MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 8 , steamed fish

Feng Xin took the time to read the chat record, the pestle did not move, and her whole body became icy cold.

Shang Congshu and Luo Ying are aunts and nephews. Since last year, Luo Ying has asked Shang Congshu's original prose on the pretext of instructing Shang Congshu. Influential youth newspaper.

Luo Ying used her own name, instead, to become famous with these articles...

Feng Xin never thought that an aunt who seemed to outsiders to be amiable to Shang Congshu would actually coerce and lure Shang Congshu like this in private.

During this period, Shang Congshu continued to fight for his own rights and interests, and repeated communications to no avail. When Shang Congshu was about to file a lawsuit, Luo Ying said to Shang Congshu: [If you don’t want to Feng Xin graduates smoothly, you can go and make trouble, if the trouble gets bigger, the school won't protect you, and it will also drag your girlfriend down. No way, who asked you to have a good uncle as a school manager. 】

Shang Congshu: [Mr. Luo, you are trying to force me to jump off the building. 】

The above is the last message before Shang Congshu's car accident. No wonder Wen Yu called Luo Ying after Shang Congshu's accident, but Luo Ying couldn't get away.

It is estimated that Shang Congshu really can't think about it, and he doesn't dare to look at it.

Feng Xin stared at these conversations, every word was as sharp as a thorn, she didn't know that Shang Congshu would be cornered for her sake.

Shang Congshu cares more about the stories he writes than the risk of big troubles, and those works are like priceless treasures carefully crafted by Shang Congshu.

After suffering for nearly a year, she was finally determined to use legal means to take back what belonged to her, but her lifeline was choked for fear of dragging her down.

Shang Congshu, who was in the last life, stopped writing and writing poems after she was a sophomore.

She had no idea that in the past year, Shang Congshu was in the fear of being betrayed and threatened by relatives.

Feng Xin does not intend to let Shang Congshu suffer this grievance, she must help Shang Congshu to get the right of signature back.

Back upstairs, Feng Xin entered the door and saw Shang Congshu standing in front of the kitchen. She didn't know what she was doing and stood still.

Feng Xin approached a little before he heard Shang Congshu talking, facing the empty stove, muttering to himself, "Steam slowly on low heat for 20 minutes, don't put too much salt , it's almost cooked, pour a layer of soy sauce..."

Shang Congshu's expression is very serious, as if there is really a person cooking inside, and she needs to be patiently directed.

Feng Xin remembered that when Shang Cong Shu Gang got sick, he always said that he could hear someone talking and felt that he was being watched. Later, his condition became more and more serious, and he was even more convinced that it did not exist. suspect.

She doesn't know what to do to make Shang Cong feel better...

Shang Congshu went around Fengxin to the bathroom, as if he hadn't seen Fengxin the whole time.

Feng Xin didn't dare to call Shang Congshu, for fear that Shang Congshu would be frightened and talk nonsense, she slumped on the sofa, her eyes were sore and uncomfortable.

Feng Xin's eyes were slightly red, "Cong Shu, we didn't cook."

Shang Congshu rubbed Fengxin's waist and belly, "Didn't I just teach you to steam fish? Oh, are you afraid that it won't taste good, so you don't dare to take out your hands, right?"

Confirmed this guess, Shang Congshu squeezed Feng Xin's face, smiled playfully and briskly, "Aiya, I don't know what level of cooking skills you have? It's not that I haven't tasted it yet. Well, how often did I not eat cleanly?"

Feng Xin didn't answer, she held Shang Congshu's hand and hissed, "What do you want to eat? I'll give you some takeaway."

Shang Congshu hummed a few words and walked straight into the kitchen to find the steamed fish made by Fengxin.

She opened several pots, empty. She opened the cupboard again, and there were neat tableware and chopsticks, and none of the dishes were moved.

Her expression gradually became subtle, and she suddenly ran to open the refrigerator. All she could see was the stored fruits and drinks, and no ingredients at all.

"A Xin, did you throw away the vegetables?" Shang Congshu was a little angry, she knew that Feng Xin's cooking skills were a bit bad, but she liked it very much, how could she dump it behind her back? ?

She stepped on the trash can and found nothing...

Shang Cong's lips turned pale, walking back and forth in the kitchen, walking the same way over and over again, becoming more and more irritable.

The fruit drink was thrown on the floor, emptying the entire refrigerator, and the fingers were swollen and swollen.

She looked attentively and repeated over and over: "Where? Where did you put the steamed fish, where did you put the steamed fish..."

"I threw it downstairs." Feng Xin said, smiling bitterly, "I haven't done it well, how can I eat it? Shall we order takeout? I'll make it for you next time."

Shang Congshu pulled his hand back, turned his back to Feng Xin, and was angry like a puffer fish, "Would you rather throw it in the trash can than feed me? I don't want to talk to you."

Feng Xin hugged Shang Congshu from behind and rubbed Shang Congshu's hand to warm her heart, "Then what should I do if I want to listen to you? If you ignore me, who am I talking to? ?"

I don't know if Feng Xin's tone is too sad, it gives Shang Congshu the illusion that she has ignored Feng Xin for many years, and Feng Xin can't hold it anymore.

It was obvious that they had been so noisy before...

Shang Congshu looked at Fengxin with red eyes and was choked up immediately. She was quite calm and changed the subject: "Eat, eat basa fish."

She gently pushed Fengxin, not seeing Fengxin's pitiful appearance, she would feel distressed, "Okay, hurry up and order takeout! Don't do this next time."

Feng Xin was not so angry when she saw Shang Congshu, so she picked up her mobile phone and ordered pangasius for Shang Congshu. After ordering, Feng Xin turned on the TV in the living room and played a recently released movie Movies to attract Shang Congshu's attention.

She went back to the kitchen to clean up the things that the merchant had dropped from Shu. The same picture played repeatedly in her mind like watching a lantern, overlapping with the layers in her memory.

That familiar and deeply tiring feeling, like the previous life, haunted her and could not be shaken away, and the broken bowl in her hand seemed to weigh thousands of pounds.