His Wife Calls The Shots

There is an office business desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the curtains on both sides are opened, a large amount of morning light spills in, spreading on his back, the white shirt seems to be pacing with a faint layer of gold.

He turned on the computer to work remotely and didn't even look at it.

From supporting his chin to putting his chin on his head with his hands folded, Qian Miao's posture became more and more lazy, but the same thing was that his eyes kept staring at him.

The two remained silent for fifteen minutes until the doorbell rang.

He sighed softly, closed the computer, got up to open the door.

Her eyes moved with him.

The waiter set aside the breakfast and left. The table was filled with local special breakfasts in duplicate.

After setting up one by one, he opened the position, and finally looked at her.

Qian Miao closed his eyes and pretended not to see it.

The man's breath approached.

When she thought the man was about to speak, her body suddenly lightened, and she was caught off guard by him and came to the table.

He was about to put her down, but found that her arms were holding his neck, not letting go.

His eyes met, no one said anything.

After a while, he frowned: "It's time to eat, ancestor."

She finally raised the corners of her lips, but didn't give her a hand. She approached his face and asked, "Master, are you still angry?"

Feng Xian turned her eyes, was silent for a while, then looked down at her again.

Seeing her smiling, charming and cute, he laughed helplessly: "I lost to you."

Since then, this "cold war" has ended in failure.

Qianmiao's feet fell to the ground lightly, but his waist was hugged, hugged, and kissed.

The morning in Biya Country can also have a different warmth.

In the afternoon, the two went out to inspect the camp of the rescue team here.

The five hundred people in the dark league are very useful, and everyone has a lot of manpower under them. Among them, in this city, there is a small team leading a hundred people in charge of rescue work, and the camp is located in the security zone.

They contacted one of them, who was an S-level master in the Dark League, code-named Black Bear.

As the name suggests, people are tall and strong, with dark skin.

Hearing that they were coming, the black bear waited at the entrance of the camp early.

Seeing the two get out of the car, they hurried over to greet them.

He bluntly said that he was a fan of the two. During the training period in the dark alliance, he often went to see the statues of the two on the myth wall and used them as examples.

Seeing a real person at this moment is inevitably excited.

"If you two are still in the alliance, we must all elect you to be the leader of the alliance, it's a pity."

He said while introducing the two.

The people inside saw them and both stood up, some were busy with food and some moved stools.

"Don't be busy, we came here today, mainly to understand the work during this period, okay?" Qian Miao asked.

The black bear hurriedly reported his work. Since they arrived here, he has made a simple summary of the situation every day.

After a few words, it can be summed up in four words: not optimistic.

The black bear sighed again and again: "It seems that the Biya country cannot be saved. Although their country is small, the national conditions are not simple. There are local forces everywhere, it is difficult to control, and they do not cooperate with the work above. The people in our rescue team are treated as enemies, and even the relief supplies we send are rejected. What’s more serious is that their religious beliefs define this catastrophe as a catastrophe, and they can only obey and cannot resist. In such a place, even if we take it When the vaccine becomes widespread, it may not be shot."