

Shang Congshu got up, followed the source of the sound and picked up a cell phone he had never seen before in the hall. Except for Tong Huai, there was no one else.

The caller seems to be in a hurry and the ringer keeps ringing.

She didn't know the name on the note, thinking that since she was looking for Tong Huai, she would say that Tong Huai is here.

Shang Cong Shucai picked up the phone, and there was a slight smirk in his ear.

"Miss Tong, I spent so much energy to open this studio, if Feng Xin is unwilling to come, are you obliged to bear my loss?"

Shang Cong Shu frowned, unable to speak.

Fu Qinghe said again: "I am too presumptuous during the day, I don't want to lose my favorite photographer because of a joke about pursuing Fengxin."

These talkers were confused from Shu Ting, but only after they understood the sentence to pursue the wind, their faces fell, their brows and eyes lost a smile, and they muttered in anger, "You can't chase after them. , Feng Xin won't like you."

The other side was obviously stunned for two seconds, and then smiled more excitedly, "Sister Xiaoshu."

Shang Congshu's eyes changed suddenly, and he asked: "...you know me?"

"Well,

The first time I saw you—" Fu Qinghe recalled, speaking slowly, and then continued: "You secretly took Xiaofeng's mobile phone and started a video with me, asked me for help, and asked me to help You called the police, I thought Xiaofeng really did something illegal, so I called the police to go. "

Fu Qinghe only learned later that Feng Xin had a girlfriend who was not very normal and had been with her for many years.

She also went to see Shang Congshu, for no particular reason, Shang Congshu would make a video for her when he got Fengxin mobile phone, as for why she was chosen every time, it was probably because she was just right It is Fengxin's recent contact, and the WeChat chat box will be placed at the top.

Shang Congshu forcibly stayed by his side.

She couldn't tell whether those words were true or false. When Shang Congshu communicated with her in the video, his logic was normal, calm and rational, which was different from the mental illness she thought.

So Fu Qinghe went to see it a few times, all wanting to confirm whether Shang Congshu really needed help. After getting along face-to-face, she realized that Shang Congshu was not like a normal person. same place.

Xin is a human trafficker who abducts and sells girls, and tomorrow Fengxin is a scumbag who cheats.

Occasionally she will receive emotional consultation from Shang Congshu, crying like a small cat, sobbing and saying that Feng Xin will not buy new clothes, how can I let Feng Xin give her flowers money?

Look at the Taobao link, it is a very interesting set of secretary professional clothes.

She was also curious, why didn't Fengxin buy it? It was only after detailed inquiry that it turned out that Shang Congshu was going to buy it for Feng Xin to wear.

"Why don't I remember you?" Shang Congshu asked.

I just feel strange, why does she have no impression of what this person said?

"Really? That may be because your memory is incomplete. Unlike a vegetative person who has been sleeping all the time, she will never have a chance to start over." Fu Qinghe wrote lightly, saying There was a faint feeling of loss in it.

Unless she died, the comatose person would not be able to leave the original world. That sad woman could only spend the rest of her life in the hospital with a mutilated body.

Although Shang Congshu didn't quite understand, he wanted to clarify his doubts.

Feng Xin will take a shower, wipe her hair with one hand, and come out of the bathroom, "Cong Shu, is Xiao Huai's boyfriend calling?"

Fu Qinghe naturally heard Feng Xin's voice, and said goodbye to Shang Congshu, "Sister Xiaoshu, let's chat next time."

In the last life, Shang Congshu talked to Fu Qinghe more than Feng Xin had communicated with Fu Qinghe for twenty years in the company.

Strictly speaking, the two of them are a little more familiar.

Feng Xin only talks about business affairs, and Shang Cong Shuneng has a lot of thoughts, starting from picking a few guava from a neighbor's house when he was a child.

Shang Congshu looked at the phone that was hung up, confused, and felt inexplicable.

She put the phone back on the table, ran to Fengxin, got into Fengxin's arms, hooked the neckline of the thick nightgown with her fingertips, buried her chest deeply, between her lips He let out a vague sigh of satisfaction.

"She's a very strange woman." Shang Congshu wrapped Feng Xin's neck and asked Feng Xin to hug her. She was dizzy when she heard those words, and only picked the ones she could understand. Part of the focus is, "Is it true that you want to pursue you? You didn't tell me."

She didn't disbelieve Feng Xin, she knew that Feng Xin had suitors, and had seen some shameless people, Feng Xin would tell her carefully before.

Now suddenly one appears, Feng Xin didn't report it to her, which shows how special the woman who appeared halfway.

Feng Xin almost subconsciously guessed who Shang Congshu was talking about. She supported her legs around her waist, carried him into the bedroom, and closed the door.

"Didn't you block me?" Gritting his teeth, he pinched Shang Congshu's soft flesh, "Why didn't I tell you? Where should I go?"

Shang Congshu was pinched and groaned, her face flushed, she was placed in the middle of the bed, turned over, and pressed Fengxin into the quilt, "Then I'll give you a chance to say, Who is that girl? How did you meet? What does she look like? Are you heartbroken?"

Feng Xin was pressed against his chest by Shang Congshu with his fingertips, lying flat on the bed, looking up, he could see the coquettish woman lying above, "I know her from work, what does she look like? Not heartbroken."

Shang Congshu fiddled with his hair with his index finger, and used the end of his hair to scratch Fengxin's ears, "Don't skip the question."

Feng Xin was a little itchy, and her ears were hot, and she surrendered: "Okay, okay... She is now the owner of a photography studio, she is... er... You can't be angry, if you are angry, Then I do not talk about it."

"Heh." Shang Congshu folded his arms and stared at Feng Xin condescendingly, "What else? Judging from your reaction, I think this boss must be as beautiful as a fairy, and can seduce your soul!"

Feng Xin was amused by Shang Congshu, and the tiger's mouth rubbed on the waist that was not full of grip, "If my soul is hooked, who is the person lying here?"

She thinks that Fu Qinghe doesn't match the word "Tianxian", she looks like a fisherman, very A, it can trigger Ji Da, and making eye contact with lying p, can make the other party's legs go crazy .

But she doesn't care about Fu Qinghe, it has nothing to do with her appearance, or her attacking and receiving attributes, it is purely because she has Shang Congshu. The two women were heartbroken.

Speaking of which, because of the fact that Shang Congshu often took her mobile phone in the previous life and wanted to start a video with Fu Qinghe, she was very resistant, which made her chest tight for a long time.

Standing at Shang Congshu's starting point, Fu Qinghe helped to report to the police, so subconsciously thought that it was effective to ask Fu Qinghe for help, so there was such a move to ask Fu Qinghe.

Feng Xin will still be sulking all by herself, which makes her want to strip away Shang Congshu and clean up as long as she thinks about it now.

"Will you be unhappy when I go to work under her?" Feng Xin asked, she wanted to hear what Shang Congshu thought.

Shang Congshu: "Why are you unhappy? You are here to make money, not to pick up girls."

Speaking like this, Shang Congshu still has a sense of crisis.

Her sense of crisis has continued, and it has nothing to do with where Feng Xin works. Even if Feng Xin changes to another working environment, she will still be like this.

Shang Congshu can always listen to others, that the sense of security is for herself, she can't do it, she lies beside Feng Xin and feels that wherever Feng Xin is, she can meet for love People who are **** and don't care about anything.

Especially Tong Huai…

"A Xin, why did you give Tong Huai earrings?" She lay in Feng Xin's arms and was hugged by Feng Xin's arms.

Feng Xin didn't think much about it and said truthfully: "Huh? Xiaohuai likes it very much, it's just a small gift for her."

Even if Tong Huai didn't go to the internship, she would give Tong Huai something small one day. The two of them have been getting along like this, and there is no special meaning.

"You don't think Tong Huai..."

Shang Congshu couldn't go on.

This is half of the words, Feng Xin can also guess what it means, not only Shang Congshu said this, "If I really called Tong Huai, how could it be possible for so many years to be just friend?"

This already proves the problem. If he is moved, he will not be just a best friend for so long, not to mention that Tong Huai still feels a little uncomfortable with homosexuality, both psychologically and physically.

She doesn't think that a woman who feels physical discomfort at the thought of being **** will like someone of the same gender.

"Then what if she really likes you?" Shang Congshu asked, "Will you be with her?"

Although Feng Xin thinks this assumption is not valid, in order to appease Shang Congshu, he also obeys this assumption, "No. If Xiaohuai really likes me, I will not be able to associate with her, since childhood. Growing up together, I regarded her as my own sister, and with family and friendship, I couldn't accept that she had other feelings for me."

…

The lights in the hall were off and it was pitch black.

I don't know how long it took, she squatted down slowly, listening to the voice inside gradually become ambiguous and warm, she had to stand up against the wall and walk to another room.