His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 149 The Fragrance of the Late Night

Qian Mi went downstairs and directly opened the refrigerator and drank half a bottle of ice water.

Slowly screwing on the lid, she stared at something, a little dazed.

Speaking of which, she has done a lot of things like rejecting people.

But that was the first time he said that.

Without thinking, I just skipped my brain and popped out of my mouth.

Qian Ru's suggestion kept echoing in her ears. Even if she didn't take it into consideration at all, she couldn't forget it. Instead, when she woke up in the middle of the night, word by word was more clearly imprinted in her mind.

Thinking of this, she moved her thumb, loosened the bottle cap, and poured the bottle of water into her throat.

The body slowly calmed down under the coolness. She returned to the room, opened the drawer and took out the notebook and pen. Occasionally, after thinking for a moment, she quickly wrote a few words on it.

[Two and a half dollars each of wood incense and cloves; two and a half dollars each of Huoxiang and tonka; betel nut, caraway, angelica, one and a half dollars each; Gonggui...]

Before the word "Gui" was finished, the strokes suddenly stopped. Following her low sigh, the pen slapped the table from her hand.

It was just a simple recipe for making ambergris, but at this moment, she couldn't write it completely.

The old method doesn't work anymore.

This is the method she used when she was upset when she was a child, that is, she wrote down various recipes for making incense on paper at will. Quiet.

But this time, trying Bailing's method didn't work either.

Putting down the pen and paper, she casually took a comic book and read it next to the bed.

Unconsciously, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she was woken by a gust of cool wind and turned her head to see that she had not closed the window.

I lived on the first floor, and outside was a three-meter-high maple tree, and the sound of leaves rustling came along with the night wind.

She took the comic book from her stomach and walked over to close the window.

Halfway through, the uneasiness in her eyes dissipated, and the whole person remained still for three seconds.

In the air, in addition to the seasonal flowers in the outer yard, there is also a very faint fragrance.

If it weren't for her sense of smell being different from ordinary people, she would definitely not be able to tell the difference. Quan should be the fragrance of flowers in the yard.

But now, she is very sure that this smell is also mixed with a kind of artificially prepared fragrance, a very complex medicinal fragrance. When you smell it, you can only smell the refreshing fragrance of savory. The milk is fresh and fragrant, and these two are not the main note, the real main note... It is perfectly covered by these two.

The smell reminded her of the man upstairs.

There is also a faint milky mint fragrance on his body, which is very light, but cannot be ignored.

Thinking of Qian Ru's words to test him, Qian Miao suddenly wanted to go out to see if he was really using the medicinal bath.

If it is true, then he always carries such a scent on his body, which makes sense.

After removing the weak hearing aid, she quickly recognized that Feng Xian was not in the bedroom, but probably in the basement.

No wonder, the smell is so weak that ordinary people can't smell it at all.

Usually, only people with physical diseases will use the medicated bath for a long time to slowly adjust.

But he looked healthy, not sick at all.

Is it just a hobby?

Standing in the yard, she fell into deep thought.

A speculation quickly formed in her mind, giving her a plan for the next step.

But at the same time, my heart was inexplicably a little...heavy.