His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 667

Feng Can did not pick.

For Bai Mi's sake, the director planned to arrange a room for him, but he refused.

He thought that the program was what he saw on TV. At most, there was a little deviation. After he came, he realized that many of them were actually editing effects.

What it looks like in the end depends entirely on how the editor cuts it.

Most of the so-called beauty and true feelings are acted out.

He has seen it for a long time, and he has seen it.

However, he didn't want to be one of those people. Since he came to participate, he will participate well to the end.

In addition, he was also very interested in thatched cottages.

I have never lived in such a place since I was a child. Now, when I see it, especially after I have carefully arranged it, I feel very kind and can't bear to abandon it.

Wang Mai couldn't stand the cold, so after recording the show, he abandoned the room next door and went to live in the building.

It's really cold here in winter, but fortunately, there are no mosquitoes.

Feng Can also lived at ease, and could sleep with the quilt covered.

When he came back from brushing his teeth, he suddenly found that there was an extra quilt on the bed, which was still very good.

Thick, soft, and warm at first glance.

He wanted to ask someone, who sent it, but now that they are off work, no one can ask.

Forget it, talk about it tomorrow.

He spread out the cup and lay down happily in it.

Outside the door, there were two dried corns hanging on the wall. Under the corns, a man stood against the wall with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Wei Wu left.

Next door is the building where they live.

Qian Miao had been standing by the window for a long time, and witnessed Wei Wu carrying her quilt down and entering Feng Can's house.

She looked back at the bed next door, which was empty and nothing.

She put her quilt on Wei Wu's bed.

After a while, Wei Wu came back.

She was surprised when she saw the quilt on the bed.

Qian Miao said lightly: "I'll use it for you, I have a coat to keep out the cold."

Wei Wu waved her hand, hurriedly brought the cup to her, put it on her bed, and said, "I'm fine, I'm not afraid of cold at all, I'm more afraid of heat."

As she said that, she smiled and patted her stomach: "This fat is particularly resistant to cold. I will get hot when I cover it with a quilt, so it's just right if I don't cover it."

Qian Miao's eyes were focused on her stomach, and a thought flashed across her eyes.

Then, he said, "Okay."

In the middle of the night, both of them lay on the bed, but neither of them intended to sleep.

Wei Wu was looking at the phone, listening to the voice, watching the tidbits of Feng Can's recording today.

Qian Mi took out a few books and a photo album from her bag and put them on the bedside table.

There was a bedside table stuck between the two of them's beds, so Wei Wu could see the things as soon as they were put on it.

When Qian Miao read the first page of the comic, Wei Wu murmured, "It would be great if I went to a really unmanned village to shoot. Classmate Feng Can was looking forward to going there before, but I didn't expect..."

She was suddenly silent.

Qian Mi looked up and saw that she was staring at the photo album on the bedside table. The words she just said were stuck in her throat.

His eyes were full of shock.

"This is... your mother?" she asked.

Qian Miao glanced at the album. In the photo, a beautiful woman put her hand on a child's shoulder, smiling at the camera.

Qian Mi seemed surprised: "You know my mother?"

Wei Wu pursed her lips, her eyes were dodging, and then she smiled and said, "I don't know each other, but I saw it in the newspaper when I was very young."

Can you still remember the newspapers of your childhood so clearly now?

Qian Miao did not expose her lies, but said: "My mother used to be a doctor and saved many people, but she died because of saving people in the end."