His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 277

As soon as the voice fell, the room suddenly fell into silence.

Qian Miao was subconsciously full of chewing speed, her eyes seemed to be staring at the door, but in fact her whole soul was leaning back.

About five seconds later, Feng Xian said faintly, "Steal chickens and dogs."

The air suddenly froze.

Qian Miao's expression slowly turned cold, and the corners of her eyes showed coldness.

Master Songya laughed: "This is true, this is true! Hahaha... This child likes to catch cats and dogs, and especially likes to eat game, because of this, I have locked her countless times. The confinement, the worst one, almost drove her out of the teacher's door."

Feng Xian took a light sip of the tea, and Yu Shuo said to Qian Miao, "The skin is genuine leather."

"you……"

Qian Miao sat up straight, with gas in her eyes, looking at the two of them, hesitating to say anything.

After staring for a few seconds, she exhaled: "Forget it, I'll go out for a walk."

"Go out again, you child, don't spend much time with Master." Master Songya sang a bitter scene.

"Let her play for a while." Feng Xian said.

Qian Miao, who was standing at the door, with a complicated expression, walked towards the corridor at will, intending to go to the main hall.

When she was far away, Feng Xian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly asked Master Songya, "Master, I want to ask you about something."

Seeing that he was so serious, Master Songya also became serious: "Oh? What's the matter?"

Feng Xian was silent for a second, and said, "During the time when I was here six years ago, did you send someone to hunt down the girl in the middle of the night?"

Master Songya fell into a long-term memory, and his expression was frozen for a while, and after a while, he slowly shook his head: "I occasionally send a few brothers to find her, and it is also because she is too skinny and often hides, but at night, there is no. "

"What, did something happen?" Master Songya asked.

Feng Xian raised his eyes: "It seems that I was deceived."

The master was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "It turns out that this is the case, it's normal, don't look at this child, she is stable now, she used to be skinnier than a boy, and when she talks, no one can compare with her. Even better than her mother could say."

Feng Xian was a little distracted. In his memory, he vaguely remembered that that night six years ago, the girl in his arms was shivering all over and breathing quickly, like a frightened bunny.

That was the first time she called him brother.

...

Six years ago, one night in early autumn, it rained heavily.

Tonight, the heavy rain started to build momentum in the evening, and it finally poured down slowly after eleven o'clock at night.

In the sealed single room, the lights are still on.

His eye injury hasn't healed yet, and Uncle Yu is changing his dressing and wrapping him with new gauze.

Dozens of days and nights of darkness bore him deeply, especially at night. After all, he couldn't even enjoy a simple pastime like reading a book.

He could only listen to the radio, but the signal on the mountain was up and down, so he was not in the mood to continue listening, so he simply turned it off.

At this stage, only the sound of heavy rain beating on the tiles filled his ears, crackling, and he frowned.

"Master, I'm going out first, you have a good rest."

"Um."

Lao Yu turned off the light, so he closed the door and went out.

Back in the house, he lay comfortably in bed, texted and chatted with his family, and then opened a movie to watch.

The sound of the rain overwhelmed the sound of the movie, so he had to put on headphones.

In the next door, Feng Xian was leaning on the pillow, holding a simple bamboo arrow in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth occasionally twitched.

After a while, the sound of the heavy rain was much quieter. He put down the bamboo arrow and prepared to fall asleep. At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the courtyard, as if something fell heavily on the ground, splashing a splash of water.