MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 100 , murderer
I haven't healed the discomfort yet, and separated again, so far and so long.
will wake up.
【Baby, I seem to be having a long, long dream…】
Feng Xin's eyes were slightly moist.
Shang Congshu: [Well, what if I wake up from a dream? 】
Feng Xin looked at the question above and typed word by word: [Go to find you under the bridge, pick it up, and continue to take care of you. 】
She is afraid of the dark, hopeless and numb life, like living in the bottom of the sea, without oxygen, without sunlight, and freezing to the bone.
But she couldn't leave Shang Congshu, if it was really a dream, she would do that when she woke up, only that.
Shang Congshu: [Wife, are you drinking? 】
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Feng Xin seems to be more afraid to mention it than Shang Congshu, and basically doesn't say it in front of Shang Congshu.
Drunken Feng Xin, like a child, maybe crying while chatting, Shang Congshu wanted to accompany Feng Xin, but he couldn't do it, and the emoticons he sent didn't work. .
She regrets it a little, she should let Feng Xin go to bed earlier.
Feng Xin: [Yeah. 】
Shang Congshu: [Hurry up and wrap your little quilt to sleep. 】
She also wants to sleep, she can't sleep, closing her eyes is the past scene, in the hot summer, but she can still clearly feel the snowflakes wet her boots, the cold wind blowing on her loose skin Come on, it's so cold.
Feng Xin thought of Shang Congshu leaning against the window, looking at the snow outside, as if Congshu's world was only so small, so small.
I was enclosed in the room, no one took Congshu out to play, no one took Congshu to feel the spring, summer, autumn and winter, what the eyes see is what, the scenery outside the window, that small square , that is, the world learned from Shu, day after day.
Feng Xin felt uncomfortable in her heart, no matter how sweet her life is now, she can't let it go.
She couldn't forgive herself, why didn't she hug Cong Shu, why did she keep silent when Cong Shu asked if she loved him or not.
She is the thick winter snow and the murderer who completely crushed Shang Congshu.
Feng Xin couldn't see the screen of her mobile phone, her eyes were full of hazy halo, she wrote, [Baby, I love you so much]
I don't know if it's sent or not, I fell asleep due to drowsiness.
The wind picked up the next day, and it was the blinding sun outside the hotel that hurt my eyes.
It was noon, and Feng Xin did not turn on the air conditioner before going to bed last night. It would be a little hot now. She turned on the air conditioner, dialed the front desk, and asked the waiter to bring the meal.
Their three meals are packaged by the studio. They have booked with the hotel. They have negotiated before. Just dial a number to indicate that the meal can be delivered, no need to communicate.
Feng Xin lifted the quilt and found the mobile phone that had slipped under the bed. She was used to waking up and sending back information to Shang Congshu. She unlocked the mobile phone and the screen stopped on the page where she chatted with Shang Congshu last night. .
I saw a screenshot of the ticket. Shang Congshu bought the earliest flight to come to France, which has already taken off.
Feng Xin was stunned for a few seconds. After confirming that Shang Cong Shuzhen bought a plane ticket, she was both happy and angry. Say.
They are all so big and have no plan for how to do things.
Shang Congshu's illness, must have enough sleep, can you sleep on the plane? I don't know how much brain damage I can't sleep for half a day and a night.
Fengxin washed up and had something to eat, and suddenly thought of the recent French popularization program broadcast in China. Last week, the video app posted a preview, which should be the adaptation of Shang Congshu.
She clicked on the video software, subscribed specially, and squatted for the first broadcast.
At the time of the court session, there was no evidence to prove that Shang Congshu's mental illness was indirectly caused by the car accident. Before the car accident, Shang Congshu wrote a log on a foreign website, and it began to occur very early. Hearing hallucinations, and slight delusions of persecution, but he has no awareness of the disease and does not feel that he is mentally ill, so he has not been treated for a long time.
So in Shang Congshu's car accident, Luo Ying was an instigator, instigating others to intentionally hurt, and was sentenced to three years in prison, and the driver was sentenced to ten years.
Shang Congshu doesn't seem to care about this. He put the manuscripts stolen by Luo Ying on Weibo. People know that these poems come from her.
In the evening, Feng Xin went to the airport to pick him up.
From a distance, she saw Shang Congshu wearing a red dress and double rose gold stiletto heels. It was the first time she saw Shang Congshu dressed in such a small, **** and beautiful way. , staying at the same stage, is a little lady of literary style.
She stepped forward to get her luggage and was hugged by Shang Congshu.
"Did you miss me?" Shang Congshu asked, rubbing against Fengxin's chest, his voice was high, and he sounded in a good mood.
Feng Xin took Shang from Shu's hand, his voice was quiet and serious, "How did you promise me? Saying that I won't stay up late, I will eat and take medicine and sleep on time."
Shang Congshu put his hand on Fengxin's waist again and retorted, "I slept, I slept well on the plane, and slept for many, many hours!"
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Feng Xin and Shang Congshu can't help, "You can't do this in the future. I can't play with you if I want to work. There are still many business trips. You can't always ask for leave from school."
"Where is the old man asking for leave from school?" Shang Congshu wanted to surprise Feng Xin, but he was told and mumbled aggrieved, "It's only the first time, you just assume that I will also Over and over again."
Feng Xin listens to Shang Congshu for the little things in daily life. Now Feng Xin has her own plan, which involves work attitude. Feng Xin does not like Shang Congshu's self-assertion.
Feng Xin frowned, "You all know I'm here for work, not for vacation."
She didn't think that Shang Congshu was troublesome, but she couldn't spare the time. She was unfamiliar with this place, and she didn't worry about Shang Congshu walking alone.
As soon as the words came out, Feng Xin was suddenly stunned. Shang Cong Shu often traveled abroad alone during the summer and winter vacations. The strange cities she visited were several times bigger than hers. She didn't seem to have to worry about it at all.
Even without her company, Shang Congshu can go shopping alone and play alone. Shang Congshu's ability to adapt is much stronger than her.
She thinks Shang Congshu is too weak, and she still stays in the psychology that Shang Congshu needs everywhere... Take care of her carefully and take care of her in every possible way.
Feng Xin's pupils flashed a complex look, she was shocked, shook her head, and forced herself to restrain her thoughts.
Shang Congshu's eyes were red, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "I want to see you..."
I felt that Feng Xin was in a bad mood last night. She couldn't hug her, and couldn't kiss her. The warmth given by the Internet was too weak, so she wanted to see Feng Xin. With Feng Xin.
Shang Cong dragged Fengxin on the body, the dark gray shirt hem, and murmured, "I will ask for your permission next time I come. Wife, can you give me a hug?"
She raised her head and spoke in a hoarse and weeping voice.
Feng Xin's heart softened, and she was so angry that she didn't know what to do with Shang Congshu. sweet taste.
Go back to the hotel.
He bowed his head and hurriedly kissed the soft lips that made her dream of last night.
The woman under her body was soft as cotton, breathless, her eyes full of spring, wrapped around her neck and entangled with her intimately.
"Sister..." Shang Congshu whispered, the high-heeled shoe rubbed against Fengxin's ankle, moved up and turned, urging: "Hurry up, I want to hug my sister, hug tightly."
She held Fengxin's hand, and her fingertips were clasped in her palm and placed on her body, and whispered again, "I want to hug."
Feng Xin was holding Shang Congshu's ears, breathing disorderly, "Well, it's so hot, so tight..."
The voice I heard last night, Feng Xin made Shang Congshu call today, from the door to the sofa and the window sill.
In front of the bathroom mirror, under the shower.
Twilight
Feng Xin dresses the woman in her arms and intends to take Shang Congshu out for dinner. The clothes she took off three hours ago are now being put on again.
"Wife, you haven't answered my question yet." Shang Congshu swayed his feet, watching Feng Xin put her shoes on, and deliberately drew circles with his toes on the carpet.
Feng Xin held it in her hand and patted Shang Congshu's naughty sole, "Huh?"
Shang Congshu flushed and said, "When I first got off the plane, I asked you if you missed me, but you didn't answer."
Although he knew the answer, Shang Congshu still wanted to hear what Feng Xin had to say.
Feng Xin lowered her head and focused on putting on Shang Congshu's shoes. She was worried that Shang Congshu would go out and walk and her feet would hurt, so she put a Band-Aid on her heel.
She answered the wrong question, and suddenly said: "Cong Shu, I may not be able to forget the days when I was forty years old in my life. I will keep thinking about it and want to love you more every day."
If you can't forget it, remember it and hang it in your heart.
Loving Congshu a little more will not reduce her guilt, she is not trying to atone for her sins, she just loves Congshu and gives a lot of love, this is what she likes and plans to keep going matter.
Shang Congshu's eyes were hot, he placed a gentle kiss on Feng Xin's forehead, and said softly, "I just said, my wife is an amazing person."
Has been doing amazing things.
It was like this in the past life, and it is also in this life.
