His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 407

He put his fingers on his lips, coughed lightly, and eased the embarrassment: "Then I'll change it."

He never did such a thing.

There are many women who like him, each of them is very obedient, and the requirements are also material, and they are easy to meet.

This is the first time I have encountered such a father-like service of storytelling.

After thinking about it for a while, before he could say anything, he suddenly heard the sound of even breathing.

He was stunned for a moment, then leaned over to see that Lu Wanyu was already asleep.

He smiled suddenly, feeling a little "incredible".

He... actually coaxed a girl to sleep.

There was an inexplicable sense of achievement in my heart.

Weird, incredible.

He took the door and walked out, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a man working in the kitchen.

"Axian, what are you doing?"

Feng Xian poured the hot milk into the cup and took it out of the kitchen.

"You can go." He said.

"What about you? Are you going to be with her?"

Cang Zeyue made a sleep gesture.

Feng Xian glanced at him and walked upstairs.

After a while, he came down.

Cang Zeyue was admiring the oil painting on the wall. Hearing the voice, he didn't turn his head, and said, "I never imagined that this kid is also a fan of Su Yanluo."

"You too?"

Feng Xian picked up his jacket and walked out the door.

Cang Zeyue followed and closed the door tightly.

After that, he answered his question: "Forget it, there is a piece of work in my family's collection that really pokes me."

"It's a pity, I don't know what it looks like."-

After Qian Miao dried her hair, she thought about going downstairs to see Lu Wanyu.

When I opened the door, I saw a glass of milk.

There is a piece of paper on it.

【Good night. 】

She held the warm milk glass and stared into it.

She has always felt that pure milk has a strange taste, and she has never liked it.

When she was a child, her mother told her that she couldn't grow taller without drinking milk, so she could barely drink a cup a day.

Later, her mother stopped staring at her. She didn't drink if she could, and gradually formed a habit, subconsciously rejecting milk as soon as she saw it.

But now this cup doesn't seem so pure.

Look closely, there is a light red color, and the aroma of strawberries.

Suspicion took a sip, and there was no strange smell of pure milk at all.

It was cold, and she drank a whole glass in one fell swoop.

She pursed her lips and reminisced about the aftertaste. She suddenly felt that her prejudice against milk was a little deep.

Actually, it's pretty tasty.

Go downstairs with an empty cup, the lights have been turned off downstairs.

After she cleaned the cup, she went to Lu Wanyu's room to take a look.

Quietly, slept soundly.

At 2:50 in the morning, she turned off the light and lay down, sleeping on her side.

Although his eyelids were closed, he was not very sleepy.

After a few seconds, her hand groped in the dark, she accurately grasped the porcelain doll by the pillow, held it in her hand, and clasped the eyes of the doll with her thumb.

At the same time, the Tang family.

It was in the dead of night when Lin Wenyu carefully came out of the Tang's house, wearing a hat, and ran to the corner of the Tang's gate.

At this point, a car was parked there.

Shi Haihan heard the footsteps, straightened up, opened the door and went out.

He looked at the square box in Lin Wenyu's hand and asked, "Done?"

Lin Wenyu's eyes flashed, then nodded, and handed him the wooden box: "This is the first time I have adjusted this kind of thing, I haven't tried it, so..."

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(About Shi Haihan, review the previous article-he was looking for a scent that could make people lose memory for one of his patients. After the heroine said that he couldn't adjust it, he came to Lin Wenyu)