His Wife Calls The Shots

Now the weather is cold, and her hands have a sense of emptiness.

Wearing gloves is too boring. If there is a cutie walking with her, she can take it out of her pocket and warm her hands.

After thinking about this, she decided to go to the pet shop for a while.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wanyu has been busy until five or six o'clock, and it is still not over.

At this time, she was already awake.

Surrounded by coffee and snacks that have long since cooled down.

She stretched and walked to the window to look down.

As night fell, the lanterns first came on, and there was a heavy snowfall in the sky.

This night is Christmas Eve.

The street is very lively, and Christmas costumes can be seen everywhere, warm and warm.

Christmas songs are played in a loop from the stereo of the roast chicken shop on the street, accompanied by various "half price" advertisements, attracting passers-by.

Qianmiao glanced at the phone, and the ninety-nine plus messages, all the way down, were all small red dots indicating unread.

Various groups and private messages are all wishing her a happy holiday.

She took a moment to reply to the past one by one.

Many friends were not in the capital, but they still sent her gifts. Heiji had already taken pictures for her to see.

Because the address is written on the black chicken side, all gifts from other places are sent to him.

Because the picture deliberately found a special shooting angle, it looked like a whole room was filled with gifts.

Heiji: Boss, your popularity is so good, so I am in a miserable situation. I received a few apples today.

Qian Miao raised his lips.

Qian: Where is my apple?

Black Chicken: How can I miss you? I have already eaten it for you.

Thousands: deduction of wages.

Black Chicken: Don't think about it! tyrant!

Qian: Did all the gifts I asked you to send out?

Heiji: Don't worry, you can put one hundred and twenty hearts when I do things.

Heiji: But... Boss, did you miss someone?

Black chicken: (picture)

This person sent her a picture of a black-bone chicken staring at an empty basket, with the caption: Where is my egg?

The hint should not be too obvious.

She smiled and replied slowly.

Qian: Look through your shoe cabinet.

Then, the other side was quiet for three minutes.

Then, she received a voice.

At one o'clock, the man's screams instantly covered the entire reception room.

Qianmiao pulled the phone away and turned off the voice.

Heiji sent her several voices in succession, and then several 360-degree close-up photos of the Porsche car keys without blind spots.

Black Chicken: Boss, is it true?

Black Chicken: Boss, I, I, I, I, I can really have it?

Black Chicken: Boss, it's...so handsome!

Black Chicken: Boss, I'm not dreaming!

Black Chicken: Boss, where is the car?

Qian Miangui smiled and sent her an address for picking up the car.

Qian: Take it away within half an hour, otherwise I will take it back.

The black chicken was silent.

She could imagine this guy running out of the house in a hurry.

Once, she accidentally saw him staring at this latest Porsche model, and knew he wanted to buy it.

The price is okay, just over two million.

This year, it happened to be the fourth year that the black chicken had been with her. She was thinking about what employee benefits would be given to her. After finding this, she ordered a car for him. It just happened recently.

She exited and clicked into another person's dialog box.

In the picture is a selfie of a man with the Beijing Airport in the background.