His Wife Calls The Shots

There is a rocking chair on the terrace, enough for two people to sit down.

He hugged her to watch the rain quietly, his hands slowly followed her soft hair, and he kissed her forehead from time to time.

Qianmiao's eyes were dazed, staring at the rain screen in a daze.

She was a bit boring these days, the laboratory was disbanded, her studies were over long ago, and even the company had all been accounted for. There was nothing to bother her, and her life was boring.

Fortunately, there is still a seal, and he is with him.

He can stay with her 24 hours a day, which is really good.

But she spent most of the time sleeping and couldn't respond to him.

She doesn't want to sleep, but her body needs it, and she can't resist it.

When I woke up again, the rain had stopped. She was sleeping on the sofa, covered with a thin quilt, which was a little stuffy.

Energetic was much better, she put on her shoes and walked out the door.

The smell of rice is in the air, and it is time for dinner.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Fengxian as expected. He is making a meal, making it by himself.

She walked over, pressed her face to his back, and hugged him.

"It smells good."

Feng Xian smiled and said softly, "You can eat in ten minutes."

"But I am hungry now."

"Gluttonous." Feng Xian sneered, but he caught a piece of meat, blew it, and fed it to her mouth.

Qian Mian opened his mouth and ate it, soft and waxy, fat but not greasy, tasty and delicious.

"More." She hugged his waist and looked up, waiting to feed.

A soft smile filled Feng Xian's eyes, full of love and tolerance, but suddenly he suddenly stagnated.

Qian Miao blinked slowly, only to feel that something came out of his nose.

She bowed her head, and a blush fell on Fengxian's clothes.

I'm bleeding again.

The frailty of the body is getting heavier.

That night, she didn't eat much, and she vomited out what she ate, and spent the rest of the time in the hospital.

The wedding day was very lively and many relatives and friends came to give them blessings.

She was dressed in white gauze, holy as snow, sitting quietly in the room waiting for her sweetheart to pick her up.

The door finally opened after the bridesmaids and groomsmen had some fun. Feng Xian was in a white dress, handsome and unparalleled, her eyes reflected her, gentle and watery.

In the sacred church, the emcee with tears in his eyes, smiled and announced: "I now announce that Mr. Feng Xian, and Miss Tang Qianming are officially married. In this life, you will support each other and walk hand in hand for the rest of your life. Now, the groom You can kiss the bride."

Feng Xian lifted her veil, bowed her head and kissed her lips affectionately.

"Hello, my Mrs. Feng."

Friends and relatives clapped, but each of them wetted their eyes.

The third day after the wedding was a sunny day, suitable for fun.

Qianmiao's spirit is better than usual, and he can finally go out.

Feng Xian took her hand and walked slowly on the small road in front of Sheng'an Temple. The two clasped their fingers together, which was very sweet.

When he arrived at the temple, Feng Xian held her in one hand, and a small sapling and some tools in the other, and walked back to the mountain.

There is a piece of land in the back mountain, which is very large and wide. They want to plant trees here, one tree a year.

The work of turning the soil was handed over to Fengxian, and Qian Miao sat on the small stool next to him, watching quietly, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Finally, she is responsible for watering.

The sapling was just planted, and it moved slightly in the wind.

She said: "From now on we will come here to plant one tree together every year, and give it number 01."

"Okay, it's up to you."

He made a special sign and inserted it next to the small tree.