His Wife Calls The Shots

After walking through the entrance, she confirmed the location of Feng Xian based on the direction of her breath—the entrance to the stairs.

In the dimly lit space, the slender man leaned against the wall, his head was lowered, his long legs were bent all the time, and the whole person was motionless, as if falling asleep.

But no one fell asleep and would stand so steady.

She ambled over, stretched out her hand, and pressed it beside his shoulder.

With a snap, the lights on the stairs turned on, still the twilight of orange, and the not-so-bright beams of light hit the man's handsome and clear face, and also illuminated the clear color in his eyes.

Not a trace of sleepiness.

So, he didn't fall asleep.

Qian Miao calmly faced his gaze and said, "Why don't you turn on the lights?"

The man's eyes were filled with unpredictable emotions, and he said lightly, "Just came in."

The low and warm voice, with a hint of hoarseness, gave these simple three words a layer of indistinct light.

Although his eyes were indifferent, he couldn't hide the sharpness in his bones, and the naked scrutiny was revealed inadvertently.

Qian Miao found it interesting, looked at him with her head tilted slightly, and smiled lightly, "Do you have something to say?"

The man suddenly lowered his head and approached slightly. Half of his handsome face was drenched in warm yellow light, and half was hidden in the darkness.

The dark pupils stared at Qian Miao's eyes for a moment.

The thin lips slowly spread out a few words: "I have a cleanliness addiction."

Qian Miao's face was calm, "So?"

His voice was shallow and ruthless: "No one else is allowed in this house without my permission, including his breath."

Qian Miao raised her chin, and her fearless and playful eyes rushed straight into his eyes, "What does that have to do with me?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his arm suddenly pressed against the wall beside her ear, preventing her from all possibilities of deserting her eyes. With a low laugh, he asked, "Who was the man who sent you back just now? Huh?"

Qian Miao was silent, looking at him with leisurely and calm eyes, and suddenly, smiled: "Are you... jealous?"

Under the warm yellow light, her smile bloomed wantonly on her flawless face.

The man's expression froze, his eyes slightly dazed.

So much so that he didn't know what Qian Miao said close to his ear.

After the girl finished speaking, her fingertips lifted his earlobe and moved it playfully.

"Good night." She said teasingly, then turned and walked towards the room.

Feng Xian narrowed her eyes and faintly realized that in her sentence just now, there were a few words entrained in her: her ears are really red.

At this time, Lao Yu, who had been standing silently in the corner of the entrance as a wooden man, came out.

He was still holding some urgently processed documents in his hand, and his face was full of joy.

"Master, you seem to have been teased by a little girl."

He walked down with a smile on his face, "Young master, I can't tell, you are quite pure."

Feng Xianyi glanced over with cold eyes, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, you forgot, didn't you just ask me to deliver the documents? Did you forget about other things in your mind?"

Feng Xian took the document and looked down, "Uncle Yu, do you want to retire early?"

Lao Yu had to shut up.

The next morning.

Tang Qianmiao woke up a little later than usual. When he woke up, he was still awakened by the smell of rice.

After getting up, as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Feng Xian standing in the kitchen.

Is he... cooking?

Tang Qianmiao narrowed his eyes, moved a few steps, and looked at it from the side.

Just in time to see him take out two eggs from the basket.

"Fried eggs or boiled eggs?" He didn't look back, his voice was as light as water.

Qian Mi raised her lips, "Did it for me?"

The man still didn't look back, "Just by the way."-

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(The author said: In the future, there will be a small fan special about the psychological activities of our male protagonist, hahaha...)