The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 647

This was the first time Tang Xin had seen such a situation since she had a massage, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Fortunately, the fever subsided, otherwise Tang Xin's first reaction would be to send her to the hospital.

Because of worry, Tang Xin stayed upstairs with Zhu Xiqin in the morning.

Zhu Xiqin was cleaning up the dormitory, while Tang Xin was drawing pictures and making product formulas.

Half a month after Tang Xin went to the capital, a phone was installed in the dormitory, so as not to walk back and forth and waste time.

So, while Tang Xin drew the picture, she called Zhang Haoyu and made an appointment to meet.

The two were busy in the house, while Song Hui slept in the bedroom all morning, and she woke up faintly around eleven o'clock at noon.

"woke up?"

When Zhu Xiqin went back to the house to get something, she happened to see Song Hui open her eyes.

Song Hui glanced sideways at Zhu Xiqin, blinked, and then sat up from the bed: "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

After the words fell, his back stiffened, and then he used his arms to push himself up.

"my waist……"

Before, his waist didn't dare to strain.

The results of Tang Xin's massage this time are still obvious. Not only are there fewer bullet marks on his body, but his waist can also be strained.

Seeing him not moving for a long while, Zhu Xiqin thought something was wrong, walked up to him and said, "It's okay, I've been here for the past few years, the worst is like this, don't try to get into a dead end..."

"I do not have."

Song Hui's voice was a little hoarse, even trembling a little.

In Zhu Xiqin's eyes, Zhu Xiqin looked like he couldn't think about it; her eyes were red with distress, and she hugged his neck: "It's okay, no matter what, I will be by your side."

"Qin'er, my waist can take a lot of effort. Although it won't be like when it was intact, it can indeed take a lot of effort."

When he moved his position just now, he found it.

He usually wants to move his position very slowly, he can only rub it a little bit, how can he lift up a little like today?
"really?"

Zhu Xiqin let go of Song Hui's neck in disbelief, touched his waist nervously, and then wept with joy.

"I really don't know what to do...Thank you, Sister Tang Xin."

If it wasn't for Tang Xin, Song Hui would still be in a wheelchair, his mood would still be unstable, and he would lose his temper with others from time to time.

Although he didn't send it to her, how could she not know about his unhappiness as the person next to him?
During this period of time, after Tang Xin's treatment and work for him, his attention was diverted a lot, and he didn't have much time to pay attention to his legs, and his temper was not as volatile as before.

Even, it vaguely looks like it used to.

"Yeah, so we have to work harder."

If you don't work hard, how can you be worthy of Tang Xin's kindness to him?
Zhu Xiqin cried in the room for a while, then wiped away her tears and left the bedroom.

Tang Xin was still drawing something in the living room, holding the phone in her hand, as if she was calling someone: "Well, if you have a sample, can you send me over to have a look today?"

"I don't have time these two days, Zhang Haoyu just came over today, how about you come over together?"

"That's right, Fengfan hasn't updated for a long time, and it's just right to bring back the blueprint today."

"Okay, then in the afternoon, you all come to Rongzi's side, and I will wait for you at Rongzi."

"Well, good, goodbye!"

After putting down the phone, Tang Xin let out a heavy sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)