MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 102 , extra two

Fengxin, as promised, gave Shang Congshu the new Snoopy in his hand, and also bought a few boxes of Christmas marshmallows, beautifully packaged apples, and a Christmas card.

I saw umbrellas in the store and bought another one.

When her house was renovated, Cong Shu didn't participate, and it was basically based on her aesthetics.

It was originally a very warm pastoral style. Because of their special circumstances, there are few decorations and few furniture at home, and the style is very cold.

Feng Xin suddenly wanted to decorate the house, she held an umbrella in one hand and Shang Congshu's hand in her pocket, "Would you like to decorate the small train track?"

Shang Congshu likes to play with building blocks, castles and trees, and he also pays attention to toys. He installs a toy car track at home, and buying a remote control train should be able to play for a long time.

Buy two more pots of tree species suitable for indoor use, raise jellyfish, small turtles…

Feng Xin had a lot of plans in her heart, in every corner, on the balcony of every room, the woman next to her just played with the doll she was holding on her chest, and didn't answer what Feng Xin had just discussed.

Feng Xin seemed to be used to it, and sighed softly.

When I got home, Fengxin took the pot of hot water, and when he came out, Shang Congshu held the newly bought Snoopy on the pillow and covered it with a small blanket. Know what to talk to yourself.

She went over, the towel was soaked in water, "I'll wipe it for you, and I'll cook it later."

, doesn't look like a forty-year-old at all.

Fengxin is a bit unattractive. She has neglected herself in recent years, and has basically put no effort into maintaining it. In this comparison, she and Congshu are not like a couple at all.

After wiping from face to feet, Feng Xin rubbed Cong Shu body lotion as usual, she said, "Can you lend me it later? I want to wipe too."

Shang Congshu's limbs suddenly reacted, pushing Feng Xin's hand away, a little unhappy, he walked to the dressing table naked, and took out the skin care products and cosmetics inside , all thrown in front of Feng Xin.

There are all kinds of expensive creams in it. If there is no carpet, it will definitely be broken.

Fengxin wrapped Shang Congshu's wrist and pulled him closer, "I bought these, can't I just use them? You'll be so angry that you want to give them back to me?"

Shang Congshu kicked the nearest thing, which was a can of essence, and was kicked and rolled under the bed.

Feng Xin had a stumbling in her heart, and before she said anything, Shang Congshu walked out of the room, she followed behind with her pajamas, "Where are you going? Put on clothes."

Fortunately, when she came back, Feng Xin habitually closed the curtains, so that Shang Congshu would not be lost.

Shang Congshu came to the piano room and played a tune on the keys skillfully. It was the work of Yukiko Isomura, "The Street of the Wind".

Feng Xin chased after him and imprisoned Shang Congshu in his arms from behind, helplessly, "Great artists also need to wear clothes..."

Put the cotton-padded coat on Shang Congshu's shoulders, put Fengxin's hands into the long sleeves, and lead Shang Congshu's hands to wear it out, her mouth couldn't help but splutter, "Tell you It's been many times, you can't walk around naked, I can still dress you now, what if I'm gone in the future, are you going to run naked on the street?"

Once a person gets older, there will be more and more physical problems. If one day she accidentally suffers from any disease and can't walk, who will dress Cong Shu.

Feng Xin has a physical examination every six months, for fear that she will leave earlier than Congshu, she doesn't want to live longer, but she can't let go of Congshu, just a few days later than Congshu.

She bent down and fastened the buttons one by one, and out of the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of Xiao Yingguo who was shivering because of the cold air.

Feng Xin asked, "Do you still wear underwear?"

Even if you don't wear them, it's enough to wear cotton clothes at home. She doesn't know if this will make Shang Cong uncomfortable.

Shang Congshu shook his head.

Feng Xin's eyes darkened slightly, he continued to button up, and the cotton pants were also worn by Shang Congshu.

She wrapped the person in her arms, wrapped her arms around Shang Congshu's waist, and slowly induced, "I'm going to cook some wontons. I want to put eggs, do you want them to be boiled or fried?"

Shang Congshu ignored Feng Xin again, and wanted to break Feng Xin's fingers apart one by one, but Feng Xin refused to let go and hugged him even tighter.

Shang Congshu struggled so hard that his elbow hit Feng Xin's ribs, and Feng Xin groaned in pain.

"If you talk to me, I won't hold you." She rubbed her chin on Shang Congshu's face, and if there was no lips, "If you don't like it, refuse."

Shang bit on Feng Xin's face from diastole.

“His…”

Hearing Feng Xin's gasping sound, she also seemed to realize that this was wrong, she opened her mouth in a daze, her eyes were dull, but a little timid, like a person who knew it was wrong and was afraid of being taught by adults , a naughty child who still does not want to admit his fault.

Feng Xin was not angry and smiled softly, "I told you to speak, but I didn't let you bite me, are you a rabbit?"

She tried to bite Shang Congshu back, so scared that everyone in her arms closed their eyes and pushed her directly.

She let go of the redness she sucked.

Shang Cong slipped back into the room, pulled out a sweater from the closet, and wanted to put it on Snoopy, as if nothing had happened.

Feng Xin went to the kitchen to cook shrimp wontons and laid two fried eggs.

Thinking that feeding Cong Shu will be another big project, Feng Xin rested her hands on her lower back, and was a little tired after a long day. She stared at the bare branches outside the window in a trance.

She remembered that long, long dream. On Christmas Eve, Cong Shu wet her pillow and suffocated her to death. Today is the 22nd, and there are two days before Christmas Eve.

I don't know why, but Feng Xin is not afraid at all. In the dream, Cong Shu will call her sister, describe her facial features with her fingertips, and ask that question, which she has not answered properly for a long time...

Thinking about it, Feng Xin has some expectations.