my husband is a killer

Chapter 143 Orphanage 4
She has recovered, but the frequency of her daze is even higher, and she doesn't know where she is drifting away when she is doing something or thinking about it.Occasionally he saw it, but he just woke her up quietly and never said anything.

Then they looked at each other, with smiles on their faces as if nothing had happened, continued to do what they were supposed to do, and continued the peaceful days they carefully concealed.

In that quiet time together, they actually went back to the angel's house together once!
In fact, it happened suddenly. On that day, she suddenly received a call from the director. There was a child named Xiaolei in the orphanage who had been ill for a few days. He asked her if she was free, and she immediately agreed without thinking.The dean is like a mother to her, and all the children in the Angel House are her own brothers and sisters, and she has always been responsive to their requests!

After hanging up the phone, she saw him open the door, and she suddenly had another urge to go back!

For some reason, I suddenly wanted the dean to take a look at him!

The kind dean once said to her with a smile, "Xiao Jiao, if you have a boy you like, you must bring it back for me to take a look. I'll count it after I've seen it!"

Although I know that even if she has seen it, she won't count, but she just can't help but want to do it!
He didn't know her thoughts at this level. Hearing that she was going back, his eyes rolled twice on that expectant face, and he couldn't help but nodded and agreed to go with her!
The two of them knocked on the door of the dean's room together, and when they appeared in front of the dean, the kind and kind old lady was surprised and delighted, stood up from behind the desk, pushed and pushed her glasses, and laughed at all the creases at the corners of her eyes. Arrived in a bunch!
The warm gold of the setting sun slanted in from the window, the sunken wooden bookcase, the entire wall of books, the other three walls were covered with poorly handwritten paintings, the smoothed edges and corners of the mahogany desk reflected a layer of warm light, and the table was full of books. There are children's small handicrafts, and a pot of jasmine flowers with white petals that are full of vitality. This office is not big, but it is full of comfortable and warm atmosphere. Once you step in, you can't help but relax!

The dean, who already had silver hair, was wearing a plain cheongsam. On the silver-gray satin surface was a willow dark green branch, slanting upwards, elegant and generous. She came out from behind the mahogany desk, and held Lan Jiao affectionately, but kept her eyes on her side looked at the man, and asked with a smile:

"Xiaojiao, you never said you would bring friends back, this gentleman is..."

(End of this chapter)