MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 70 , hold grudges

Feng Xin doesn't like to do a lot of things, just because she likes Shang Congshu, her hobbies can change as she does.

Shang Congshu shook his head, but Feng Xin did not insist.

She can't stand Shang Congshu's tossing every day, losing her temper, crying for no reason, now Shang Congshu is extraordinarily quiet, and she feels uncomfortable.

Because she knew that the girl in her arms was very aggrieved, and she was so good because she was afraid of being cold and fierce.

"Did you hear anything today? Who did you see?" Feng Xin became concerned.

She was extremely sleepy, her upper and lower eyelids were sore and tired, and she still wanted to accompany Shang Congshu to chat again, she was worried that Shang Congshu would be alone at night.

Shang Congshu seriously recalled what happened all day, laying on Feng Xin's shoulder, suddenly shy: "Well, I heard you call me baby, and you said you love me, and miss me very much."

Feng Xin saw through Shang Congshu's little trick, but still couldn't help but moved slightly and hugged him into his arms.

She pulled the quilt and wrapped it around the two of them, and her fingertips stroked the soft and waxy cheek, "Baby, am I very fierce? Will you hate me?"

Will she forget her goodness, the memory of her is only quarrel and unbearable...

From the depths of my mind, a revolving lantern that was both unfamiliar and familiar gradually poured out.

The woman in the picture is not as young as Feng Xin, who just graduated from college. She feels tired all over her body. Maybe it is the remnant snow that has just come back from the outside, and the black hair has fallen, bringing it to the cold house. There was a hint of pine and snow, but it made the temperature even colder.

Unfortunately, the woman on the bed just stared blankly at the snowy scenery outside the window, and did not respond to Feng Xin at all.

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Remember this."

Those pictures made Shang Congshu scared, she had never seen Feng Xin look so fierce.

Although I knew that after so many hours, it may have disappeared early, Feng Xin still rolled up her dress to check, the tip of her nose pressed against Shang Congshu's abdomen and kissed, she went around her waist and touched her lips .

Shang Congshu thought Feng Xin wanted it, raised his hand to press Feng Xin's lips, and said thoughtfully, "You are so tired, let's go to bed early."

Feng Xin will feel sorry, teasing and chuckling.

The shallow laughter burned Shang Congshu's ears.

Fengxin was really tired after a busy day. After she was about to fall asleep, she fell asleep within ten minutes.

Shang Congshu felt that Feng Xin's breathing became more and more uniform, so she opened her eyes. She was not sleepy, but she didn't pretend to be asleep, and Feng Xin couldn't sleep either.

She turned over slightly, worried about waking up Feng Xin, so she turned her shoulders slightly and put her pillow on Feng Xin's side, she watched and couldn't help rubbing her lips against Feng Xin's chin .

It only took a moment, then quietly tore off Feng Xin's lace-up pajamas, slipped into the quilt, smelled the same shower gel smell on Feng Xin as hers, and hugged her contentedly.

Feng Xin woke up early in the morning and saw her uncluttered clothes. She touched the phone by the bedside to check the time.

The screen jumped out of the WeChat message sent by Tong Huai, which was a link entry.

Fengxin clicks in and sees what this is for. It is full of self-media website solicitations, most of the business illustrations, and app icon design, and the smaller ones have hand-account materials. , stationery doodles…

She forwarded it to Shang Congshu, only Shang Congshu would be interested in this.

Feng Xin was about to ask Tong Huai, why did she suddenly think of sending this to her, she slid down the notification bar of her phone, and suddenly saw Shang Congshu’s Weibo yesterday, there were too many messages in the notification bar , she just saw it now.

It turned out to be a manuscript from Shu Xiang, she flipped through it, the comment area of ​​this Weibo was smoky, and Shang Congshu did not reply to a single one, which was not like a habit in the past.

In the past, on Shang Cong Shu's Weibo, he would pick the one he liked and put it on the top and like it, and there was rarely a situation where there was no interaction at all.

She went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of omelette noodles for breakfast for Shang Congshu. She just took the eggs out of the refrigerator. She didn't know who was visiting early in the morning, and the doorbell rang.

Feng Xin subconsciously thought that it was a netizen who Shang Congshu had met yesterday, and his face was not very good. The entrance of the drug station with the full name of the hospital.

Wen Yu walked into the room on her own, put the medicine on the table, and said, "I went to the hospital yesterday to ask the doctor, since Shu Shu decided to be discharged from the hospital for treatment, then I Bring back the prescribed medicine, the dosage is written on it, I remember it clearly and will not be confused..."

While talking, Wen Yu walked into the kitchen and glanced at the ingredients on the table, guessing what kind of breakfast Feng Xin wanted to make.

She naturally took over the task, washed the vegetables with one hand, and said to Feng Xin: "Xiaofeng, if you don't have time, just stay and finish breakfast before going to work, I Did yours too."

Feng Xin couldn't understand Wen Yu at this moment, what was thinking in her heart, but she knew that Wen Yu's eldest son and youngest daughter did not need to take care of them all day at school, and the business professor also returned to his hometown to teach.

Wen Yu has nothing to do all day, but she just plays cards, plays mahjong, and frees up time to take care of Shang Cong Shuna.

Feng Xin didn't reject Wen Yu's unsolicited visit, but she was a little hesitant. She didn't know how Shang Congshu would react to seeing Wen Yu now?

Will it stimulate emotions in getting along?

Feng Xin walked back to the bedroom, woke Shang Congshu in advance, grabbed Shang Congshu's cheeks, "Lazy baby, get up for breakfast first, and the noodles will be mushy later. "

Wen Yu is not a stupid person either. When she hears the movement in the bedroom, she immediately sees through Feng Xin's thoughts and worries. Although she knows that Feng Xin is doing this, it is nothing to do. It is a kind of love for her daughter Performance.

But still feeling offended and uncomfortable to be guarded by the wind, she lowered her face, held back, and continued to cook noodles as if nothing had happened.

Feng Xin washed Shang Congshu and changed her clothes. Seeing that there was still time, she took great care to give Shang Congshu her favorite hairstyle.

Seeing that face in the mirror was still dazed and didn't wake up, Feng Xin teased and asked, "So tired? What did you do while I was asleep last night?"

She still remembered her open clothes, and there were suspicious ambiguous marks on her chest, very shallow and light, if she didn't pay attention, she couldn't see anything at a glance.

Enough to see the carefulness of the "murderer".

She thought it was Shang Congshu who took advantage of her to fall asleep last night and was greedy for her.

Hearing this, Shang Congshu became more awake when she heard the whole person.

She had a serious face, leaned on Feng Xin and did not want to get up, and continued: "That rascal with long black hair and pink tie-up pajamas, I couldn't resist, so I complied."

Feng Xin imprisoned Shang Cong's waist and lowered his voice, "Who is the rogue?

Occasionally they are very intense, most of the time the rhythm is warm and slow in the middle of the night, and the lingering lingering when half asleep and half awake.

After two minutes of bickering in the room, Shang Congshu got up reluctantly. Seeing the hot breakfast on the table, she noticed Wen Yu was coming.

Thinking of what he had just said to Feng Xin in the room, Shang Congshu's face instantly turned red, and glanced resentfully.

Feng Xin didn't tell her what to do if she was heard... How embarrassed!

She digested it quickly and greeted Wen Yu: "Mom."

Wen Yu nodded, automatically ignoring the couple's incessant flirting scene in the morning, "Eat it quickly, it'll be cold later, the noodles won't taste good when they stick together."

While eating breakfast, Feng Xin paid attention to Shang Congshu's reaction. She saw that Shang Congshu was no different from usual. Draw circles around her calf with your feet.

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Feng Xin was relieved, Shang Congshu's current condition is much better than before, and can't help but hope that as long as she always obeys and does what Shang Congshu wants to do, Shang Congshu Wouldn't it be as out of control as yesterday?

Feng Xin went to work.

Only Shang Congshu and Wen Yu were left in the hall. Shang Congshu got up and wanted to clear the dishes.

Wen Yu stopped immediately, moving even faster than Shang Congshu, "I'll come, I'll wash the dishes, you sit and watch TV, and Mom wants to chat with you later ."

Shang Congshu propped up on the table with one hand, watching his mother entering and leaving the kitchen, confused and said, "Mom, why are you so polite today?"

Before at home, they all cleaned up together.

Wen Yu's expression hurriedly flashed panic, she lowered her head without looking at Shang Congshu's eyes, and ran to the edge of the sink to wash the dishes.

"Shu Shu, I saw your grandma last night, she was still wearing a shroud..."

Waiting for her to go back at the door of the house.

How dare Wen Yu go there, she just stood there from a distance, her legs were shaking, and she almost fainted.

But she used to see the old man in every corner. Last night was the first time she saw the old man wearing a shroud, and she was shocked.

In the past, the old man who had been silent, just stuck in the corner, actually held her hand and spoke!

Shang Congshu is an atheist. He doesn't believe this. Seeing Wen Yu's pale face, it's just that Wen Yu was dreaming or drinking too much.

She was about to give a word of relief, but her expression was slightly stunned, she asked, "How is grandma doing?"

If there really is a theory of reincarnation in the world, then she wants to know how her grandmother lived after her death.

Wen Yu didn't calm down when she heard Shang Congshu's question. Instead, she was sweating profusely because of fear.

The turbid eyes were filled with tears, "Your grandmother said, she said... Don't blame me, want me to treat you better."