Her Sniper

"It's nothing important. I can handle it myself."

Mr. sniper was a bit surprised: "what's the matter with you?"

"Well," Wen Shishi rubbed in his arms, "as the future young lady of the Jiang family, I have to be able to do it myself."

Mr. sniper chuckled and hugged her in his arms. "I don't want to see you so capable and so strong. Your man is very useless."

"Who said you're useless?" said Wen? Go and get my coat

"Going out?"

"Well, I just looked at the latest news and found that there is a movie that is particularly good-looking. Today is the premiere. Let's go to see it?"

Mr. sniper has no opinion. As long as Wen Shishi is interested, he will accompany him.

It's just

"Premiere tickets are usually reserved in advance. Now we may have no tickets in the past."

"So..." Wen Shishi was a little disappointed, but soon adjusted: "forget it, let's watch TV at home. By the way, this episode of the star love show should be late. "

In the middle of the night, there are some TV shopping and advertisements.

Wen Shishi manipulated the remote control to dial the latest variety show, and pulled Mr. sniper to watch it at the head of the bed.

In the program, Zhen Xi changed her cold attitude towards Meng Xiaoxia before, smiling a lot more.

Jiang wanwan looks bright and lovely, occasionally a little confused, but the overall is still good, although there is still a little gap with Meng Xiaoxia's natural stay, but the effect of the program is really good.

But Wen Shishi tut tut twice: "I don't know who put on this make-up in the evening. The eyebrows are too thick for a girl of her age."

Mr. sniper teased her: "next time you go to make up for her?"

"Yes," Wen Shishi agreed, "but can you settle the expenses for me, you elder brother?"

Mr. sniper asked: "do you want money to make up for your sister-in-law? Su makeup artist, you're a little dark here. "

Wen Shishi hums and laughs: "my brother knows how to settle accounts. Besides, I didn't ask late for money. I asked you for it."

"Yes, how much."

"Well, give me a million flowers first."

On the TV screen, Jiang wanwan suddenly exclaimed, and his face turned pale.

It turned out that two people were cooking at Zhen Xi's home. Jiang wanwan had never touched Yangchun water since he was a child. Naturally, he would not. The leaves of the vegetables were all covered with ice water, and they were all thrown into the hot oil pan, which was directly fried. It was very lively.

Zhen Xi is faster and pulls Jiang wanwan behind her to help her block the splashing oil star with her body.

"Zhenxi is a little man." Wen Shi could not help saying.

"Well?" Mr. sniper's tone was full of warning: "what are you talking about? Who is it

"You, you're the best, aren't you? Ah, what are you doing? Don't stop me from watching TV... "

His kiss has fallen down: "don't look at it. It's hypocritical. There's nothing to look at..."

A beautiful room.

……

The next morning, Wen Shishi was awakened by Meng Xiaoxia's serial calls.

"Poetry! Can you come to the hospital? "

Wen Shishi was startled and suddenly woke up: "OK, I'll come right away. What's wrong with Uncle Meng?"

Meng Xiaoxia's next words almost made her vomit blood: "no, no, my father is much better. He was discharged yesterday. The recent food in the hospital is really delicious. It's not inferior to the five-star hotel, and it's especially cheap! I slipped over to eat again today. I want you to have a taste. "

Wen's poem: "it's..."

"You Can you come? If you can't come, I'll pack it up and deliver it to you. "

Wen's poem: "the Yes, I can. I went to bed a little late yesterday and didn't want to go out

Meng Xiaoxia said with a smile: "Oh, Mr. sniper really is. Isn't he going to get married soon? Why are you so tired..."

"I talked to him about putting off the wedding date."

Meng Xiaoxia's mouth seemed to be stuffed with something, and he said, "why delay? I have all the money ready. "

Wen Shishi chuckled: "keep it first, sooner or later you will have a chance to send it out." It's a long story. You'll be here in a moment, and we'll talk slowly. "

"Ah, OK, I'll buy some delicious food for you."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Shishi sees Mr. sniper coming in from the living room, standing by the window, looking at her, pointing to her tie and signaling her to serve.

Wen Shishi sighed helplessly, stood up and went to the bedside to help him tie his tie.

"Meng Xiaoxia will come later?"

"Well," Wen Shishi said with a smile, "the food in the hospital is very delicious. I'd like to bring it to me."Sniper appeared and held her waist: "I'll ask Dylan to book two tickets for you later, and let her accompany you to the cinema."

"Well, good."

Send him all the way to the porch, Mr. sniper put his arms around her waist and kisses her forehead. Then he reluctantly walked out of the door.

It was a bit rough last night. He's late for work today.

Recently, his needs seem to be more frequent. I really can't cope with them

After washing two of his changed clothes, he went to the kitchen to make a bowl of pumpkin porridge for himself, and the telephone rang.

Wen Shishi took a look and hung up.

She is a little suspicious that Chu Huiting has installed a camera in her home. She always calls her when Mr. sniper is not at home.

Ding Dong Ding Dong -

is the doorbell.

Wen Shishi was very alert. He looked through the cat's eye and determined that it was Meng Xiaoxia. Then he opened the door.

Meng Xiaoxia hissed and came in: "Oh, it's so cold. I don't know what's wrong outside today. It's so windy that my face is almost blown away all the way."

Wenshishi smell speech, busy to her poured a cup of hot water: "first hold, warm."

Meng Xiaoxia is very familiar. He sits down on the sofa in the living room and shrugs his nose like a dog: "what's the smell of your house?"

"I made pumpkin porridge. Would you like it?"

"No, no, No." Meng Xiaoxia frowned: "it's not the taste of porridge, it's a Strange taste, a little fishy. Have you made salted fish? "

In his poems, Wen felt guilty for a moment.

He went too far last night, but he insisted that he should not be too rough for fear of hurting the child.

In the end, he was out several times, making sheets and pillowcases covered.

When she first got up, she changed the sheets and quilt covers and threw them into the washing machine, but it seemed that she hadn't come yet. She remembered to open the window to breathe.

"Ah..." Wen shigu said to him: "maybe it's the taste of the food packed last night. I'll open the window."

Meng Xiaoxia had no heart and said with a smile, "don't eat those salted fish. Come and taste the food I brought you."

Wen Shishi thought it was an ordinary hospital meal, but when he saw Meng Xiaoxia's lunch box, he was dumbfounded.