Sick Wife - Chapter 66

    “It’s written on it, read it to me.” Feng Xin put the thin piece of paper full of black letters on Shang Congshu’s hand.

    The ink is still very new, and I can see that it was written recently.

    Shang Congshu took a closer look, and most of the contents were self-reporting of the disease process, symptoms of the disease, and tips to record what to do next.

    The bottom line is the handwriting of Fengxin, which is easy to identify. It reads: [Love Axin, always love Axin…]

    She was lying on the sofa, with Feng Xin’s legs on her back, holding up the letter to the ceiling chandelier, looking left and right, “Did I write this? Why does A Xin want to add this sentence?”

    Love Fengxin, how can Fengxin make up for it?

    Feng Xin was suddenly asked, and when she lowered her eyes, she could clearly see Shang Congshu’s elegant and gentle eyes, like a field full of flowers, as beautiful as an oil painting.

    Being better than a rabbit, there is no trace of hysterical irritability on her body.

    She asked, “Do you remember what I said about the past and present?”

    Shang Congshu never thought about that, but now Feng Xin mentioned it, she instantly remembered what Feng Xin said in the kitchen that day.

    The reaction was different from the last time, Shang Congshu didn’t cry, she put her arms around Fengxin’s neck, changed from lying to sitting, and asked curiously, “Then you like me at 40? Or now?”

    Feng Xin doesn’t like this comparison, and it’s a topic that tends to make Shang Congshu feel a lot worse, “I like it all.”

    Shang Congshu snorted, obviously in disbelief, “Don’t you like young people?”

    She put her lips to Fengxin’s face, kissed softly, and said in a hoarse voice: “Isn’t this body better than middle-aged experience?”

    She looked at Shang Congshu, raised her hand to touch the tender and smooth skin, she could vaguely feel the familiar feeling of frost and snow.

    A mirror appeared in front of Feng Xin’s eyes, and she could see the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, the white hair around her ears, and the dark brown spots on her face…

    She has a face like her forty years old, with such slack skin, Shang Congshu can sleep with her on the same bed, longing for her love… but not because of her gradually ugly appearance dislike.

    Feng Xin said: “When you were young, I liked you when you were young, and when you were old, I liked the way you looked old.”

    No matter what age you are, as long as you are Shang Congshu.

    I don’t know why, but Shang Congshu can be coaxed by a word or two on weekdays, but now it’s also a sweet promise, but she doesn’t believe it, as if she knows them well Getting along in middle age is not love.

    “I won’t be poor with you.” Shang Congshu dropped these words, ran away from Feng Xin, plunged into the bedroom, and played on the computer.

    Feng Xin’s request to read the contents of the letter paper was naturally skipped by Shang Congshu.

    She took a deep look at Shang Congshu’s figure, and she always wondered if Shang Congshu was thinking of something from the past, and she didn’t speak again for fear of Shang Congshu’s resistance.

    The night passed.

    Feng Xin had to work and got up very early, while Shang Congshu was still asleep, she got out of bed softly to wash and change her clothes.

    Before going out, she put one hand on Shang Congshu’s pillow and said, “Congshu, I’ll be back at night.”

    Feng Xin didn’t mean to wake Shang Congshu, she doesn’t know what to do now, she doesn’t know if Shang Congshu will be as sick as the last life, the delusion of being victimized is serious, send her on WeChat A tirade of “victimized” messages.

    The most important thing is, just go out quietly like this, when Shang Congshu wakes up and can’t find anyone, he may enter another “unfamiliar environment”, which is emotionally stimulating.

    She wants to make sure that Shang Congshu knows that she has gone to work, not disappeared.

    “Um…um…” Shang Congshu turned over while holding Snoopy, and responded to Feng Xin in a sleepy state, and the quilt slid down to the position below his waist.

    The shallow waist was nestled in the arms of Fengxin last night, and she hugged Fengxin for a long time. It was changed to let Feng Xin lie on his hands, just to hold her, and not let her wink and think about her grievances with the doll.

    Feng Xin pulled the quilt up, and while rushing to the direction of the subway, she edited a text message to Wen Yu: [Aunt Wen, there is no time to put new ingredients in the refrigerator, come over today and make some food for Cong Shu Yes, I will take care of it tomorrow. 】

    It’s just a matter of a day or two, and I won’t refuse to come to Wen Yu.

    Feng Xin hurried past, a woman wearing a light gray hooded plush trench coat…

    The woman had a pair of rose-gold glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her hair was thick like seaweed scattered over her shoulders.

    Guan Beibei just came back from abroad yesterday, so she didn’t have time to adjust her schedule.

    The netizens who had been in contact with her on and off have suddenly lost contact a while ago.

    The only clue left is the address sent by the other party before the connection was lost.

    Guan Beibei decided to come and take a look…

    She followed the mobile phone map route and finally found the address of the caller.

    Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, a well-dressed and wealthy woman came from the elevator with a bowl of beef ball noodles in her hand.

    “Miss, did you go to the wrong place?” Wen Yu looked at it and confirmed that this woman who seemed to have an elite temperament should be a 26-8 office worker, not like a businessman From Shu Fengxin, there will be an intersection.

    Guan Beibei thought that the netizens first asked her for help, and even the ID card was sent, and she blurted out the name on the ID card, “Hello, is Miss Shang a resident here?”

    Wen Yu looked at this man a little familiar, and looked more carefully, “…You are?”

    Guan Beibei briefly introduced herself, “I am a lawyer appointed by Miss Shang.”

    The packaged noodle soup suddenly fell to the ground, Wen Yu paled in shock, her face turned blue with fright, and hurriedly walked towards the elevator without turning her head.

    Wen Yu suddenly remembered that this woman seems to be the lawyer who is in charge of explaining the case on the TV Law Channel, and she has a lot of background…

    She didn’t dare to think further, her chest was flustered and her breath was tight, and even the hand that pressed the elevator button was trembling.

    Guan Beibei saw the scene of the woman fleeing, her eyes as deep as pools.

    After a while, she picked up the noodle soup that had fallen on the ground casually. The bag was tied and the food inside was not spilled.

    She raised her hand and pressed the doorbell…