His Wife Calls The Shots

As the only surviving chimpanzee of BDR-2, Tang Xiaoer has been guarded by her. The last time he went down the mountain was more than half a year ago. At that time, he got off the car that got into the Fengxian, and he was racing on the street, causing a sensation.

In the end, she had to erase the road control records before she escaped.

When Tang Xiaoer saw Bai Mucheng, he reacted greatly, and jumped on his neck, cheering ceaselessly.

Bai Mucheng is prone to allergies. After talking for a while, he didn't persuade him, so he asked Qian Mian for help.

Qianmiao bit a dog's tail grass, leaning lightly against the wooden house wall, her red lips pursing a smile and looking at it quietly, with a sly little evil in the corner of her eyes. In the next second, Tang Xiaoer was encouraged by a slight tick with her finger, and she pulled Bai Mucheng even more jubilantly.

At this time, he took off his shirt directly, just one piece, and the man's strong upper body was immediately exposed.

The moment he turned his back to Qian Miao, the leisurely and pleasant sneer on Qian Miao's face froze slightly.

Bai Mucheng had taken the clothes and was about to put them on.

Qian Miao walked over, staring at the faint scar on his back, wondering: "When was the injury? It's serious."

Now only a new piece of white meat can be seen, not commensurate with the surrounding wheaten skin color.

Bai Mucheng put on his clothes and turned to look at her: "Ten years ago."

She looked up at him.

Ten years ago, at that time, she was ten years old and had known him for four years.

But I never knew that he had anything to do with Fengxian. Even when Fengxian went to the temple to recover from illness, both of them were obviously there. She also told him about Fengxian, but he didn't say a word.

"When was Feng Can?"

Bai Mucheng stretched out his hand and picked the Shannianzi on the top of his head, and gave it to her to eat, and said slowly: "I got hurt when I was fighting with those people."

"Because of this, I won't save Feng Can?"

He met her gaze for a long time and was silent for a long time, as if he couldn't find the right words to answer this question.

Qian Mian didn't want to intervene in the grievances between them before, but now that the words came to his lips, he couldn't help but say it.

"Is there a misunderstanding..."

"No." There was a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth. "At that time, I gave up Feng Can and there was no misunderstanding."

He bowed his head, his phoenix eyes were tender: "Do you think I'm terrible and cold-blooded?"

Qianmian was silent for a second, and only said: "Why?"

This approach is somewhat different from the seniors she knows.

"Because to me, there is something more important than him that I need to guard. I choose one of the two. I have to make a choice."

Something more important.

Qian Mian thought of Qiao Shiwan's words, it was the technical achievement of that car and the painstaking effort of Baijia Company.

"Life is like this. I have chosen one, and I must discard the other. I have already paid the price, and I don't regret it."

"Eleven," he looked at her, his eyes seemed to have many things to say, but when he reached his lips, it only turned into a small smile, "Don't worry about these things for us, in this little head, don't pretend to be troubled."

He tapped her head.

Qianmiao's face was slightly loose, and he returned to his eclectic lazy appearance. He sat on the floor, taking the card handed over by Tang Xiaoer, and arbitrarily replying to him: "It's time to hang a snack to me."

Bai Mucheng smiled, his eyes seemed to say: Impossible.

After three hours, it was getting dark, and the two returned to the temple to have dinner with the master.