Chapter 44 Okay, okay, my wife kisses me
It was a rare sunny day when Shang Youqing brought He Cong to the center of Bindao City.
She leaned against a tree at the corner of the street and looked inside the door of a bakery on the commercial street across the street.
He Cong stood in line behind the cashier, his face expressionless, clutching a few bags of bread. The young man, tall and straight, with handsome features, wore a white shirt and black trousers that she had personally matched. He was neat and tidy, naturally exuding the elegant and indifferent aura of a nobleman.
It was that face that looked so cold and expressionless, and it was like a bionic person completing the behavioral program she had set up -
I picked up a few bags of bread on the list, lined up, paid, picked up the packed paper bags of bread, turned around and walked straight towards her along the zebra crossing.
He Cong returned to her, his breathing trembling with some suppression.
Shang Youqing promptly took out the prepared spiritual water from his backpack and fed him two sips, then patted him on the back gently, "Are you okay?"
He Cong hugged the bread in his hand tightly and said, "Wife, I'm scared."
"You can't be afraid." Shang Youqing reached out and ruffled the strands of hair that fell slightly over his eyebrows. "The He family is a place that eats people without leaving any bones. If you show even the slightest fear, they will eat you alive."
Throughout the day, Shang Youqing took He Cong to several crowded places for behavioral training, and He Cong behaved more and more normally.
Apart from his indifferent expression, he looked almost the same as a normal person, and he completed every activity she arranged very well.
Until they returned to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, He Cong, who was calm and stable like an ordinary person a second ago, just walked into the ward, as if he had returned to a safe nest. He lowered his head and buried it in Shang Youqing's neck, and hugged Shang Youqing's lower back tightly with both hands.
He arched and bit her neck, and soon her collar was wet.
Shang Youqing touched his hand, which was covered with tears and saliva. He lifted his head and saw that the boy's eyes were soaked with tears, and he looked extremely aggrieved.
Shang Youqing knew that he had been outside all day, enduring fear to complete her task, and she couldn't bear to say anything more to him, so she could only coax him: "Alright, alright, kiss me, wife?"
He Cong hummed in a muffled voice, then lowered his head and bit her lower lip consciously, trying to put it all into his mouth like a puppy guarding its food.
Then he savored the little sweetness fed by his wife in a muffled voice, licked it for a while, and comforted himself.
He went on like this for a long time, almost sucking Shang Youqing's lips until they were full of moonlight, then he let go reluctantly, his face slightly red, his eyes wet as he glued her to him, and he became more and more demanding: "You have to hold your wife to sleep at night."
Shang Youqing pressed his fingers against his lips, which were almost numb from being sucked by the bad dog, and glared at him: "...That's enough."
He Cong held her tightly and stubbornly: "I want it."
Shang Youqing thought about the few simulated trade conferences she had arranged for He Cong to attend in the next few days to help him get acquainted with the situation, so she settled for the next best thing. "...Okay, then you have to come with me to the city these few days."
He Cong hesitated for a moment, but when he thought about his wife sleeping with him at night, he soon couldn't resist the temptation and nodded in agreement.
At night, Shang Youqing stayed in He Cong's ward on the pretext of needing to record He Cong's latest sleep status.
Perhaps because he was not used to going to the city with her for the first time during the day, He Cong was awakened by a nightmare at night, staring at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes until his tense wrist was suddenly gently grasped by a white and slender hand.
"He Cong, are you having a nightmare?"
He Cong turned his head in a daze. After seeing Shang Youqing's appearance clearly, the coldness in his eyes instantly faded away. He buried his head in Shang Youqing's arms without saying a word, and his low, hoarse voice trembled with a hint of suppression, "Wife."
Shang Youqing lowered his head to touch his head and stroked the puppy's fur: "I'm not afraid when my wife holds me while I sleep."
The boy then hugged her tighter.
Shang Youqing felt sorry for the boy and let him cuddle with him all night long. However, the next morning, Shang Youqing woke up with his eyes open.
He Cong didn't know how he fell asleep. His two paws were tightly wrapped around her waist, and his head had been arched from the back of her neck to her chest, with his entire face buried in it. He was sleeping soundly and was not affected at all by last night's nightmare.
“…”
Shang Youqing pushed his head away, stood up, and slightly straightened his collar, which was messed up by him. Suddenly, he heard He Cong's sleepy voice behind him, "Wife?"
Shang Youqing was just about to turn around and train the dog when he saw He Cong sitting up from the bed, holding several feathers in his hands. He touched them in confusion. Before he could figure out where these beautiful feathers came from, Shang Youqing snatched them away and gave a rather perfunctory excuse that these were feathers he had collected.
When He Cong heard that the feathers were collected by his wife, he asked her without thinking: "Wife, I want some too."
Shang Youqing grabbed his chin and glared at him: "Finish today's task first."
I don’t know if He Cong really liked her feathers or what, but during the next few days in the city, He Cong performed better and better.
Especially the several important trade conferences that she dragged him to attend. He absorbed a lot of useful information at the conferences and summarized the list for her when he came back, which made Shang Youqing more and more satisfied.
The day before Mr. He's birthday party, Shang Youqing took He Cong to do another comprehensive physical examination, which the whole hospital found incredible.
It is hard to believe that the young master He who had been mentally retarded for five years was actually brought back on track little by little by the doctors arranged by old man He. His previously precarious physical condition gradually returned to normal, especially his mental condition. He basically recovered to the state where he could communicate with others normally, and his appearance seemed to be completely normal.
Shang Youqing was not surprised at all by this.
He Cong has been fed by her for such a long time, mixing phoenix blood and spiritual water into medicine little by little every day, and accompanying him to do rehabilitation training activities step by step every day, taking care of him persistently all the way. She has put so much effort into this, how could he dare not get better?
And it was on this day that Shang Youqing finally received a call from Secretary Gao, who said that the He family would send a special car to pick her and He Cong up early the next morning to attend the birthday party.
Shang Youqing had anticipated all the unexpected situations that might occur at the birthday party, and also reminded He Cong of some precautions in advance to ensure that the birthday party could proceed as she planned.
The next day, after the He family's special car arrived, Shang Youqing specially asked He Cong to change into the suit she had customized according to his size and attend the banquet together.
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