His Wife Calls The Shots

The gloomy air on Jun Rong dissipated a lot, and he went in slowly and took a look.

Among the people who commented, there is no that little rabbit with fierce milk.

Don't look at it.

"How's the family doing these days?" he asked.

Lao Yu listened, giggled and reported the situation at home.

First, it was said that Feng Can asked Feng Can for the 300th time to buy a car and was forced to study, and then said how delicious Qiao Shiwan's new dishes are.

Feng Xian frowned: "Talk about the point."

"The point?"

Lao Yu was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds he laughed heartily: "Oh, Miss Qian Miao, she's fine, she eats, sleeps, and goes to school on time, nothing unusual."

"I go to bed very late every day, but I have to go to school the next day and wake up very early. The lack of sleep should affect my learning to some extent."

Feng Xian listened to this, thoughtful. -

At half past ten at night, Feng Xian stood at the gate of Dongyuan, holding a Samoyed with drooping eyelids in his hand, walking back and forth.

At first, Samoyed lazily walked around with him, but after half an hour, the little thing couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply lay on the ground and let Feng Xian drag him along, with a fearless aura of love. .

Feng Xian occasionally glanced at the circle of friends, and there were still some new comments, but there was still no little rabbit with fierce milk.

He stuffed the phone back into his pocket, leaned his back against the wall, and waited quietly.

In the dead of night, almost everyone was asleep. He leaned against the cold wall, and the night wind slowly blew his face.

After waiting for a long time, his eyelids were half-closed unconsciously, and he was half-awake.

Under the night, the moonlight elongated his long shadow, slowly turning the angle as time passed.

At 1:30 in the morning, the phone in his hand shook, pulling him back from his light sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to realize that he had been in this standing position for a long time, his ears were cold from the night wind, and his face felt more tense.

Looking at the long road with bright street lights ahead, there is not a single person in sight.

The Samoyed sneezed, stood up with shaking white hair, and looked at him a little resentfully, as if sending a pleading signal.

Feng Xian's face was soft, he bent down and squatted down, rubbing its head: "Why, sleepy?"

"Ow..."

The little guy's voice is also weak.

"Do you miss her?" Feng Xian asked the little guy.

The little guy tilted his head and looked at his master, but he didn't respond.

Suddenly, the master's mouth moved again.

"I think so," he said.

Samoyed looked at him for a while, then lay on his knees and acted coquettishly.

Feng Xian's gaze shifted to his phone. He wanted to check the time, but he saw the addition of the newly commented user, the little rabbit who has always been fierce.

Two minutes ago, Qian Miao liked his post.

Two minutes ago, Qian Miao commented on his dynamic——

[The noise is a bit loud. 】-

At the same time, Qian Mi turned off the night lights in the river view south of the city, ready to fall asleep.

As soon as I pulled the quilt, the phone rang.

Feng Xian's words jumped on the screen, she thought about it for a moment, and then answered.

A warm voice came: "It's me."

"Well...I know." She leaned against the soft pillow, holding her phone.

"Aren't you coming back tonight?"

Qian Mi blinked, and suddenly reacted: "Are you... are you waiting for me?"

There was a bit of teasing in her words.

"What if I say yes?"

This answer was unexpected.

Indeed, there was a whirring wind coming from his side.

She was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Why wait for me?"

The tone sounded serious.

He seemed to smile, his voice was breathy, and slowly came: "Sleep well, good night."