His Wife Calls The Shots

These words calmed Qiao Shiwan's heart for a while, but didn't follow.

The next door is quiet, with lights on the first floor.

The man walked in and a smell of coffee came.

There was a cup of steaming coffee on the table, with a strong milky aroma, but no one drank it.

Turning his head to look to the courtyard next to him, he saw Qian Mian.

She is playing with the puppies.

He didn't disturb her, just stopped and stared.

After a while, she was noticed.

"Give it the coffee," she said.

Feng Xian walked to her and squatted down, putting his hand on the head of the dog in her arms.

"Not asleep yet?"

Qian Miao put the dog back in the cage and said, "I didn't mean to tell me a story, I'll wait."

He rolled his lips: "Well, tell a story."

Qian Miao walked back, and left a sentence: "After fifteen minutes, I will take a bath first."

She turned her head and looked over.

He stared into her eyes, he clearly had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know how to say it when he reached his mouth.

"It doesn't matter, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

She blinked and looked at him quietly, seemingly puzzled.

But he didn't say anything again.

She didn't ask, but said: "I will leave without telling you."

After a while, the girl turned the corner and walked away.

Feng Xian looked back at the litter of dogs, remembering the look in her eyes when she stroked them.

She likes children.

But God took away this right from her.

Fifteen minutes later, he knocked on the door and went in.

Qianmiao was already lying down on the bed, his eyes pointed at the wool blanket beside the bed.

"It's time to start."

Feng Xian held a document with no text in his hand and sat down against the wall.

He turned off the ceiling light like last time, leaving only one night light.

The story tonight is very warm. The protagonist has solved a case, and the protagonist of the unit of the case is a couple who have suffered.

Qianmiao listened intently, and didn't interrupt him.

I don't know if his voice is too warm or the story is too touching. After she heard it, she felt warm in her heart, as if infused with sunlight.

The unit story comes to the end, and the reader's words to the heroine are sealed.

"He said, it’s okay. What I like is not the accessories and any value on my body, but. It’s okay, the suffering will pass, and I will go hand in hand with it."

He closed the document, turned his head and looked over, his eyes seemed to be pacing with a warm light.

Qianmiao's eyes closed and fell asleep.

He guarded for a while, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

A light good night, then left.

The moment the door closed, Qian Mian opened his eyes.

She turned over and lay on her back.

The picture from more than an hour ago flashed before my eyes.

In the small garden outside the main building of the old man, she was walking slowly, holding a hearing aid removed from her ear in her hand.

After a while, she closed her eyes and went to sleep, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

In the dream, she returned to the sultry late summer.

Holding the medicine pot in her hand, the black medicine soup came out from the spout, and she poured out a small bowl.

The man in front of him was very noble, elegant and quiet. She couldn't see it, but she was able to take the bowl of medicinal soup from her with precision.

The finger was pressed on her finger.

That was the first time that she felt that there was no electric shock and her body would feel numb.

The next day, breakfast time.

Feng Can was not at home, and Feng's house was much quieter.

Qian Miao has class this morning and gets up early to eat.

As soon as I arrived at the table, I saw Yu Manman.

She smiled at Qianmiao: "Morning."

Qian Miao's face was faint, his anger was difficult to distinguish: "Morning."