MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 91 ,pain

Feng Xin didn't expect that, making a joke, bickering, and making Shang Congshu cry, this little crying bag.

She wanted to bring people over, Shang Congshu turned his back to her, and when her hand was about to touch the clothes, he moved another two inches to prevent her from touching.

The temperature is very dull now, the room is air-conditioned, and it will be cold if it is not covered with a quilt.

"How can you dislike it." Feng Xin explained, pulling Shang Congshu's hand and rubbing the quilt, "If I think your skills are not good, why don't I find another woman? Can stand loneliness, just talk to you?"

As she spoke, she wanted to laugh, for fear of making Shang Congshu cry more, she just endured it.

Even at Feng Xin's most youthful age, most of the things in bed are thinking about Shang Congshu, the well-behaved Shang Congshu, the eccentric Shang Congshu, naughty The temptation, the coquettish... all can make her blushing.

On the other hand, she has no idea of ​​being possessed by Shang Congshu. As long as Shang Congshu likes it, she can cooperate with her in any way, not to mention dislike or dislike.

"Who knows you." Shang Congshu snorted, and said in a coquettish voice, "You are so sullen, will you say loneliness?"

Hearing this, Feng Xin couldn't help laughing, she hugged the person from behind, rubbed her cheek against her soft shoulder, "It's so easy to cry, I don't dare to tease you."

She sincerely said that Shang Congshu's heart is still at the stage of a young girl, not like the reaction of a 40-year-old woman.

Although there is nothing wrong, but she is worried that she and Shang Congshu will have a cross gap... There is no intersection in career and school, and the circle of friends is completely different. It doesn't seem like a very good development.

Shang Congshu didn't notice Feng Xin's worrying melancholy, he was easily satisfied by being coaxed by Feng Xin, he turned around and threw Feng Xin down, "In order to punish you, I'm going to take cream ice cream and spread it all over your body ."

Feng Xin: "Do you really want to cover your body?"

Shang Congshu's face was dry/hot, "Look, look at your performance!"

Leaving this sentence, Shang Congshu left the room and went to the refrigerator to find ice cream.

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table suddenly rang two message prompts, Feng Xin picked it up and looked at it, it was the information of Shang Congshu's dormitory group Aite, as if there was a form to fill out.

Feng Xin was afraid that Shang Congshu would miss some important information to write, so he unlocked it with a familiar password and clicked in. There was a list on WeChat, and there was an unread red dot at the top.

She didn't think much about it, and clicked in to read it. The chat records were full of pages and pages, all of which Shang Congshu's friends talked about her.

Literature and Art Department - Zhang Qin: [Share a story #A man in a certain city tied his sick wife to a tree and starved to death because his wife was mentally ill #Did you see this news? So horrible, the autopsy result is starvation. 】

Shang Congshu: [I see, it was pushed by Weibo. (Put your hands and hands.jpg]

Zhang Qin: [How scary, will your girlfriend treat you like this in the future? 】

Shang Congshu put it lightly: [In about twenty years, I will. 】

Zhang Qin just asked casually, but Shang Congshu unexpectedly said something amazing: [Mom! ! I don't understand. 】

Shang Congshu seemed very calm: [Don't be shocked, patience and love are limited and will be worn away. If one day she does such a thing, I shouldn't be surprised. 】

"Good sister~" Shang Congshu came back with two cups of ice cream in his hand and a spoon in his mouth.

Seeing Feng Xin looking at her mobile phone, she didn't have much reaction. She got into bed and leaned over slowly. When she glanced at the mobile phone page, her face turned pale.

She grabbed the mobile phone, two boxes of ice cream fell on the bed, the white cream almost rubbed against the quilt, and she ignored it completely, "What are you doing with my mobile phone?"

Shang Congshu was a little angry, and more often he used anger to cover up some kind of guilty conscience.

Feng Xin didn't have much expression on his face, and asked indifferently: "Can't you turn it over?"

The first contact between them was that Shang Congshu took the initiative to exchange passwords. All her social accounts were recorded on Shang Congshu's computer, mobile phone and tablet.

Shang Congshu can log in as he wants, and even pretend to be her tone and reply to her list.

Feng Xin doesn't like to read these, she has a password and has never logged in, just today, Shang Congshu asked her about flipping her phone, can she flip it? Why can't she see it?

Shang pulled down from Shu's ears, "That's not what you mean..."

Feng Xin didn't want to make noise, took a deep breath and lay down to sleep.

Shang Congshu refused to let go and pulled Feng Xin up, "Are you angry?"

This matter has been thought about tonight, but Shang Congshu wants to ask now, she doesn't want to say anything hurtful when she is angry.

Feng Xin refrained from attacking, but said in a deep voice, "Don't make wild guesses with your friends? I don't want to be a bad person in the eyes of your friends."

Otherwise, in the future, she will have some conflicts with Shang Congshu, small quarrels, and Shang Congshu's friends will persuade them to break up.

Shang Congshu was depressed, holding the phone in his hand, his fingernails were white, and he whispered, "But I didn't say anything wrong, didn't you treat me like this..."

In the last life, Feng Xin fired Shang Congshu's favorite cook and replaced it with another one. The new cook found that there was a patient in Shang Congshu at home. Meals are delivered on time.

These winds can be seen clearly in the monitoring.

The whole bedroom was suddenly eerily quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Xin wiped her face and sneered, "So you always thought in your heart that I would still treat you like that in the future?"

Perhaps Shang Congshu does not get sick, and their happiness index will be very high. Once the status quo cannot be maintained, it will be a repeat of the same mistakes.

Feng Xin couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, she felt that the relationship between Shang Congshu and her was ridiculous, "Then why don't you break up with me? Go find someone who can be good to you until you are old, and can be good to you. Consistent woman, or... man?"

pop

Shang Congshu was angry, panting heavily, "What did you say!"

The force was not light, and half of Feng Xin's face quickly turned red.

She lifted the quilt and brought nothing but the key on the table.

Shang Cong Shu hurriedly followed, "Where are you going? Don't go!"

It wasn't too late outside, it was midsummer, and the snack street was still very lively, Shang Congshu didn't want Feng Xin to leave with emotion.

Feng Xin walked to the living room door, and stopped just as she put her hand on the doorknob. She didn't know what to think. She stood at the entrance for half a minute and then turned back to the hall.

The key was thrown on the ground by her, which was enough to show how bad she was.

Feng Xin did not leave, sitting on the sofa, but her face was gloomy.

Shang Cong heaved a sigh of relief and leaned over, regretting that he just slapped Feng Xin, "Does it hurt?"

I was really **** off by what Feng Xin said. Who can keep calm when he hears his girlfriend drive him out to find someone else?

Although she was angry, when she saw Feng Xin's slightly swollen face, she regretted it to the death.

Shang Congshu raised his hand and wanted to rub Feng Xin's face, but was directly blocked by Feng Xin.

Feng Xin's eyes were red and she looked at the woman next to her coldly, "Do you know why I came back?"

She looked at Shang Congshu with a hint of sneer, not sure if she was mocking herself or the relationship between them.

Feng Xin said: "I am afraid that if I go out like this and leave you alone at home, you will be afraid, cry, and if it is not good for your condition, I don't want to say more, for fear of irritating you. ."

Because she has to take into account Shang Congshu's illness, she can't go out to relax. In the face of Shang Congshu's question about flipping her phone, she can't be unfair to Shang Congshu.

There are many things she can't do, and many things she can't say.

Feng Xin is about to go crazy, she can't have any emotions, just because of Shang Congshu's special situation, Shang Congshu is a patient, and Shang Congshu cannot be stimulated.

They quarreled, Shang Congshu slapped her recklessly, and she couldn't speak a single word.

Not a day or two, a year or two, but twenty years.

Shang Cong Shu's heart tightened suddenly and hugged Feng Xin, "Wife, I'm sorry."

Those three words have no effect.

She didn't push Shang Congshu away, she couldn't push, even a small movement could make Shang Congshu cry, she is very tired now, from head to toe.

She didn't say anything, she didn't reject Shang Congshu's closeness, and the grief that lingered in her heart overflowed.

Feng Xin's silence is more painful than speaking.

Shang Congshu stayed where he was, at a loss, they were fine half an hour ago...

She was a little dazed, picked up the key on the ground, went back to the bedroom and took out a coat, and put the key and wallet into her clothes pocket.

"You go out and relax." Shang Congshu came out, draped his clothes on his shoulders, sat down obediently, and said softly: "You can chat with friends, go to the ice rink, play basketball , have a drink...you can."

She blinked her eyes hard and continued: "I won't cry, and I won't be afraid, but you... come back tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast."