The evening meal was exhausted at the time of supper, and by the time it was time to bathe, it was already deep in the night.

Wan Wan insisted on taking a goat's milk bath, and when she yawned and returned to the house, Feng Qingcheng had already fallen asleep.

Wan Wan walked to the bed, and first came to the conclusion that her male god was also very beautiful and eye-catching when he was asleep, and then she was entangled. - How is she going to get there?

This bed is very large, but Feng Qingcheng's height is also very good. There was some space at the head and end of the bed, but that gap was enough for him to sleep comfortably. There are carved mullions at the head and end of the bed. She's not a shadow puppet either, and it's a little harder to get around.

Then there are only three options. First, turn over the light work. Second, step on the edge of the bed and step over him. Three, crawl over him.

Wan Wan looked at the height of the bed and discarded the second item first. Stepping past him, this style of painting is already very wrong. Bowing down again, it's also ugly. Wouldn't it be bad if he woke up and saw it?

Of the remaining two options, the first is clearly the most suitable. But Wan Wan is now very fascinated by sex, and is entangled in whether to take the opportunity to eat his tofu.

I wanted to lean over in my heart, but I wondered if it would make her look too? Corrupting all her original image is second, this behavior is likely to scare her antique male god.

But just gave up the opportunity, Wan Wan always felt a pity.

After struggling for a long time, I found seven or eight angles to climb up, and finally reason prevailed slightly. Wan Wan made a sad face, took a few steps back, jumped lightly, and flipped to the inside of the big bed. It fell silently, and the bed board did not make the slightest vibration.

Wan Wan is very proud of this beautiful light work. I was proud enough, I lay down lightly, looked at the tofu next to me that I wanted to eat but couldn't eat, and the pride on my face faded because of light work. With a depressed head, Wan Wan casually pulled up a quilt horn to put it on, and then closed her eyes and counted the sheep.

Counting a few and opening his eyes again, he closed them again and began to count the cows.

After a while, her breathing became shallow and regular. Feng Qingcheng opened his eyes and sat up without a sound. He first leaned over to look at Wan Wan with a touch of amusement, then covered her with a quilt, and finally put down the heavy brocade tent inside, and then lay back and really fell asleep.

When she got up early in the morning of the second day, Wan Wan looked at the tightly covered quilt on her body in confusion. She vaguely remembered that she had only pulled a quilt yesterday. And she didn't put down the bed net when she got up last night.

Wan Wan turned her head to look at Feng Qingcheng beside her. Seeing that he was still asleep. She knelt up with her hands and feet, leaned over and lifted the bed tent to look out at the sky.

Feng Qingcheng opened his eyes and saw her leaning over from above him. The brocade tent was opened, and the light was cast into the tent, casting a soft halo on Wan Wan's wide plain cotton shirt.

This plain cotton fabric is extremely soft and light, and the light can easily penetrate these two layers of fabric. From the shadow cast by the light, a thin line can be clearly seen, which is simple and powerful and extends upwards to a very perfect shape.

Fengqing City ......

His wife not only did not have the habit of tying her breasts, she did not have the habit of wearing a belly pocket.

Wan Wan looked at the sky outside and felt that it was time to get up, so she retracted her hand and prepared to get up. When Feng Qingcheng saw her move, he subconsciously quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Wan Wan turned around and saw that he was still asleep, thinking that he was resting today, and because it was time for her to go to bed late last night, she planned not to wake him up. He still did his light work and jumped out of bed silently.

After putting on her shoes, Wan Wan felt that Fang Cai's face seemed to be a little red, and she couldn't be sure whether it was the illusion caused by eating too dark light or something else, so Wan Wan gently opened the brocade tent and took a look.

Sure enough, it's a little red.

She touched his forehead lightly, but it didn't feel hot. Then I wondered: Is her male god hot, or is it some kind of dream?

Wan Wan looked at the very warm brocade tent, and then looked at the tightly covered quilt on his body, and came to a conclusion: This eighty percent is hot.

So she gently pulled the quilt off his body and put the brocade tent again. Then he changed his clothes and went out of the house to wash, leaving a quiet room for him to sleep well.

In the room, Feng Qingcheng opened his eyes, his empty heart was light, and he was very relieved. Outside the house, Wan Wan turned like a spinning top, first took Zhuluan to Songhe Courtyard to see Mrs. Tai, and then continued to be busy in the Heavenly Gate.

To identify who among the eight famous catchers is more suitable for the position of left deputy chief catcher and who is more suitable for the position of right deputy chief catcher, Wan Wan used a simple and labor-saving method. She doesn't need to be observed, she just needs to see which day the working atmosphere is more relaxed and organized.

Everyone's work can be organized, and she can be as easy as possible while being able to understand the overall situation to the greatest extent, which shows that the left and right deputy directors who are about to take office today are more capable. The responsibilities of the left and right deputy chief catchers are different, and it is easy to distinguish who is more suitable for which position from the rhythm of the day.

For example, today, Wan Wan can clearly feel that the temporary deputy general manager of the left is no better than yesterday. But the temporary right deputy chief arrest is much stronger than yesterday's. The left deputy general is mainly on the outside, and the right deputy is mainly on the inside. This ability of the auxiliary is strong, and many tasks in the Heavenly Gate are much easier and more efficient.

The King of Jin and the King of Chu have been very quiet in the past two days, and the King of Qin is also calm, and he has not interacted with any eye-catching characters. Most of the intelligence information collected in the Heavenly Gate is related to the exchange of rituals between various provinces, as well as the backyard war of those important ministers.

Wan Wan looked at those Boxing Exchanges attentively, and then recalled the stack of Boxing Rite lists that Zhu Luan reported yesterday, so she was a little entangled. Regarding the exchange of rituals, except for a few key targets, what can be noticed by the brocade clothes is a little abnormal.

The most eye-catching of these abnormal rituals is actually the Dingbei Hou Mansion.

Yesterday, Zhuluan also mentioned that this year's exchanges are nearly three times more than last year's, and the county lord of Xianghe was sent out in two batches.

The former lord had no friends or contacts. For most of the past six months, Wan Wan herself has not been able to make any friends thanks to this identity. So these contacts shouldn't be because of one more of her relationships. Whether Fengqing City attacked the lord or not should not change much of the relationship. Those colleagues brought by the position of Captain Zhaowu alone should not have such talents.

Wan Wan thought about it again and again, and guessed: Could it be that some people want to slap her, and it is not good to start directly, so they take a roundabout route?