Sick Wife

    "A Xin..." Seeing Feng Xin couldn't stop crying, Shang Congshu became anxious, holding Feng Xin's face in his hands, so anxious that he didn't know what to do, "Don't cry, A Xin. Xin...don't cry..."

    Feng Xin was not without guilt in the last life, and while feeling guilty, she continued to deal with the crazy fool with her indifferent face.

    In the early years, she could not pay the deposit for the mental hospital, and she delayed Shang Congshu to be hospitalized. Walk.

    Is she really reluctant to Shang Congshu? Not so affectionate.

    The merchant didn't take people back, and she couldn't afford to be hospitalized. She had no choice but to keep Shang Congshu by her side for so many years.

    Feng Xin patted Shang Congshu's hand, covered her sore eyes with her palm, and calmly said in a slow voice, "If you feel hot, turn on the air conditioner, and if you feel cold, cover the quilt. You need to change your clothes when they're wet, and I don't have time every day to help you clean up these things."

    Fengxin is really bad to the bones, and wherever he goes, he is anxious to give Shang Congshu a vaccination.

    Shang Congshu's hand was just drenched in warm bath water, and a pat was enough to make the back of her hand turn red, "Is it so tired to wash my hair? "

    She asked, obviously getting emotional, "Then why don't you shave my head? Oh, I'm ugly without hair, and you look more tired. I want You're an ugly bastard, and you wouldn't chase me back then, and if you do, you think it's troublesome to maintain my 'beautiful'."

    Feng Xin sighed: "I didn't mean that."

    Shang Congshu ignored the wind and went straight to the outside of the bathroom, not knowing what he was looking for, the whole living room was rummaging.

    Fengxin turned off the shower, worried about Shang Congshu, and wanted to go out to have a look, even without changing wet clothes.

    As soon as she came to the living room, she saw Shang Congshu cutting her hair with scissors. At that moment, Feng Xin stopped breathing. She stepped forward and wanted to grab Shang Congshu's hand. The move even made Shang Congshu even more extreme.

    "Don't touch me!" Shang Congshu suddenly shouted, panting loudly, his long, dull blue-grey hair, which had been carefully maintained, had been cut off in a jagged manner.

      , you don't have to wash it anymore."

    Feng Xin did not dare to approach any more, for fear of making Shang Congshu's mood more unstable, he explained over and over again: "I don't like it, I don't think you are troublesome."

      Don't cut it, okay?"

    Shang Congshu lowered his head, opened his eyes to see the scattered hair on the ground, and was shocked, and the scissors were also thrown on the ground.

      Spicy nail marks.

    "My head hurts..." Shang Congshu cried bitterly, sitting on the ground, his forehead kept hitting his knees, "Axin, my head hurts, woo... What should I do, my head is fine It hurts... I'm dying of pain, so many people are downstairs, they're looking for me... so many voices, my head hurts..."

    She began to talk in a twisted way. At one point, she said that the passers-by downstairs came to monitor her, and soon she would be taken away. Drink, the word order is all messed up.

    Feng Xin hugged the person tightly in her arms, patted Shang Congshu's back with one hand, the discomfort was not much lighter than Shang Congshu, "Dear, I'll help you dry your hair, it won't be long. It hurts."

    Shang Congshu shook his head like a rattle, and she even scratched a little blood on the scalp, she cried heartbroken, "No, I can't find my hair, I'll tell you all If you want to move, why don't you move! Why don't you move!"

    The woman is like being trapped in a small space, repeating what she just said back and forth.

    Feng Xin quietly listened to Shang Congshu's words, did not interrupt or correct anything, and wiped it carefully with a dry towel.

    It wasn't until Shang Congshu was tired and silent, Feng Xin took out the hair dryer, adjusted the warm air to blow Shang Congshu's hair, put on clean pajamas for Shang Congshu, Carrying people to the hall to watch TV.

    The content broadcasted on the TV briefly attracted Shang Congshu's attention, Feng Xin then freed up time to change the wet clothes on her body, and went to clean up the things that Shang Congshu had turned over and returned There are shocking haircuts all over the floor...