Sick Wife

Feng Xin suddenly remembered Cong Shu, who was almost forty years old. She returned to twenty years ago. What about Cong Shu in another world?

Staying at home all the year round, what should I do with Cong Shu, who can't even eat well, will I be afraid when I wake up and find that she is not around and can't find her? Will it be sad?

If the chef you invite does not continue to pay her salary by the end of the month, she will not deliver meals next month...

Feng Xin felt uneasy when she thought that Shang Congshu over there might starve.

She has always wanted to get rid of Shang Congshu, and it was not her choice to go back to the past, she can continue to live a young life with peace of mind.

But she couldn't really be as cold-hearted as she thought, she couldn't let Shang Congshu go.

The environment of the venue suddenly changed, the cold wind was blowing, and the indoor temperature was cold and freezing.

, the body is transparent.

At this moment, Shang Congshu woke up on the bed, sat with his legs bent, quietly watched the sleeping "Fengxin" beside him, and reached out to touch the "Fengxin" hidden behind the ear cream White hair.

"Fengxin" didn't respond, maybe because she was too tired during the day, maybe she felt it, but didn't want to pay attention to it.

Shang Congshu picked up a throw pillow, walked into the bathroom barefoot, like a marionette, his face was dead and expressionless.

She turned on the faucet, put the throw pillow under it to catch the water, and soaked it a little…

Feng Xin, whose body was transparent, saw this scene, and the cold air rose from the soles of his feet. He squatted on Shang Congshu's side and asked, "What do you want to do?"

There is no doubt that Shang Congshu could not hear what Feng Xin said, this is Shang Congshu in another time and space.

Feng Xin watched as Shang Congshu picked up the completely soaked pillow and returned to the bed, and watched Shang Congshu pressed the pillow against the sleeping "her" face...

"She" quickly felt suffocated, her head moved wildly, her limbs were scratching in the air, Shang Congshu finally had a panicked expression on his face, and the next second, his upper body was fully tilted, his hands were dead She was holding down the pillow, her whole body weight resting on the pillow, exhausting all her strength, just to take away "her" oxygen.

I don't know how long it took, "Fengxin" finally didn't move, Shang Congshu took off the pillow, wiped the remaining water stains on "Fengxin"'s face, hugged one by one, Shang Cong Shu also covered them with quilts, which seemed to warm them up.

The wind that witnessed all the process was unexpectedly calm, so she had already died in this time and space, so she had the chance to be reborn?

Her eyes were wet, and she wanted to touch Shang Congshu's forehead hair, but her transparent limbs went through without any touch, "Then what are you going to do now? Kill me, who Take care of you, who will take care of you?"

Cong Shu, my Cong Shu... What are you going to do..."