His Wife Calls The Shots

Feng Xian pointed her finger at the tall person, and slowly said: "This person is very similar to the 13th. If they are the experimental subject, then these weirdness are likely to be sequelae of the experiment."

Qianmiao pressed the blueprint with his hands, his eyes were a little out of focus: "Luo Yan met them at the age of six and witnessed Yu Manman being taken away on the spot. These people frightened him."

It is not impossible for a six-year-old child who has been very well protected since he was a child. When he saw the **** and weird scene for the first time, it was not impossible to be scared to autism.

I couldn't help imagining those pictures in my mind, which made her heart tighten.

That night, she couldn't sleep. After sitting quietly for a long time, she took a pen and paper and wrote a letter at the desk.

The letter was deleted and deleted, and it was not until dawn that a complete one came out.

She put it in the envelope and took it to Luo Yan's bedside table and put it away.

There is her story. She used enough words to be concise and concise, but she still used two full pages when she finished writing.

After writing, my heart is empty but heavy.

She returned to the room, intending to make up for a sleep. After opening the door and seeing the cold and empty room, she closed the door unconsciously and turned her head to look at the door next door.

Pushing the door next door, she glanced, focusing on the bump under the silver-gray quilt. Fengxian stayed with her very late last night, and then she started to write letters before drove him out of the room.

Sleeping soundly now.

Seeing the bulge, the heavy feeling in her heart disappeared inexplicably, and she became lighter.

After thinking for a second, she closed the door, picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it to one end, lay down and slept sideways, with her face facing Fengxian.

The calm and contentment in her heart made her go to sleep quickly, without a dream.

At noon, when she was full, she opened her eyes and closed her eyes, stretched out instinctively, and suddenly found that the place where her hand was touching was warm and warm.

The sofa has also softened.

Aware that it was wrong, she lifted her eyes to see that she was not lying on the sofa, but on the sealed bed.

When did she fall asleep?

There is still warmth on his side, which shows that he hasn't gotten up long.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, just in time to see the man coming out of the bathroom, wiping his hair with a bath towel in his hand, his upper body was naked, and his eight-pack abs was eye-catching.

She froze for a second, staring blankly, and two seconds later, she turned her face away mechanically.

"Why did you wake up? Did I make a noise in the bath?" Feng Xian came over, covering her ears with her hands and smoothing the hair beside her.

It's like playing a kitten.

She shook her head and looked away: "No."

The air was mixed with a warm fragrance, coming in from his nose, as soft as his voice.

Then, she heard Fengxian's low laugh, with only one sound.

When he turned his head again, his upper body was already dressed.

Inexplicably, the picture just now became clearer in her mind.

"I'll wash my face." She got out of bed.

A force grabbed her arm and gently led her back into his arms.

After a while, he let go, bowed his head and said to her: "If you are familiar with me, you won't be easily shy."

She didn't even lift her head, and the redness of her ears was deeper than before.

I always feel that "familiar" has a deep meaning.

"I'm not shy." Her retort was stiff, and she added: "Master said, don't look at indecent assault."

The curvature of the man’s mouth became more pronounced. He rubbed her hair a little bit vigorously, and slowly let go of her: "Go wash."

She nodded and moved away, the pace was straight.

He smiled slightly, his eyes full of dozing.