Sick Wife - Chapter 74

    The classic lines in the movie spit out, “Death is not the end of memory, forgetting is.”

    Shang Congshu asked: “Does it look good?”

    Feng Xin nodded truthfully, “It looks good.”

    She has no hobby of watching movies and chasing dramas, but she likes to accompany Shang Congshu. Many of the movies that Shang Congshu loves to watch are high-quality products and will not be boring. It’s good to watch occasionally.

    Feng Xin turned off the TV and the lights in the living room, picked up Shang and walked towards the room from Shu, and put it on the bed.

    Shang Congshu sat cross-legged, his eyes stared straight at Feng Xin, he was so depressed that he was holding his breath in his chest, he couldn’t go up or down, and asked: “Then why don’t you write a movie review, put it on the platform, and follow Someone else discuss it?”

    The weather is getting colder and colder recently, Feng Xin dug out the quilt in the closet and began to put thick fleece sheets, frowning, “Ah… no need.”

    The night was dewy, of course, I was sleeping with my wife and writing a movie review.

    Shang Congshu was sulking by himself, lying on the bed facing the wall without making a sound.

      bone.

    At such a distance, he breathed close to Shang Congshu, and said vaguely, “Are you unhappy? Huh?”

    Feng Xin knew that Shang Congshu’s mood was capricious, and he didn’t care because of the frequent tantrums.

    She will patiently ask Shang Congshu and comfort Shang Congshu every time she has a temper.

    Shang Congshu’s ears were about to melt, she was a little embarrassed and muttered, “No, no unhappy.”

    “I think about…” Feng Xin’s immersive memories, from the moment she walked into the house after get off work today, until now, she wants to recall the events and conversations that happened.

    My mind is full of Shang Congshu sitting on the sofa, looking so charming.

    Her eyes were slightly curved, and her eyes became warmer, “Well, I remember.”

    Feng Xin’s index finger rubbed against Shang Congshu’s chin, and whispered, “…I love you too.”

    When she thinks about it carefully, she can comprehend the careful thoughts of Shang Congshu. It seems that her love is not enthusiastic enough to let Congshu even give an unclear response. many.

    Shang Cong Shula raised the quilt, half of his face was buried in the quilt, his eyebrows exposed in the air were shy, and he complained in a low voice, “I said that I’m not unhappy, turn off the lights and sleep.”

    She said this, her red ears getting hotter.

    My heart is content, I am more happy than ever, but my mouth is awkward.

    They seldom turn off the lights completely to sleep, and usually leave a darker light, Feng Xin asked, “Is it all turned off?”

    Shang Congshu nodded.

    Feng Xin was afraid that Shang Congshu would not be used to it, “Would you like to leave a night light?”

    Not light or dark, just right.

    Shang Congshu insisted, “I want to close it all.”

    It’s not that Feng Xin has to argue with Shang Congshu over such trivial matters. She worries that Shang Congshu will be scared when he sleeps until he wakes up in the middle of the night if he can’t see the lights. Shang Congshu is very afraid of the dark. The middle-aged is more afraid.

    Can’t help but ask two more questions, “Why do you suddenly want to turn off the lights to sleep?”

    Shang Cong turned over to Shu and sighed comfortably in the warm blanket, “You turned off the light and I was talking to you.”

    Waiting for Feng Xin’s reaction, Shang Congshu lay on the lower edge of Feng Xin’s chest, his whole body submerged in the quilt.

    Feng Xin would be interested in this. Because Shang Congshu insisted on turning off the lights, she grabbed the other’s arm and was confused, “Don’t… Congshu, don’t do this.”

    She didn’t need Shang Congshu to do this for her, she just came to bed. If she was interested in the matter, she was reluctant to refuse Cong Shu.

    If the purpose is to please her, to show her favor, or… to compensate her for something, then she doesn’t need it.

    This kind of thing should be liked and longed for. Shang Congshu has never done this to her in the two worlds. She doesn’t think that doing this suddenly will make Shang Congshu happy and comfortable.

    Feng Xin opened some quilts, took the person into her arms, and wrapped the quilt again.

    Shang Congshu wanted Feng Xin to turn off all the lights because she was too embarrassed, but now she was stopped and rejected by Feng Xin, which she did not expect.

    Feng Xin kissed Shang Congshu’s hot cheek, she couldn’t see clearly how red her face was now, “Huh? Are you so wild?”

    Shang Congshu’s face became hot, and he couldn’t speak at all.

    She hummed in her heart, thought about it, and politely asked Feng Xin, “Then when can I…”

    The woman’s voice murmured softly, and Feng Xin could not hear it clearly.

    Shang Congshu slipped into the bed, lay flat on the bed, her eyes were slightly sour, and being rejected by Feng Xin was enough to make her feel sad.

    She didn’t know what was wrong with her, and suddenly she wanted to do the same to Feng Xin.

    In order not to let Feng Xin see the difference, Shang Congshu took the initiative to stretch his arms and hug Feng Xin’s waist, as intimate as last night.

    She was lying on the side of Feng Xin, clearly listening to Feng Xin’s breathing gradually becoming even and steady, but her heart was empty, hiding things.

    Feng Xin was woken up by the alarm clock set by her mobile phone. She turned off the alarm almost the third second after it rang.

    It is inevitable for migrant workers to set an alarm, but she is afraid that the noise will disturb Shang Congshu’s sleep, so she develops the habit of waking up as soon as the alarm goes off.

    Feng Xin looked at the position next to her as usual, only to find that Shang Congshu was also awake, and her eyes were not sleepy, and it was rare to get up earlier than her.

    Shang Congshu supported the pillow with one hand, tilted his head to look at Feng Xin, his hand was still on Feng Xin’s face, and caressed carefully.

    “Why do you get up so early?” Feng Xin was stunned for a few seconds before asking.

    Shang Congshu: “I’m thinking about you going to work at nine o’clock, thinking about making breakfast, seeing you sleep so soundly, I can’t help but want to watch more.”

    So she ordered takeout, which neither delayed Feng Xin from eating breakfast nor delayed her from watching Feng Xin sleeping.

    The warm touch on her face was almost the same as the last night she left the original world.

    At that time, Feng Xin was rarely at home. Every time she went to bed, Shang Congshu liked to use her fingers to describe her facial features while she was asleep.

    Did Cong Shu think the same way back then? The time to meet is less and less, and it is necessary to take advantage of the opportunity to sleep to see her well.

    Feng Xin chuckled lightly, hiding something, and quickly pursed her lips because of melancholy.

    She got up to wash and came out of the bathroom. Shang Congshu pulled her and sat on the sofa.

    “Axin, the weather is dry outside, you need to apply moisturizing cream before going out.”

    Feng Xin watched Shang Congshu pour out the skin care products, warmed her palms, carefully rubbed them on her face, took out another lip balm, put it in her clothes pocket, and told her to go to work Remember to use it on the way home.

    The whole air is moisturizing cream with a touch of woody fragrance.

    Feng Xin is not used to it, although she likes it tightly, but the current Shang Congshu seems to be more considerate than the previous life, so considerate that she does not know where to start accepting this change.

    “Cong Shu, what’s wrong with you these two days?” She asked again what she had asked yesterday.

    At that time, Shang Cong Shu was making out with Feng Xin on the sofa, and Feng Xin was immersed in it, and this topic was turned over.

    Shang Congshu didn’t like Feng Xin asking these questions, she pressed against Feng Xin’s neck and murmured, “Can’t I be nice to you? Do you prefer that little fool who needs to be taken care of by you everywhere?”

    She seemed to have tasted it, and her tone was hard to hide jealousy.

    Feng Xin liked this set very much, and the feeling of pity came up immediately, holding Shang Congshu’s waist with one hand, and rubbing Shang Congshu’s head with the other hand, “Be good, don’t think too much.”

    She frowned slightly and added, “I like it too, little fool.”

    Feng Xin finally understands, the sober Cong Shu and the sick Cong Shu are jealous of themselves. She is unbalanced, and Shang Cong Shu can compete until the next autumn.

    They had breakfast, and Shang Cong took medicine from Shudangfengxin’s noodles.

    Feng Xin tidied up and was about to go out. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Shang Congshu in the living room, sitting quietly and with a quiet temperament. eyes turned to her.

    “I went to work.” Feng Xin said.

    Shang Congshu’s face filled with joy at a speed visible to the naked eye, she responded with satisfaction, “Okay.”

    After Feng Xin went out, Shang Congshu boarded the penguin and sent a message to the contact, [Lawyer Guan, is it convenient to meet? 】

    She suddenly thought of the comic strip that frightened the other party, opened the computer painting app, and clicked on the file name included in “The Wife in My Eyes”.

      face, replaced by his girlfriend.

    The protagonist goes to work in the company as his girlfriend, and treats the other’s parents as his own parents to go home. When someone asks how the protagonist’s condition is, the protagonist himself is invested, and he chats with others in tears, as everyone knows, The “patient” in their mouth is the protagonist in front of them.

    And the real girlfriend character is imprisoned at home, desperate and pleading, dark.

    Shang Congshu shuddered, ready to organize the outline of the story, refine it, and put it into the “horror” section of the largest comic company in China.

    Isn’t this scarier than ghosts and monsters, the closest person to the pillow is actually such a crazy patient.

    The phone beeps.

    Guan Beibei: […is it me? 】

    Shang Congshu has never addressed Guan Beibei like this, even if they know each other’s real names and have met once.

    She replied: [Yes, if it is inconvenient, I can go to the law firm. 】

    Now that Shang Congshu proposed to come to the law firm, Guan Beibei reassured her. She didn’t need to be too wary in crowded places, even if it wasn’t her, she wouldn’t be in danger.

    [Come on. 】