When the maid mentioned the gentleman, she was not just afraid of being punished.
Also reminding the wife.
I don’t want to take medicine now, and I still have to take it when my husband comes back.
Mr. Shen’s desire to control his wife is not something that ordinary people can understand. He will ask about it inside and out, no matter how big or small it is.
I just heard that the gentleman has been troubled these two days.
I didn’t even go home last night, but even so, what my wife did, said, and how she looked at home every day.
Someone will record it and tell the gentleman one by one.
“Madam, the pills are not bitter, and your health will be better faster after taking them.”
The servant advised him earnestly.
Song Shengsheng was unmoved, she didn’t want to eat.
Take medicine every day and it’s so hard.
She also had no intention of making things difficult for these servants, and even felt ashamed when facing them for a while.
During that period, she was very disobedient.
Shen Zhishu came every day, and he was entangled day and night, and the bed sheets were so dirty that they couldn’t read them.
She had no extra strength at all, and watched the servants come into the house with their heads down and clean up the mess.
She was wrapped in Shen Zhishu’s coat, with large patches of skin exposed, and bruises and kiss marks on her calves.
The slightly red and swollen knees cannot be hidden.
She felt shameless to see people.
But Shen Zhishu didn’t seem to take them seriously at all. He hugged her and pinched her face: “Yensheng’s face is so cute when blushing.”
Song Shengsheng was so tired that he didn’t have the strength to quarrel with him.
Bite on his wrist.
Shen Zhishu didn’t feel the pain at all, and gently pinched her jaw, “Sound, heavier.”
So, to a pervert.
She really has no choice.
Song Shengsheng was annoyed when she remembered these pasts: “I said I won’t eat!”