His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1072

Feng Xian didn't wake up, and was crushed to death by alcohol.

She stared at him with her head propped up, and smiled slowly.

The slender fingers stretched out and gently scratched his nose, as if teasing a little puppy.

The man still didn't respond.

After a long while, she imitated his posture and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and dozing off.

The fingers tapped on the knees, rising and falling with the brisk melody.

The song "Next Second" by singer Zhang Bichen.

[I really want to be able to do this, so that I can grow old forever, preferably in the next second~]

Maybe she was drunk tonight too. -

When Feng Can and Wei Wu returned to Feng's house, they only saw the hot air balloon's buttocks, which were still so dark that they couldn't be seen clearly.

He didn't want to miss such a rare scene, so he hurried to find the telescope.

Let Wei Wu see it first, then see it for yourself.

"No, I can't see anyone." Feng Can complained, "I wish I had known about installing a camera in a hot air balloon, or who has a flying machine?"

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Shiwan's head burst into a shudder: "Don't always think about your brother, take your girlfriend to dinner."

she laughed.

Feng Can's ears were stained crimson.

Just as he was about to leave, someone pinned his shoulders, and when he turned his head, it was Cang Zeyue.

"Brother Cang."

With a cigarette dangling from the corner of Cang Zeyue's mouth, his voice was slightly lowered: "Come with me."

"what's up?"

"come over."

People are dragged away.

When he got to the side, Cang Zeyue took out the cigarette, with a little melancholy on his brows: "Did you meet Bai Mucheng just now?"

Feng Can frowned, and said, "Well, I drove him away."

"Drive away?" Cang Zeyue laughed, took a puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled. He was silent for a long time, with a trace of struggle and irritability between his brows: "I don't want to worry about it...Damn it, you go first."

Feng Can couldn't understand him, and neither could he understand: "Brother Cang, what are you doing?"

Cang Zeyue snuffed out the cigarette casually, and threw it into the trash can next to him, "Adults naturally have their own things to be busy with, and your child doesn't need to worry about it."

With a lazy sound, he turned and walked towards the gate, his back was like a lazy and domineering snake king.

Feng Can rubbed the back of his head, feeling suspicious.

After a while, Cang Zeyue came to the gate of Fengzhai.

On the way, he called Bai Mucheng, and the two made an appointment to meet at the intersection.

When he got there, he saw a car. After walking past, he deliberately wiped off the smell of cigarettes on his body, and then opened the door to get on.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat on it, I was choked by a strong smell of smoke.

He coughed twice and looked at the man in the driver's seat who was shrouded in mist.

The warm and gentle handsome face was blurred by the white mist, giving the impression that ink was dotted on white paper and then crumpled.

"Sex change?" Cang Ze asked with a smile.

Bai Mucheng and Feng Xian were best friends in the past, and one of the characteristics they both have in common is that they hate the smell of cigarettes.

Compared to Feng Xian, Bai Mucheng was a little more obvious.

In the past, he would feel disgusted by anyone who passed by smoking, which could last for a whole day.

But at this time, the smell of smoke on his body was heavier than his own.

Bai Mucheng slowly raised his eyes, the mole under his phoenix eyes was hidden in the darkness, and a deep and sharp light radiated from his eyes: "What's the origin of the little man who follows Feng Can?"

Cang Ze raised his eyebrows: "Did you like it?"

"Let's take it for granted."

Cang Xuan smiled: "Do you want me to beat you or want Axian to kill you? I won't say anything about it before.

He let out a hey, and approached Bai Mucheng with a smile: "So, Tang Qianqian isn't the person you're looking at?"

Bai Mucheng turned his head sideways, his calm eyes were level with him.

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(Guess everyone, what is Dabai thinking?)

(Today is over, good night.)