MTL - Sick Wife-Chapter 93 , angry

Into the night.

Feng Xin didn't stay overnight, she discussed her work schedule with Fu Qinghe and came back. When she got home, only the living room had a small orange light on.

As she did many times when she came back, Shang Congshu slept on the sofa and waited for her, covered with a thin air-conditioned quilt.

Fengxin did not turn on the light, took off and changed her shoes, went to the bathroom to wash hands and feet, and turned on the faucet.

She came out, Shang Cong Shuzheng stared straight at her with his eyes open, those eyes were bright, and there was no sleepiness at all.

"I'm going to France next week." Feng Xin just said about the business trip, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and said while drinking: "It may take half a month to come back. "

Shang Congshu didn't seem very happy. The look in Feng Xin's eyes just now was pleasantly surprised and hopeful.

She put half of her face on the pillow, her voice was so muffled that she couldn't hear her emotions, "Are you really busy with work?"

Are you really busy with work?

Even though she explained it over and over again, Shang Congshu kept asking, she didn't know when to start, she was tired of these questions, she went to the bar all day on vacation, and didn't come home until very late .

Shang Congshu seemed to sense that she was lying, and gradually stopped asking.

Sitting on the other side of the sofa, Feng Xin always felt that this home lacked oxygen, and her voice was hoarse, "Yeah."

Aware of the heat source sticking up behind her, Feng Xin didn't turn her head, drank a few sips of wine silently, feeling very upset.

talk."

She gave herself time to buffer, calm down for ten days and a half months, so that she would not make an impulsive decision.

Fu Qinghe is right, Shang Congshu doesn't need her anymore, she eats and drinks well, dresses well, has made many friends, and is very lively at school.

The published physical book is being reprinted, and the comics produced by the studio are also popular in South Korea. Every month she does nothing and earns money. She is a little rich woman with a bulging wallet. What else is there to do with her? worry.

If Shang Congshu was just lost just now, what Feng Xin said now would have directly shattered her heart.

Shang Congshu didn't wear pajamas, only a white lace tube top, the style was lace-up, with a bow tied on the chest, the size of the fabric was only wrapped around one-third, the large piece was soft and proud The clouds quivered.

Such a hot curve contrasts with her soft and slender shoulders, her eyes and nose are still red, there is a kind of indescribable pity.

Feng Xin drank the wine and her body was hot, she pushed her arm lightly, "Don't sit on my lap, it's hot."

Shang Congshu's eyes became more wet, and he turned on the air conditioner to 16 degrees in a fit of anger, and turned on the air conditioner when it was hot, blowing cold air.

"You push me again, and I'll sit on your face!" She protested in dissatisfaction with He Fengxin, and got into Feng Xin's arms again.

Feng Xin was afraid that Shang Congshu would be cold and wanted to pull the air conditioner over. Just when he reached out, Shang Congshu took the opportunity to kiss the half of her face that had been fanned.

Suddenly, the irritability in her heart was about to explode, she turned her face, and staggered from Shang Congshu's lips, and Shang Congshu had to stick it up.

This is not coaxing, this is anger.

When Shang Congshu approached again, Feng Xin couldn't take it anymore, and threw the quilt on the ground and pushed the person away from him.

Shang Congshu fell on the floor, but she didn't come back to her senses. Although she was covered with a quilt, she didn't fall in pain, but she looked like a cat and dog trying to please her master. He was kicked away by the owner as soon as he took off his pants, embarrassed and humiliated.

She stared at Feng Xin blankly, rubbed her wet eyes, and choked: "Now, help me up, I will, I will not be sad."

Feng Xin was upset and suffocated, and still pulled people up from the ground.

Shang Congshu threw herself on Fengxin's chest, saying that she was not sad, but she couldn't help sobbing, she sniffed and murmured, "Wife, can I kiss you? ?"

This time, Shang Congshu didn't take any direct action, so he learned to be obedient and asked Feng Xin's opinion first.

Feng Xin couldn't listen to Shang Congshu's cry, every time Shang Congshu cried, she would always be confused and feel sorry for herself.

She drank the remaining half can of wine, drinking in a hurry, her lips and neck were full of wine, "I don't like this."

Shang Congshu whimpered, "You like it!"

"I don't like it." Feng Xin insisted, and the words were cold and biting, "You can't kiss my face in the future, I'll tell you seriously."

Shang Congshu touches her face again, she can really blow up her temper, why would she be willing to fan her face if she likes her? Fan if you don't like it, don't kiss it if you don't like it.

In the past, when Shang Congshu cried, Feng Xin's attitude would soften no matter what.

It is not only the indoor temperature that is cold, but also the atmosphere of communication between them.

Shang Cong Shu Gang stopped for a few seconds, closed his eyes and rested while Feng Xin, sneaked up to Feng Xin's face, quickly pecked, and he parted at the touch.

It was such a cheek kiss that didn't even take a second, which completely angered Feng Xin.

Feng Xin has never been so fierce, nor has it before, Shang Congshu was so frightened that his shoulders shrank, and Feng Xin's body was full of alcohol that stained every inch of her body.

Feng Xin seemed to be really angry, biting the back of her neck, leaving her with scars all over her body.

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After half the night, the living room was quiet.

She lowered her head and kissed Feng Xin wetly on her face, even though the lips were swollen and swollen from being bitten by Feng Xin just now, it hurts to touch it, she is still addicted to kisses and refuses to move Open red lips.

"I know I was wrong and shouldn't think that way."

She kissed Feng Xin's sleeping face, between her eyebrows and her eyes, "But, if you drive me to find someone else, I will take it seriously..."

The wife also said that she didn't like her kisses and said that she was not happy with her.

Shang Cong Shu felt a sudden pain in his heart, and cried silently, holding Feng Xin tighter.