His Wife Calls The Shots

After walking through the entrance, she confirmed the location of Fengxian-the entrance of the stairs based on the direction of the breath.

In the dimly lit space, a slender man is leaning against the wall, his head is drooping, his long legs bend all the time, the whole person is motionless, as if he is asleep.

But no one fell asleep, and would stand so steady.

She walked over at a leisurely pace, stretched out her hand, and pressed it to his shoulder.

With a snap, the lights on the stairs turned on, still the dark luster of the orange twilight, bunches of not-so-bright light hit the handsome and clear face of the man, and also illuminated the clear color in his eyes.

A trace of sleepiness, no cherry blossoms

Therefore, he did not fall asleep.

Qianmiao calmly faced his gaze, and said, "Why don't you turn on the lights?"

With unpredictable emotions flowing in the man's eyes, he said lightly: "Just come in."

The low and gentle voice, with a hint of hoarseness, gave these simple three words a vague light.

Although his eyes were indifferent, he could not conceal the sharpness in his bones, and the naked examination was inadvertently revealed.

Qian Miao thought it was interesting, and looked at him with his head tilted slightly, and smiled, "Have something?"

The man suddenly lowered his head and approached slightly, half of his handsome face was covered with warm yellow light, and half was hidden in the darkness.

The dark pupils stared at Qianmiao's eyes for a moment.

A few words came out from the thin lips: "I have a hobby of cleanliness."

Qian Miao's face was silent, "So?"

His voice was clear and merciless: "This house is forbidden to enter without my permission, including his breath."

Qianmiao raised his chin, and rushed straight into his eyes with a carefree and playful look, "What does that have to do with me?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his arm suddenly pressed against the wall next to her ear, preventing all possible business trips in her eyes, chuckled, and asked: "Who is the man who sent you back just now? Huh?"

Qianmian Jiran, looking at him with a leisurely and calm gaze, suddenly smiled: "Are you... jealous?"

Under the warm yellow light, her smile bloomed wantonly on her flawless face.

The man's expression froze, his eyes slightly trance.

As a result, he didn't know what Qianmiao said close to his ear.

After the girl finished, his fingertips picked up his earlobe and moved like a playful.

"Good night." She said teasingly, then turned and walked towards the room.

Feng Xian squinted her eyes and faintly reacted, the words entrained in her sentence just now: ears are really red.

At this time, he had been standing silently in the corner of the hallway when he came out.

He was still holding some urgently processed documents in his hand, and his face was full of joy.

"Master, it looks like you have been teased by a girl."

He walked down with a smile on his face, "Master, you don't see, you are quite pure."

Feng Xian glanced over with a cold eye, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, you forgot. Didn't you ask me to send the documents? Did you forget about other things in your mind?"

Feng Xian took the document and looked down, "Uncle Yu, do you want to retire early?"

Old Yu had to shut up.

The next morning.

Tang Qianming started to wake up later than usual, and when he woke up, he was still awakened by the smell of rice.

When I got up, I saw Feng Xian standing in the kitchen as soon as I arrived in the living room.

He... is cooking?

Tang Qianming narrowed his eyes, moved a few steps, and looked at it from the side.

It happened to see him take out two eggs from the basket.

"Fried eggs or boiled?" He didn't turn his head, his voice was as pale as water.

Qianmiao raised her lips, "Did it for me?"

The man still didn't look back, "Just by the way."

(Author: later later, there will be a special episode dedicated to write our men should greatly heart of mental activity, ha ha ha ......)