His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1071

At the end of the Milky Way, stars surrounded a laurel wreath with the number 749 on it. I thought this was the end, but I never thought that there was a very puzzling abbreviation behind 749: FTT.

The carving of this portrait is meticulous, and every detail can stand the test of a magnifying glass. Every piece of space has a little secret. Its eyes are looking straight ahead, with a cold and aloof air, not only the nobility of being independent from the world, but also the brilliance of overwhelming beauty.

Qian Miao stroked the portrait, and when his thumb brushed over the "star cloth", the corners of his mouth raised.

"How do you remember all this?"

Although he was there basically every time his identity was stripped, she didn't see much surprise from him.

I didn't expect it, but I kept it in my mind.

"What does this FTT mean?" She turned to him and asked.

The man smiled meaningfully: "Well... that's just one wish."

desire.

Qian Miao's eyes drooped, and his eyes fell on the three letters, and the color in his eyes suddenly became clear.

The hot air balloon is flying higher and higher, and the surroundings are quiet and peaceful. Thousands of lights spread a magnificent Milky Way under the feet, and the sky is full of stars above the head. At this second, Qian Miao seems to be in a fairyland, a carefree fairyland.

Her fingers slowly reached over and touched Feng Xian's hand.

"Thank you, this is my happiest birthday ever."

The man squatted down and looked at her.

While staring at each other silently, the man slowly approached, with his head tilted slightly, and approached her lips.

Qian Miao didn't blink her eyes, she was still holding the statue in her arms, her fingers tightened a little.

Three inches away, the man said, "Do you want a drink?"

He pulled his hand from behind her and took out a bottle of red wine.

Qian Miao's smile deepened, and she looked quite relaxed.

The aroma of wine is mixed in the cool air, accompanied by the breeze blowing over the branches and leaves.

From time to time, the sound of wine glasses clinking came from inside the hot air balloon.

An hour later, the man was sitting on the floor like Qian Miao, with one long leg stretched out and the other arched, his hands resting on his knees, his head leaned back, his chin was sharply curved, and he walked on the thin moonlight.

His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be overwhelmed by alcohol, and he was a little drowsy.

Qian Miao held an empty wine bottle in her hand, clicked her tongue, put the bottle aside casually, stood up, and enjoyed the night view.

"It's more exciting than watching the sea."

She looked at the dazzling height below and murmured.

There was silence behind him.

Qian Miao turned her head and looked down, the man still maintained the posture and movements just now, his sharp face faced the moonlight, his deep eyebrows were closed, and he was more peaceful than before.

She stared at it for a few seconds, her head resting on the hot air balloon, her index finger leisurely tapped, her eyes were leisurely and lazy, and she blinked only once in a long time.

The music with a gentle melody was playing in the hot air balloon all the time. She didn't know that the melody took away her reason. She squatted down and put her hands on the ground, covering the moonlight on the man's face with her head.

The fresh mint smell entered the tip of her nose, she didn't move much, her eyes closed suddenly.

In eight seconds, she ended her first kiss in twenty years.

One sided kiss.

She sat cross-legged beside him, staring at the man's thin lips, and couldn't help but reach out to wipe away the light red on his lips.

Lu Wanyu put a tomato red lipstick on her lips today, the color is quite dark, and it will stick a little.

Her thumb took a little pressure, and it took a while to get the red off.