MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 21 , onset

The wind is sick.

After staying up all night and blowing the cold wind for several hours, she had a fever again and came back to take medicine, but her temperature did not mean to drop at all.

She plans to go to the hospital later if the fever does not subside.

Fengxin exposed Luo Ying's crime of coercion and seduction to students and impostor to the Youth Daily two days ago. They also attach great importance to it and sent Fengxin an email tonight.

You want Fengxin to show evidence that those manuscripts were indeed written by Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu's current situation is awake and confused for a while, so it is not suitable for him to come forward in person.

Feng Xin thought about it, and it is not enough to find out the chat records that Luo Ying threatened Shang Congshu, the iron proof must be to get the original manuscript of Shang Congshu, to prove that the date of the manuscript written by Shang Congshu is more recent. It was early to report Luo Ying successfully.

She dropped the mailbox, turned around and went to the bedroom to turn over the computer.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Shang Congshu lying on the plush carpet with Lego bricks, swaying his calves, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Shang came back from Shu and changed into a light and luxurious skirt with a ruffled neckline. The pants were gone, and the entire soft waist and buttocks were exposed in the air.

Feng Xin stepped forward, stretched out her hand and pulled Shang down from her skirt to sort it out, "It doesn't matter at home, you can't mess around like this outside."

She supported Shang Cong to relax her waist, fondly rubbed it with the tiger's mouth, and glanced at the Lego on the blanket.

Shang Congshu curled up his legs, changed his posture from lying on his stomach to sitting, and said, "Of course I know you can't wear this outside, and I'm not a fool."

“…”

Feng Xin saw that Shang Congshu was in a sober state, and took the opportunity to ask, "Cong Shu, which file are the manuscripts you wrote before? Call it out and show it to me."

She did not directly say about reporting Luo Ying, worried that the final result would not be very good, which would stimulate Shang Congshu.

"Axin, you've changed." The woman sighed suddenly and took apart the Lego that was about to be assembled again.

Feng Xin's heart tightened, "Huh?"

Shang Congshu pursed his lips, his eyes full of frustration.

She felt that Fengxin was not the same as before. She seemed to have lost that strong demand for her. In the past, Fengxin was not enough for her. He died on her bed.

Can't you see Feng Xin? She did it on purpose! How can you help her to organize her clothes in a serious manner? ? ? Completely different from what she had planned.

How dare she say such a small abacus.

Another indignant sigh.

Shang Cong Shu was about to get the computer, but Feng Xin hugged her before she got up. Her eyes lit up, and she thought Feng Xin was enlightened.

Feng Xin stroked the back of her head and coaxed slowly, "If you have something unpleasant, tell me."

I don’t know if Feng Xin is too gentle, giving Shang Congshu a sense that the person in front of her is not the shy and shy senior who blushed when she was nervous, but rather like a mature and older Feng Xin, Fading away the greenness, it is full of softness precipitated by the years.

For a moment, Shang Congshu rushed to Feng Xin and experienced many painful thoughts. Before she could think about it, she hugged Feng Xin tightly.

Suddenly exclaimed, "Why are you so hot?"

I don’t know how long Fengxin has been hot, but the high temperature can be seen with one hand through the clothes. So amazing, don't you feel it at all?"

Her worries were all on her face, her eyes were full of Feng Xin, and everything was left behind, only thinking about Feng Xin's physical condition.

The wind was in place, just watching Shang Congshu busy for her, and anxiously called a taxi...

Feng Xin doesn't really care, she has long been used to it, no matter what changes in her body, she is used to putting Shang Congshu first.

When she even went to the hospital to see a doctor, she had to worry about what to do if she had to get a drip? She can only take a simple fever-reducing needle. If she hangs a hanging bottle, she doesn't know how long she will stay in the hospital.

Shang Congshu became ill, and he would definitely not be able to sit still in the hospital.

Now she is suddenly being cared for by Shang Congshu for a long time, and Feng Xin's eyes are uncontrollably moist.

She held Shang Congshu's hand and pressed it tightly to her face, panting in a low voice, "I want to be ill for a longer time..."

Such a word without beginning or end, Shang Congshu was confused, she didn't know Feng Xin had not been so nervous for a long time.

If Shang Congshu was so worried about having a fever, then Feng Xin really had such an extravagant hope.

Shang Congshu couldn't help muttering, "You're talking nonsense again, where would anyone want to be sick longer?"

The taxi soon arrived downstairs, and Feng Xin was taken by Shang Congshu. Although Feng Xin was top-heavy and hot, he still enjoyed being taken care of by Shang Congshu.

She held Shang Congshu tightly with one hand, her face was resting on Shang Congshu's shoulder, her eyelids gradually became heavy, but she fell asleep within a few seconds.

Feng Xin opened her eyes again, her pupils trembling, she found herself back to that cold winter night, even the scene of one person and one corpse on the bed was exactly the same as the last time she entered the dream , without the slightest change.

Feng Xin can't tell, at this moment, these are the contents of her dreams, or she really travels in two time and space.

When she thought of the three or two words Shang Congshu said to her, she had lingering fears, and there was only one thought left in her mind.

She walked quickly to the bed, and said anxiously to Shang Congshu, who was sleeping with her eyes closed: "Cong Shu, listen to me, there is cash at home, and it is in the top compartment of the wardrobe. Li. I bought a house for you in Huandong, and it is still being renovated. It will take some time to move in and live. All bank card passwords are the 6 digits behind your ID card..."

Feng Xin wondered if Shang Congshu could hear what she said, her whole body was transparent and could not be touched at all.

Even though she knew that it might not work, Feng Xin still wanted to do her best to give everything she had to Shang Congshu, "Don't open the window when it's snowing and put your hand out, I told you many times Now, why don't you listen, how uncomfortable is the frostbite on one hand... Eat when the meal arrives, don't do it every time..."

She lay on the head of the bed anxiously, and said to the middle-aged Shang Congshu: "I love you, I will love you in this life and the next. Congshu... Promise me, don't leave me too far, don't to wander..."

Feng Xin had tears in her eyes, except for the house in which Shang Congshu's name was written, no other property would be inherited from Shang Congshu.

No one will take care of Shang Congshu except her.

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"A Xin? A Xin!"

…

Feng Xin was woken up by the shaking, she slept, and the tiredness did not ease, but became even more tired.

Shang Congshu's eyes are full of tension.

"A Xin, are you having a nightmare?" Shang Congshu felt distressed, and his tone became cautious, "You are crying and talking a lot in your dreams."

Feng Xin was pale, panting slightly, "...What did I say in my sleep?"

Shang Congshu took out a clean handkerchief from his bag and wiped the sweat on Fengxin's neck, "You call my name, let me not leave you too far, keep saying that you love me …”

Speaking of this, Shang Congshu's face was flushed and a little embarrassed, "This is the first time I have heard you say so many times about love or not, what are you dreaming about? ?"

The sense of urgency, Feng Xin seems to have no chance to say it after being afraid, and can't wait to say all the love words for the rest of her life.

Feng Xin was lying on Shang Congshu's body, feeling that every nerve was twitching, she held Shang Congshu, her hands couldn't stop shaking, "I dreamed that you hated me, hated me Me, every day when I see me coming home from get off work, my face is expressionless, cold to me, don't kiss me good night, don't act like a spoiled child..."

She thought she had been numb for a long time, and the moment she said it, she realized that she had never cared. She really cared, so much that even Shang Nongshu didn't give her a good night kiss. Suffering for ten years.

Shang Congshu listened to Feng Xin's accusation against her, but before he could digest it, he was flustered by Feng Xin's fragile appearance, and quickly explained, "No, it's just a dream. How could I be cold to you?"

Feng Xin didn't say much, and buried her face in Shang Congshu's arms, greedy for the smell of Shang Congshu.

She had a heavy head, and not long after she woke up, her eyelids started to fight again, her hand never let go, holding Shang Congshu all the way.

murmured confusedly, "I want to make money to support you, buy you clothes, flowers, buy a big house..."

Shang Congshu rubbed his chin on Fengxin's hot cheek, worried about Fengxin's health, and quietly happy for Fengxin's promise, but it didn't take long before Fengxin spoke. Leave her stunned.

"...feeding fish and raising flowers is also very powerful...you are not a burden..."

The first few years after taking Shang Congshu away, Feng Xin was full of warmth. When Shang Congshu was ridiculed by his former classmates as a waste and a burden, Feng Xin ordered a form for Shang Congshu. When it’s time to feed the fish, and when it’s time to water the flowers, as long as Shang Congshu can do it, he will cover the back of the form with small red flowers.

At that time, even if Shang Congshu fell ill, he would give encouragement.

Shang Congshu couldn't afford to rely on the ground, Feng Xin was louder than Shang Congshu's scream, and finally Shang Congshu felt ashamed and wished to drag Feng Xin away quickly.

Shang Congshu's eyes gradually became gloomy, and he seemed to be restraining something. Seeing that Fengxin was so seriously ill, he opened his lips, and all the words he wanted to question were blocked in his throat.

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At the hospital.

Feng Xin gradually came to her senses. She was helped by Shang Congshu to register. On the way, she looked sideways at the woman beside her, and when she got off the car, Shang Congshu did not speak.

She held Shang Congshu's waist with one hand, and deliberately put her whole body weight on Shang Congshu, "Why do you look gloomy, what are you thinking?"

Since Shang Congshu became ill, Feng Xin would be curious about what Shang Congshu was thinking.

Shang Congshu at the time of the onset, in addition to his behavior different from ordinary people, his thoughts are also very strange. She knows that Shang Congshu does not belong to the type of mental retardation, and occasionally has very unique thinking with logic.

However, this kind of thinking is different from most of them, so it will not be accepted by normal people. In the eyes of normal people, those actions are strange behaviors.

Shang Congshu glanced at Feng Xin, thinking that he was sulking, Feng Xin could still come over to make trouble with her innocent face, and his heart was even more sullen, "It's nothing, I'm thinking about what Make money, buy you clothes, flowers, and a big house."

Her face is full of emotions that only little women have, so she almost wrote the yin and yang strangeness directly on her face.

Feng Xin vaguely felt that the lines were a little familiar. Isn't this the promise she made to Shang Congshu when she was young in her last life? There was a flutter in her eyes, and she glanced at the woman in front of her quickly, then turned it away, not sure if Shang Congshu was also reborn...

She didn't say anything at will, so if she guessed wrong, saying that kind of thing would scare Shang Congshu,

Maybe Shang Congshu thought the fever had burned her brain too.

These series of small expressions and silence without any response, in Shang Congshu's eyes, are no different from guilty conscience.

The doctor took Feng Xin's pulse and looked at his throat with a flashlight.

Feng Xin said: "I don't want to hang up the drip, can I just prescribe medicine?"

The doctor did not force it, but only suggested, "Two bottles of hanging needles will get better faster."

Shang Congshu, who had a sullen face on the side, leaned over after hearing this, "Why don't we use a hanging bottle? We can sleep in the hospital at night without any trouble."

Feng Xin did not dare to stay outside for too long, and took Shang Congshu to the door of the pharmacy to wait for the medicine, she pinched Shang Congshu's fingertips in the palm of her hand, "I'm going to sleep in the hospital tonight, so who cook for you?"

Neither of them have had dinner yet.

This reason cannot be established at all, and Shang Congshu has been holding back, "Don't look like you gave up a lot for me, I can't order takeout? Can't I cook by myself? "

Feng Xin's attitude is as if she can't take care of herself, needs to be taken care of all the time, and needs to be watched.

Feng Xin looked at Shang Congshu, clenched her palms tightly, and was silent for a few seconds before pretending to tease, "I'm too clingy, I'm so obsessed when I don't see you, I feel uncomfortable if I don't cook for you, I love sticking to you."

If I hadn't heard what Feng Xin said in the taxi, Shang Congshu would have believed it.

After getting the medicine.

Feng Xin's hand was thrown away by Shang Congshu, Shang Congshu walked in front of her, walking unhurriedly, did not leave her in the hospital alone, and was unwilling to walk side by side with her.

"Let's just walk back like this? Don't you take a taxi?" Feng Xin couldn't help but speak from behind.

Shang Congshu deliberately didn't look at Feng Xin, and whispered, "Then call for two cars, I don't want to sit with you."

Feng Xin laughed in a low voice, only thinking that Shang Congshu's little appearance was very delicate and cute.

She held Shang Congshu's hand, was thrown away, she held it up again, and was waved away by Shang Congshu again, she chased after him tirelessly.

However Shang Congshu throws off Feng Xin's hand, he will be pulled by Feng Xin.

Finally, Feng Xin saw that Shang Congshu couldn't move, and wanted to make a joke, but just opened her mouth and bumped into Shang Congshu's red eyes like a rabbit, she was slightly startled, and suddenly reflected.

Is it because she has too much affection for Shang Congshu, and Shang Congshu can't understand, she still looks like she is always willing to sacrifice anything for Shang Congshu, it will definitely make Shang Congshu There is psychological pressure.

"Sorry, you don't like to hear those words, then I won't..."

Feng Xin was interrupted by Shang Congshu before he finished speaking.

Shang Congshu grabbed Feng Xin's hand to death, suppressed her emotions all night and couldn't make her pretend that nothing happened. She asked Feng Xin, "Who is that woman?"

Feng Xin subconsciously asked, "Which woman?"

Shang Congshu tried to find out from his memory a girl who had an affair with Fengxin, or who had an unclear relationship with Fengxin, but couldn't find a suspect after thinking for a long time.

She groaned angrily, "That's, that's... You know which woman you have in your heart, so you're too embarrassed to ask who I am?"

Feng Xin hugged Shang Congshu, felt that such a day was very good, very happy, noisy and noisy with Shang Congshu, like all couples, they would get angry when they were jealous, and occasionally said the opposite. Face, if you care about dying, you have to pretend to be okay.

She knew that this harmonious picture would not last long.

"Whoever I keep looking at is the woman in my heart." Feng Xin stretched out her arms and asked Shang Congshu to hug her back. She was eager to get a warm response from Shang Congshu …

When I got home, Feng Xin ordered takeout and took medicine after eating.

She turned on the TV in the hall, played a movie, closed the doors and windows, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Feng Xin washed up and came out. In addition to the sound of the movie playing, there was a very strange rustling sound in the hall. Shang Congshu, who was sitting on the sofa, did not know where he ran to.

She didn't blow her hair, she didn't see anyone in the bedroom, she looked elsewhere, and finally saw Shang Congshu cutting watermelon with a fruit knife in the kitchen, the rustling she heard was The news from Shang from the Shuche watermelon.

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Feng Xin watched Shang Congshu put those watermelons that were broken into pieces into disposable cups, divided dozens of pieces, then walked around the room, put them on the TV, and put them on the windowsill Come on, put it at the entrance...

She stopped the busy Shang Congshu and spread her hands, "Give me a drink too."

Shang Congshu recited a few numbers, as if he was counting the number of heads, and after making sure that the watermelon was enough, he put a cup in Feng Xin's hand.

Feng Xin sat on the sofa, used a toothpick to **** the watermelon flesh, chewed it slowly, and lowered her head, tears slipped down the bridge of her nose and fell from the tip of her nose.

She can't empathize with her, but as long as she thinks that Shang Congshu suspects that there are many people in the house, and always worries about being watched and killed, she can't help feeling sad. How much pain to bear.