Chapter 133 Wife, I was wrong

Shen Xingli is still too naive and underestimates men's abilities.

The study, which was always quiet and filled with the fragrance of books, was successfully unlocked by Sang Muye.

Opposite the floor-to-ceiling window of the study is the brightly lit night view of the riverside.

Standing under the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the colorful night view, enjoying the harmonious music of the world.

A man's low, hoarse voice came from my ear: "Baby, which one fascinates you more, the night view or your husband?"

Shen Xingli had initially chosen the night scene, but after being tormented by the man, she could only say in a low, hoarse voice, "It's you."

Fireworks rose on the opposite river bank, and the whole sky was colorful.

War songs also sounded in the room, and the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

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Shen Xingli had been working very hard for several days, and after returning she did a long exercise session. She slept until noon the next day.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a bouquet of champagne roses on the bedside table.

There is also a pink greeting card next to it.

No woman can resist the temptation of flowers.

The same goes for Shen Xingli.

She immediately picked up the greeting card, on which was written Sang Muye's vigorous and powerful handwriting.

[Baby, you worked hard last night. This bouquet of flowers is your compensation. I'm going to work to earn money for my wife, and you can rest well at home.]

Seeing these things, Shen Xingli instantly felt that the pain in his body was relieved a lot.

She took out her cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Sang Muye.

[The flowers are beautiful and I like them very much, but I like Mr. Sang's romance even more.]

When Sang Muye, who was in a meeting, saw the message, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips.

He poked at the screen a few times and replied to a message.

[But I hope you like my waves better.]

When Shen Xingli saw this message, he couldn't help laughing.

She never thought that Sang Muye, who had always been cold and aloof, would have such a sexy day.

She sent him an animation of a shy pig.

Add a sentence: [You are more alluring than the moonlight.]

Sang Muye: [How can I make Mrs. Sang happy without some skills?]

Shen Xingli: [What I want is happiness, not sexual happiness.]

Sang Muye: [Without sexual happiness, how can there be happiness? Didn’t Mrs. Sang admit last night that she was extremely happy?]

Shen Xingli: She really wants to bite him to death.

If he hadn't forced her, how could she have said such shameful words?

Shen Xingli sent Sang Muye a series of animated hammers: [If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will beat you to death.]

Sang Muye immediately sent an animation of a little bear bowing and admitting his mistake: [Wife, I was wrong.]

The two chatted for a while before Shen Xingli went to wash up.

After lunch, Shen Xingli took Little Pudding downstairs to play for a while.

After she came back, she received a call from the director, saying that there was a new project assigned to her.

Let her be familiar with the other party's relevant information.

Shen Xingli entered the study room with a notebook.

Before I knew it, the whole afternoon had passed.

She felt her neck was a little sore and wanted to find a book on the bookshelf.

Sang Muye said he bought her several German-language storybooks, all of which were her favorites.

But she searched for a long time but couldn't find it.

Just as I was about to call and ask, I saw there was another cabinet on the top.

So she stepped on a chair and opened the top cabinet of the bookshelf.

But there are no books here at all, only a few trophies.

This is the Olympic trophy that Sang Muye won when he was 15 years old.

There are three in total.

He hid the trophy so well because he was worried that she would find out that MY was him.

Shen Xingli felt a little sad.

Now that they were open with each other, he no longer had to hide it so hard.

Such proud things should be placed in the most conspicuous place in the bookcase.

Shen Xingli wanted to pick up the trophy, but then she discovered.

There's a bottle of medicine hidden behind the trophy.

Why did Sang Muye put the medicine so high and hide it behind the trophy?

Shen Xingli was a little curious about what this medicine was used to treat.

When Shen Xingli saw the name on the medicine bottle, he was shocked.

Paroxetine.

Isn't this medicine for depression?

Why does Sang Muye have this medicine?

What disease does he have?

A series of questions came towards Shen Xingli like a tide.

She picked up two more trophies, which also had medicine bottles behind them.

And these drugs are all psychotropic drugs.

Could it be that Sang Muye has a mental illness?

Thinking of this, Shen Xingli's heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

My body started shaking.

The chair she was standing on had wheels, and when she moved, the chair slid backwards.

She wanted to jump off the chair immediately, but her thighs were still sore and weak.

The whole person fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and used her arms to support her body, preventing her face from hitting the ground directly.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to show this face to anyone.

Just as she was about to get up from the ground, she felt a piercing pain in her wrist.

She knew that her wrist must have been injured because she had endured too much pressure just now.

She sat on the ground and picked up the bottle of medicine.

Keep an eye on the treatment area above.

Depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, phobia, stress disorder.

Which of these diseases does Sang Muye have?

How serious is it?

Thinking of Sang Muye’s dark childhood, Shen Xingli cursed himself.

Why were you so stupid to actually believe that what Sang Muye said was just a stomach problem?

She should have thought earlier that Sang Muye had such a dark childhood and he must be hurt.

Therefore, he was not worried about the many people and gossips at Grandpa Tang's place, but what he needed was not Chinese medicine treatment, but a psychologist.

Song Xuan is his psychologist.

Thinking of this, Shen Xingli's tears rolled down her cheeks.

She should have thought of this when she knew that Sang Muye had a fear of the deep sea.

Why is she always so naive and always thinks things are so simple?

Sang Muye always coaxed him into submission with just a few words.

How could she be so stupid?

He had been suffering from mental illness, but she had no idea.

How serious is his condition and why is it making Song Xuan so nervous?

Could it be that he had already fallen ill before she went to find him?

The more Shen Xingli thought about it, the more heartbroken he felt.

In order to prevent her from finding out, Sang Muye hid the medicine in such a secret place.

How afraid was he that she would worry about him after knowing the truth?

From the beginning to the end, no matter what he did, he always considered her feelings first.

He would rather suffer himself than let her know the truth.

Shen Xingli covered her wrist and sat on the ground crying.

Just then, her cell phone rang and Sang Muye sent her a WeChat message.

[Baby, I'm off work now. I'll pick you up to go eat hotpot later.]

She just casually mentioned yesterday that she wanted to eat at the hot pot restaurant on Xiangyang Road, so he left work early to take her there.

He cared about her so much and was so good to her.

But she didn't even know he was sick.

Shen Xingli's tears fell to the floor.

But before Sang Muye came back, she still endured the pain in her wrist and put the things back.

After Sang Muye pushed the door open, he saw that her face looked strange, so he immediately walked over and squatted beside her.

With eyes full of concern, he asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing this voice, Shen Xingli finally couldn't help it.

She hugged his neck and burst into tears.