His Wife Calls The Shots

At this time, Feng Xian walked in, seeing that the atmosphere was not right, and the eyebrows closed unconsciously.

"Brother, there is a thief in the temple, all your things have been stolen!" the monk said.

Feng Xian's face was solemn, and she came to her, just about to check, when she was suddenly blocked by her hand.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on, I'll get the gift back later."

"Ah, Senior Sister, do you know the thief?"

Qian Mian glanced at Feng Xian, and then said "Yeah" when he looked at him.

At the same time, put the black hair in your hand in your pocket.

"I'll go over and deal with it first. You will wait here for a while."

"Let's go together." Feng Xian said.

"No, it doesn't see strangers." After a sentence, she walked out.

Feng Xian looked at her back, the color in her eyes was very different from just now.

"He Sang"

"Huh?" The monk looked up at him.

His eyes were indifferent: "Are you stealing a male or female?"

"It looks like a man dressed and back."

"Does it have hair?"

The monk felt that his face was getting more and more serious, so he thought about it seriously, "He is wearing a hat... well, yes! I'm sure, he has hair, it's black."

If you have hair, then it’s not with Sang

"How old is it?"

"How old? This...it doesn’t look big, but it’s in your early twenties at most. By the way, I’m pretty good at it. I thought it was a thief, but since Senior Sister Eleven knows it, it should be a game. Misunderstanding, brother, you don't have to worry, sister is very reliable in doing things, she is sure to get things back for you in a while."

Fengxian kept silent, and his mind was full of Qianmiao maintaining the appearance of Rao. After a moment, a dark tide surged in his eyes.

Qianmiao walked up the mountain road for seven or eight minutes, and found a house in the forest. There was a shelter around it. At first glance, it looked like a landslide. In fact, he pushed aside the grass and went down, but there was a bamboo house.

Before I got closer, I heard the clicking sound when I was eating potato chips.

She didn't enter, she stood at the door with her pockets in her pockets, her eyes were indifferent, and her voice was lazy: "Tang Er."

With this sound, the click inside suddenly stopped!

Qianmiao's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly turned to the side window of the bamboo house, walked over there unhurriedly, leaned against the side, and had nothing to say.

In the next second, the window was gently opened, and an agile figure jumped out of it and landed lightly.

This is an orangutan wearing human clothes, about 1.5 meters tall,

When it saw Qianmiao, it fell back in shock, and the potato chips in its mouth fell to the ground and spilled a lot.

It snorted, quickly picked it up and stuffed it back.

Qian Miao squatted down and looked at it, with a speechless expression: "Is it delicious?"

The orangutan nodded, grabbed a handful, and handed it to her.

Qian Mian was speechless, then smiled and sat on the floor.

The orangutan laughed a few times as he looked at her amiable, and danced.

"I didn't calm down." Qian Miao suddenly put away his smile.

The orangutan clenched tightly, sat down holding the potato chips, glanced at her surreptitiously, and then began to sign language.

I'm hungry

Qian Miao stretched out his hand and touched its belly, bulging, and patted it instantly: "It's so bulging, I ate at least two bananas at noon."

She sniffed, and said, "Oh, where did you get the durian?"

Tang Er dodged his eyes, scratching his belly pretendingly.

Then he typed sign language again.

I will not dare next time.