Sick Wife

    She was once delighted to be favored by Shang Congshu. Before Shang Congshu went to college, he was a well-known young prose writer, and other popular online piano skills and dancing were the icing on the cake.

    The people who are chasing Congshu have talents, looks and family backgrounds, and there are also big internet celebrities who have a lot of fans and a lot of money despite their ordinary background conditions.

    Shang Congshu took a liking to her, and she fell in love with her, an ordinary student who was just average in everything except her appearance.

    She has poor grades, lives in a small bungalow, and she has to accommodate her part-time time when falling in love with her.

    She was chosen firmly by Shang Congshu.

    This warm and strong feeling was used by her as a sharp blade to attack Shang Congshu. With others, there will be better conditions for treatment, and her nagging is undoubtedly salting Shang Congshu's wounds, she is denying the firmness of Shang Congshu's choice of her back then.

    Knowing that the days to come will be full of regrets and hardships, but Feng Xin still can't keep abreast of Shang Congshu, and is not at ease when Shang Congshu is brought back to his home.

    "Auntie, let me see Cong Shu..." She pleaded in a low voice, without arguing with Wen Yu.

    After the two sides calmed down, Wen Yu's mood also calmed down a little, her complexion was not much better than Feng Xin's white to blue complexion, "It's not that I'm cruel to not let you meet, I have already been with Shu Shu's father. After deciding to visit the provincial capital, if the condition does not improve, Shu Shu will be treated in hospital. I am afraid that you are young and will not accept our arrangement, so why not just break up with Shu Shu. "

    Feng Xin didn't follow the words, she staggered to stand up from the ground, her back was really hurting, and her skin was lightly rubbed until her shirt was a tingling pain.

    She asked: "I want to know, what method did you use to take Cong Shu away today?"

    Wen Yu's eyes dodged for a few seconds, and then she said, "Go back, don't use it in the future... Fengxin!"

    Wen Yu has always been afraid of being found out by the merchants that she has a family history of mental illness, and she still doesn't know what was made up by Uncle Shang.

    She went straight to Shang Congshu's bedroom, and at a glance saw Shang Congshu lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

      It's Shu Shu's mother, even if I hurt myself, it's absolutely impossible for me to hurt Shu Shu."

    For some reason, Feng Xin felt that the scene in front of her was very strange, and her heart was not relieved because she saw Shang Congshu sleeping on the bed.

    She approached the bed and listened to Shang Congshu's even breathing, her eyes were much softer, almost like a conditioned reflex, and she habitually gave Shang Congshu a quilt.

    Shang Congshu in the last life did not cover the quilt properly, and often slept until late at night with cold hands and feet.

    Her hands pinched the quilt, and she could vaguely smell the smell of iodophor. There were a few drops of yellowish liquid on the quilt at the end of the bed.

    She suddenly lifted the quilt, and the scene she saw was shocking. She saw Shang Congshu's feet were scarred, and there were several peeled skins.

     Seeing this, Wen Yu quickly explained, "When I went to pick up Shu Shu, she was hostile to me, and you fainted again and didn't wake up, so I asked the taxi driver to help me pick up Shu Shu. When I got in the car, I didn't mean to hurt her, I gave her medicine."

    Feng Xin glanced around in the bedroom, only to find that Shang Congshu's shoes were not brought back at all.

    Shang Congshu was barefoot and was dragged into the car by her own mother and a stranger. She couldn't imagine how scared Shang Congshu was at that time. The soles of his feet were rubbed, several pieces of flesh fell off, and his feet were all bruised.

    Feng Xin just fell so painfully, and her eyes were only slightly wet, and when she saw the injury on Shang Congshu's foot, her tears fell, "You are the same as Cong Shu's body. The blood of the belly button was once connected, so you don't feel bad for Cong Shu at all?"

    How did Wen Yu do it, seeing Shang Congshu's feet full of injuries and still insisting on dragging people into the car? How hard-hearted is it to be so indifferent?

    Feng Xin had tears in her eyes. She wanted to take a closer look at Shang Congshu's injury. Her hands were hovering in the air, constantly retracting, and she didn't dare to touch her. She was heartbroken, even panting.