MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 64 ,Performance

Feng Xin held Shang Congshu tightly, not knowing how to comfort him.

Professor Shang probably saw a lot of pictures in the hospital during this time, and there are even patients who have not been able to get better after living there for decades.

I can't accept Shang Congshu's current appearance.

"I will accompany you." Feng Xin was silent for a few seconds, and a thousand words were simply condensed into this love sentence.

Shang Congshu still looked gloomy. She had been walking for a day, and now her feet were tired, she stood in place and refused to move any more.

The temperament is also quite strange, and he is so tired that he is reluctant to move more.

She opened her arms and said to Feng Xin, "You carry me back, I can't walk, I can't walk at all."

Hearing those exaggerated words, Feng Xin felt very charming, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she led Shang Congshu to the nearest step.

Let Shang Congshu stand two steps up, "I'll carry you to Ma Junction, and then we'll take a taxi home."

Shang Congshu shook his head, "No, you carry me to the bus stop, and the two of us squeeze the bus back."

In a short story written by Shang Congshu, I used a story to express, one party after another going home, taking the subway and taking the bus, is the thing that best reflects the firewood, rice, oil and salt.

She didn't know how much memory Shang Congshu had now, and she didn't speak rashly.

Feng Xin turned her back to Shang Congshu, and just as she carried the person on her back, Shang Congshu blew restlessly into her ear.

She didn't stop Shang Congshu's actions, in addition to itchy ears, even her heart was itchy, she secretly pinched Shang Congshu's thigh, indicating that Shang Congshu should not be too arrogant.

Shang Congshu leaned on Fengxin's ear and rubbed it against her ear, she was no longer naughty, she took a shallow breath, and suddenly said, "Although Axin will accompany me, but I can't see my father, Still a little sad."

That was her father, the father she loved and respected since she was a child.

Hearing this, Feng Xin's heart beat slightly, followed by a silence that lasted for more than ten seconds. In the last life when Shang Congshu was the most ill, he was also accompanied by emotional indifference, and he didn't care about the things around him. reaction.

Shang Congshu now has much lighter symptoms than before, and is more emotionally painful, and is clearly feeling hurt all the time.

Feng Xin carried Shang Congshu to the bus station, and was about to put him down when Shang Congshu muttered in shock, "Don't! My feet are about to hit the ground, Ah Xin is carrying me !"

As if there were some ferocious beasts on the ground, Shang Congshu clenched Fengxin's neck and cried anxiously.

Feng Xin didn't move any more, she thought, fortunately this body is still young now, otherwise she would go out to work for a day, find someone after get off work all night, and have to carry it back, the forty-year-old waist and spine Can't stand this toss.

Go home.

Feng Xin just remembered to send a text message to Wen Yu to report her safety. She has to go back to the studio tomorrow, so she had to ask Wen Yu to go to the hospital first to ask Shang Congshu for treatment at home.

Feng Xin suddenly got into trouble, if Shang Congshu stays at home, who will take care of him tomorrow? She had just started going to work, and she took leave the next day, which was not a good impression on the studio.

It's not that she thinks work is more important than business comfort, she has to think about the future, Fu Qinghe is doing marketing for her, if she leaves a talk for her colleagues to find a chance to find fault, not Are you hitting Fu Qinghe in the face...

Feng Xin had no choice but to put the problem aside.

She just put Shang Congshu down, and within a few seconds, Shang Congshu wrapped around her chest, jumped directly onto her waist, and hung like a koala, with her legs tightly crossed, away from her. The ground is far away.

Feng Xin held Shang from the hips, walked towards the bathroom, put warm water, "You don't want to go at home? Didn't you take a bath?"

Shang Congshu looked at Feng Xin's tired expression, her face was a little lost, she wanted Feng Xin to hug her, but Feng Xin was so tired, she couldn't keep doing this.

"A Xin, put me on the handrail, I'll sit on it and wash."

The handrail is just wrapped with a non-slip rubber pad, so even if it gets wet, you don't have to worry about falling down.

Feng Xin said on her lips, "You look so quirky, and you keep driving me away, who makes you take a bath like this?"

He carried the person up.

Although Shang Congshu is slender and delicate, she is still an adult, Feng Xin is also a girl, and she doesn't have much strength, so just a few seconds of movement, turning her arms red .

It's just sick."

She wants to get rid of Feng Xin who doesn't like her, and then let the former Feng Xin come back.

The speaker didn't intend, Feng Xin listened, his breathing stopped for a moment, and he was caught off guard like being stabbed by a needle.

It turns out that Shang Congshu has always felt her likes and dislikes? Seeing her indifferent and numb face, seeing her indifferent to the cry, her disgusted face, and her deliberately ignoring attitude, Shang Congshu took it to heart.

Feng Xin lowered her eyelashes, warm water beads splashed on her body, and the hot steam from the bathroom blurred her expression.

"Da" Shang Congshu patted a stream of water pouring down from his shaggy head, Feng Xin thought that Shang Congshu was playing, didn't say anything, turned around to foam the shower gel.

Shang Cong Shu Tong trembled, the wet clothes that had been taken off, put them back on, "I want to wash it myself."

Feng Xin heard the dullness in the words, touched Shang Congshu's face with the back of her hand soaked in foam, and smiled softly: "Why are you suddenly angry?"

She thought back carefully, thinking that it was Shang Congshu who was just playing in the water and she ignored it, which made Shang Congshu have a small temper.

Feng Xin held the fluffy head in her hand again and wanted to play with Shang Congshu, but was pushed away by Shang Congshu.

"What do you think of me?" Shang Congshu asked abruptly, obviously he was really angry, and his face was full of cold anger.

Feng Xin's innocent face, she looked at the delicate and agile woman in front of her, her whole body was wet, even her clothes became transparent.

She suddenly remembered that Shang Congshu was so angry last time, because she didn't give a satisfactory response, which made Shang Congshu misunderstand that she was dead.

Are you angry about this now?

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Is she trying to express a physical impulse?