MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 81 ,cause of death

After arriving home, Shang Congshu was in charge of dismantling the courier. There was a new Taj Mahal at home, which was different from her previous style. Two small new buildings and a new flower roof were added. It looks like more luxurious.

She took it apart, thinking of something, and went to the refrigerator to take a look...

Not finding what she was looking for, she went back to the bedroom to look, her eyes fell on the Fengxin wallet, and she couldn't find it after pulling it twice.

Shang Congshu remembered that there was a photo she put in the former Taj Mahal, and she lost it for some reason. Although the photo was nothing special, she didn't put it properly. She always felt that cold.

Feng Xin, who was cooking in the kitchen, noticed Shang Congshu's movement and asked, "Cong Shu, what are you looking for?"

Shang Congshu casually flipped, "No, a small pendant is missing, I'll look for it..."

Feng Xin is very sensitive to Shang Congshu's emotions. She always pays attention to it and is not easily dismissed. She came out to see Shang Congshu and asked carefully, "What pendant? Huh?"

She was worried about whether Shang Congshu had hallucinations, and if something was wrong, she could be attracted.

Shang Congshu: "It's... the zipper in the bag, the plush tail."

Feng Xin had an impression and said, "I took it and dried it on the balcony."

Seeing Shang Congshu going to the balcony, Feng Xin didn't think about it any more, thinking that Shang Congshu was really looking for a pendant.

I was about to fall asleep in the evening. Shang Congshu took a shower in the bathroom. She closed her eyes and poured hot water on her face, relieving her fatigue from playing for nearly a day.

When she came out, she saw that Feng Xin was asleep on the bed, breathing deeply and evenly, so she didn't use the hairdryer, and simply wiped the wet hair in front of her forehead with a towel.

The cat lowered her waist, gently crawled to Feng Xin's side on the bed, touched Feng Xin's face with her fingers, worried that she would make a noise, and did not exert any strength.

This strangeness is too strong, she can't help but describe Feng Xin's sleeping appearance over and over again, she feels no stranger, she has done the same action many times, why this time...

"What's the matter?" Feng Xin's voice was hoarse, rustling and sleepy.

Shang Congshu paused at her fingertips, and she slowly retracted her hand, "A Xin, did you really die suddenly in your last life?"

Feng Xin's heart skipped a beat, and she was completely drowsy. She sat up from the bed and stroked the woman in front of her with the back of her hand.

Xin's cause of death.

"What are you thinking about at night?" Feng Xin kneaded along Shang Congshu with her fingertips, and hugged the person, her face was the same, "Will I lie to you?"

In order to increase the credibility, Feng Xin also carefully listed the working situation at the time, "You don't know how difficult it is to serve some stars, just the one who makes literary films, and he will play around after Xiaobang. Big name, the apprentice I brought out was scolded and cried by her, and their studio even made things difficult for us, saying that the propaganda photos we took deliberately smeared her, and invited the navy to pour dirty water, every day for these bad things..."

Feng Xin said a lot about the mental pressure and physical exhaustion during that time, and she was tossed by work and could not eat well and sleep well.

"After a long time, it's not normal to fall down one day?" She said seriously.

Shang Congshu listened to this, and a painting seemed to automatically form in his mind, vividly in his mind, "Hug my wife."

She lay on Feng Xin, "Then why did you choose this job?"

Feng Xin answered without hesitation, "It's hard to do what you love, and it just happens to be a job to support your family. In life, you spend most of your time doing what you like. How many people can't ask for it? I'm very hapiness."

Although it is inevitable that bad things will happen during the work process, Feng Xin likes it very much. Her love for this job is much more than the bad mood when she encounters bad things.

She lowered her head to look at Shang Congshu, the mouth did not ask anything, but her face was solemn, as if recalling something, with a serious expression.

Fengxin fingertips stroking into Shang Congshu pajamas and wandering freely.

Shang Congshu bowed his body subconsciously, all his thoughts were distracted, he covered Feng Xin's abusive hand through his clothes, "Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep now."

She blushed, the sheets tangled and crumpled under her toes.

Feng Xin did not stop, her lips curved upwards, "I was going to sleep, but you touched and kissed me on my body, preventing me from falling asleep, so you must not coax me to sleep."

Shang Congshu's face became hot, he let go of Feng Xin's hand, and pushed Feng Xin's shoulders again, retorting: "Where can you touch and kiss? Me, I'm..."

She was suddenly at a loss for words, and she couldn't speak for a while. She couldn't say why. She didn't know what was wrong with herself. It felt strange, as if she had forgotten something very important and special. .

Especially when she touched Feng Xin's face and repeated what she had done countless times, the strange feeling became deeper and clearer, even seeing Feng Xin sleeping in a trance.

Feng Xin didn't ask any further questions. She swayed Shang Congshu to change into pajamas that she had just put on, and continued to do what she wanted to do. Not only did she not listen to Shang Congshu's suggestion to sleep, but it continued unexpectedly.

In the past, they were often intemperate in this regard, but they basically slept in the second half of the night, which is rarely the case now, when they are still in high spirits in the second half of the night.

In the end, she even changed other strategies, all kinds of flattery and boasting, when she said that she blushed, her eyes were wet, and she begged for mercy.

Feng Xin saw Shang Congshu really want to sleep, so she let go of the woman in her arms.

Shang Congshu did not speak this time, and Feng Xin took the initiative to turn off the indoor lights, so dark that there was no trace of light.

She went back to the bed, tucked the quilt, put her heart on Shang Cong's soft back, and put her arms around him.

Feng Xin's forehead rested on Shang Congshu's body, without the slightest drowsiness, and the joy that just happened did not really immerse her physically and mentally.

Why did Cong Shu suddenly ask about these things, because he is in good spirits now, and even his broken memories are recovering intermittently?

Then she doesn't seem to be able to hide it for a long time, but if she wants to say it herself, she doesn't know how to mention it.

She never took that incident as a thorn, and she never complained about Cong Shu, but Cong Shu would never forgive herself.

Feng Xin had something hidden in her heart. She lay silently for an hour or two without sleepiness. She didn't even move her posture, for fear that Shang Congshu would find her awake and ask her the cause of death again.

She suddenly became suspicious, why is the woman in her arms still motionless? As usual, when Su Shu fell asleep, she would turn over, either rubbing against her in a daze, or hugging her waist. It seemed that she slept very quietly tonight...

Feng Xin wanted to caress Shang Congshu's outline in the dark night, but her fingertips were caught off guard by the icy dampness, her breath stagnated, and her fingertips curled up.

"Cong Shu..." She put it on Shang Congshu's shoulder, her tone weakened.

In just a few seconds, my palms were sweating.

She didn't know how long Shang Congshu had been crying, tears were all over her face, until the hot temperature turned cold, and new tears flowed from her eyes.

Shang Cong gently held Feng Xin's hand on her chest, and didn't speak. She even breathed slowly and evenly, without gasping.

The tears that flowed from her eyes could not hide the stormy waves in her heart.

She always thought she was a very familiar lover. For the first time, she was puzzled. What was Feng Xin in the mood to live with a woman who killed herself every day?

But what did she do, she actually wet the pillow and put a lover who had no defense against her alive...

"Baby." Feng Xin's voice lingered in Shang Congshu's ear, and Feng Xin's soft lips touched the entire auricle.

Shang Congshu couldn't breathe a little. One hand grabbed her heart and trapped her in a container without any oxygen.

She was hugged by Feng Xin, and Feng Xin seemed to be afraid of hurting her, so she didn't dare to talk to her lightly. A man with a broken heart.

"A Xin." She whispered, her voice completely out of shape, very hoarse, and her moist eyes were soaked on the warm skin of Feng Xin.

She muttered: "...why aren't you afraid?"

Is there anyone in this world who is not afraid of those who have killed themselves? She clearly remembered that Feng Xin had just been reborn into the present world, and she wiped her body and combed her hair every day when she was still in a coma after a car accident.

Doing these things over and over again to reassure her and soothe her fears.

"Why not go..." Shang Congshu murmured.

Feng Xin didn't answer, she hugged the person and gradually tightened her arms.

She didn't tell Shang Congshu, she had fought countless times in her heart about whether to leave or not.

Sometimes she is also angry, Shang Congshu gets angry, refuses to wear clothes, refuses to eat well, does not know how to teach, ignores people, just listens to her shouting, looks at her Confused and anxious, she huddled in the corner and said nothing.

She felt so tired, every time a ruthless thought came to her, Shang Congshu asked her to hug him, and all over the house he was looking for her to tie her hair. You have to give her half of it, and you have to eat the same piece with her.

She thought to herself, she didn't seem to be so tired again, and she was cute occasionally, and wanted to coax her.

Shang Congshu couldn't calm down, Feng Xin's silent hug was giving her strength constantly, so that she would not think of those cruel scenes and would collapse.

"Wife..." She circled Feng Xin's neck, vaguely looking for Feng Xin's lips, "I love you so much."

It seems that the words she said are completely opposite to what she has done, and she hastily added, "It's true."

Feng Xin has never questioned the authenticity of this sentence, and it may have worn off a lot in the last life, but she believes that the moment Shang Congshu said it, it was sincere.

"Yeah." She held Shang Congshu's face and wiped the tears with her thumb, "I don't blame you."