MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 83 ,cute

Feng Xin didn't live in her hometown for a long time, she came back from a leave of absence, and went back after two days.

On this day, her mobile phone has a comic app to push. This software will select a popular comic to promote every week.

Occasionally, when Fengxin finds something you are interested in, she will keep it in the bookshelf for more updates.

The new one this week seems to be a suspenseful horror comic. Pull down the notification bar and only see the title of the work "Human Skin Girlfriend"

Taking advantage of the lunch break at work, she clicked in and took a look. The cover was a pair of lesbians, and one of the women had half of her face on her girlfriend, which was very strange and scary.

Why is this style so similar to Shang Congshu?

Feng Xin took a look at the author again, and she really has the circle name of Shang Congshu. but quite high.

She knew that Shang Cong and her friends on the Internet had established an online studio in partnership, but Shang Cong Shu was not interested in painting and worked as a screenwriter in the studio.

This is my first time as a screenwriter and main artist.

Feng Xin looks at the work that has just been released and has more than 10,000 likes. This is estimated to be the prelude to the explosion.

Originally, she was going to have a dinner with her colleagues today, but she apologized and shied away after get off work, and planned to take Shang Cong Shu to eat out to celebrate.

When Feng Xin came home, the door was actually closed.

Just as she walked to the entrance, Feng Xin heard a familiar voice of conversation coming from the living room.

Professor Shang must have just arrived, and the hot tea on the table is still steaming.

Shang Congshu glanced at the clock on the wall subconsciously, and said, "A Xin is having dinner with his colleagues. It may be late when they come back. Dad, are you looking for A Xin? It will take a while."

Professor Shang shook his head, he took off his glasses and put them back in his jacket pocket, "I'll look for you instead of her."

It's not right, he has something to say to Shang Congshu.

The man rubbed his eyes and looked at the electronic devices for almost a whole day to relieve fatigue, "If nothing else, your aunt's imprisonment is a foregone conclusion, but the official trial is not so soon, your uncle I hope we can issue a letter of understanding."

Shang Congshu's expression changed slightly, and Professor Shang reassured, "Don't worry, I didn't agree."

"I'm here to see how your treatment at home is going recently?" he asked.

listed.

He came over to see if Shang Congshu's condition improved.

Shang Congshu didn't think much about it, and said, "A Xin will take me to the hospital regularly for check-ups and change the medicine according to the course of treatment, which has been very stable."

Professor Shang's eyes were dark and unclear, "It's good... By the way, did you go home with Xiaofeng?"

He doesn't recommend his daughter to go to Fengxin's house so early, how long has it been since they've been dating, what are you doing with her so early? If the negotiation fails in the end, will it not damage the reputation of the two?

Seeing Shang Congshu's dodging reaction, Professor Shang knew that he was right.

"Shu Shu, do you really want to be with Xiaofeng for the rest of your life? The two of you are together, and you won't be able to get a marriage certificate in the future."

A marriage that is not protected by the law will not work out.

Professor Shang saw what Shang Congshu was about to say, and interrupted directly, "I'm not here to persuade you to break up, you don't have to stress to me how your relationship with Xiaofeng is. Your mother married me back then. , I have a house, a car, and a stable career. I didn't let her suffer, and I don't ask Xiaofeng to be like me, but she is really not a good match for you."

Even if they are girls, they don't require Fengxin to be so powerful and powerful, so they can't be so far from Shang Congshu.

"Don't blame me for speaking badly, Xiaofeng is an art examinee, and went to a university to study photography, and his cultural score is not high." He believes that a person's future can be seen from these aspects. Seven or eighty.

Professor Shang continued to use his own experience of looking at people, and talked with Shang Congshu, "But you are different, you are admitted to the school's Chinese language and literature major, with your strength, continue to study a little problem nothing.

In the future, you can engage in research and teaching like my grandfather. It’s not about making money, but about your social status, social circle, and the environment you’re in contact with. Neither of you will be in the same world. "

When a person reaches a certain level, it is useless to make money, and they have to pursue fame and status.

As far as he knows, Feng Xin likes to play motorcycles and join the hip-hop club at school. Can these hobbies achieve anything? It's all young people to pass the time.

His daughter is good at writing articles and drawing comics, and has quite a good popularity in these fields. If the new works can be successfully listed in Korea, the fame will be even higher.

Shang Congshu frowned. He didn't like to hear this, so he found a topic to divert from, "Dad, did you just come from school? Would you like something to eat?"

Professor business is indeed a little tired, "Just order some noodles."

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In a barbecue restaurant, Fu Qinghe was half a meter away from the employees. Where she sat, there were two empty seats on the left and right sides.

Although the surrounding employees did not dare to get too close to Fu Qinghe, and they were a little hard to let go at first, but the atmosphere came up, and they all had fun with their colleagues, which was very lively.

The chair next to her was suddenly pulled away. Fu Qinghe raised her eyes and saw that it was Feng Xin.

Fu Qinghe took out a few cans from the two boxes of beer under the table, "Drink?"

In this barbecue restaurant, there are waiters who will be in charge of roasting the meat, so there is no need for customers to do it themselves.

Feng Xin wanted to look fine, so she casually took the meat dish closest to her on the table and put it on the server's hand.

The beer was cold, and Feng Xin drank some one after another. I don’t know if the wine was too choking or what, but Feng Xin’s eyes were always foggy.

She turned her face and said to the waiter, "Please don't brush the chili sauce."

Fu Qinghe didn't eat much, drove over, and didn't drink. She looked at Feng Xin and seemed a little drunk, and suggested, "Would you like to take my car back after the end?"

Feng Xin did not agree, "No need for Mr. Fu, I'll just take a taxi."

With so many colleagues here, it was too deliberate for Fu Qinghe to send her home alone. She didn't think much about it. As a group of people who were also reborn, it was normal to treat them a little bit special.

But she is Lala's business. Colleagues all know that Fu Qinghe's sexual orientation is the same. She doesn't want to be seen by others, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Fu Qinghe smiled, "Go to the bathroom and wash your face, I think you are about to cry."

Feng Xin explained, "Spicy."

Although she said this, she was really afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions in front of so many people, so she got up and went to the bathroom.

Feng Xin rushed cold water on his face for half a minute, but did not calm down. The person in the mirror laughed worse than crying, his eyes were red, and he was in a haggard state.

She didn't go back to the lively party, she slipped away alone, and was about to greet Fu Qinghe on WeChat when a car stopped in front of her, and Fu Qinghe was in the car.

Feng Xin had no choice but to give up, opened the car door, got in the co-pilot, and reported the address to Fu Qinghe.

Fengxin's phone rang once, but Fengxin didn't answer.

Fu Qinghe glanced in the rearview mirror and wondered, "Did you quarrel with your girlfriend?"

Feng Xin looked at the busy traffic outside the window, her eyes were distracted, she was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Fu, do you think I am a good match for Cong Shu?"

Fu Qinghe has a deep understanding of this topic, she understands Feng Xin's situation in seconds, but what she understands is Shang Congshu's side.

The girlfriend she brought home as an adult, none of her parents liked it.

"Puchi..." Fu Qinghe laughed out loud, even though Feng Xin was so old in her heart, she was still able to ask such a little girl's question, "How come there are so many rules and regulations? They like each other. It's suitable, it's suitable if you like it."

Feng Xin looked lonely, thinking of the conversation she heard in the porch, her eyes were sore again, "Does Cong Shu think so too? Why don't you protect me in front of her dad..."

Isn’t it uncomfortable for Shu to listen to Professor Shang’s words that look down on her? In the eyes of Professor Shang, what she has done during this period is not worth mentioning, and in Cong Shu's eyes, it is not worth helping her with such a sentence or a sentence?

Even she doesn't need much maintenance, just simply express her liking and choose her, that's enough.

But Shang Congshu said nothing.

Fu Qinghe guessed a very likely reason, "Maybe I'm annoying, sometimes my parents keep nagging me about the same thing, I'm annoyed , I am too lazy to speak if I have an opinion, and it does not affect my continuing to do what I like."

Feng Xin blinked hard, holding back the sour feeling and the uncontrollable water vapor.

It's always been like this, can you just not care?

The car arrived at the community, Feng Xin was not too drunk, and when she got off the car, her pace was steady, so Fu Qinghe did not send her up.

She took a photo of Feng Xin's back, sent it to Tong Huai, and edited the text: [I will help you deliver your drunk girlfriend to home safely, how do you reward me? 】

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After the call to Feng Xin was rejected, Shang Congshu thought that Feng Xin was busy and did not dare to make a second call. , the door opened.

She trotted over and smelled strong wine before she saw anyone.

He held Feng Xin's hand and rubbed it.

Feng Xin was not cold, but a little hot, she pulled her hand back and said lightly, "I didn't drink much."

Seeing Feng Xin walking towards the bathroom, Shang Congshu followed, but Feng Xin walked very fast, she reached out and grabbed the corner of Feng Xin's clothes, "Do you want to take a bath? I'll help you, Stop falling."

Although Feng Xin doesn't seem to be very drunk, but the smell of alcohol on her body is very heavy, and it doesn't look like she hasn't drunk much.

Feng Xin suddenly stopped, pursed her lips, neither refused nor nodded.

Shang Congshuo walked in front of Feng Xin, saw that Feng Xin did not speak or respond to her, and looked at Feng Xin from a quiet distance.

When she had seen enough, she put her hands on Fengxin's shoulders, stood up on tiptoe and covered her hot and slightly drunk lips, biting her teeth lingeringly, she wrapped tightly around Fengxin's neck, Deepen the kiss, panting and confused.

She only let go of Fengxin after the kiss was full, and her index finger poked Fengxin's face, her heart was crisp and numb...

What's wrong with A Xin, she's so cute after drinking.