His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 112

The last class in the afternoon is a Chinese self-study class.

Tang Qianmi casually chatted with her friends while holding her mobile phone.

[Mirror: (picture) arrived]

The other party sent her a picture of the airport.

She sent an emoji over there.

At this time, someone else texted her.

[Feng Xian: I've agreed with your teacher, come out. 】

She straightened lazily and looked at the words on the phone, her eyes darkening.

Eight minutes later, she stepped out of the school gate unhurriedly.

In the lazy afternoon, a large piece of golden light smashed onto the trees on both sides of the long street. The light was shining but not dazzling. Pedestrians were in a hurry, but when they passed by the tall and straight figure, they couldn't help but cast their eyes.

The golden autumn is almost here, and this day will occasionally return to the wave of summer.

Qian Miao's lips moved, and her throat felt a little dry.

She looked at the milk tea shop next to the school gate, pointed there, and was about to walk over.

In the next second, Feng Xian raised his hand slightly and showed the small bag in his hand, with the logo of a certain food store on the bag.

When she walked over, the man had already taken out the lemon tea inside, inserted the tube, and handed it to her.

Qian Miao didn't take it, looked at Feng Xian with cold eyes, and after two seconds, said, "You... do you know what you are doing?"

There was a faint smile in the man's eyes, he raised her hand, and put the lemon tea in her palm: "I know very well."

Qian Miao held the cup, and felt that the coolness rushed to the bottom of her heart all of a sudden, a very sudden feeling.

Feng Xian let go of his hand and took out the dim sum in the bag: "Eat some of this pad for your stomach."

"Second brother!"

Suddenly a sharp voice came in, and Feng Xian frowned.

Feng Chuchu ran out of the school with a bad face.

Not far behind her, Shi Chengan reluctantly caught up, calling her name.

Feng Chuchu ignored him and rushed in front of Qian Miao as soon as he came over, directly stuck between her and Feng Xian.

She glanced at Qian Miao first, and then asked Feng Xian, "Why are you here? Did your grandfather ask you to pick her up?"

"Chuchu! Wait for me." Shi Chengan approached.

Feng Chuchu pulled Feng Xian's arm tightly, turned his eyes to Shi Chengan, and said dissatisfiedly: "Second brother, you give me a review, this person kept telling me that he would invite Master Yuanxin to his home to celebrate his grandfather's birthday, and I will share it with my grandfather. Well, he told me now that people can't come, how can there be such untrustworthy people."

"Chuchu, listen to me. I didn't know my teacher would suddenly get sick. He wanted to go too, but it was rude to drag his sick body there."

"I didn't get sick the day before yesterday, I didn't get sick yesterday, but I got sick today, how could it be so coincidental, I think that person is not Yuanxin at all!"

She puffed.

Shi Chengan panicked in an instant, "It's absolutely true that he is himself, I contacted through the Chinese Calligraphy Association, how could it be fake?"

When the words fell, he thought of something, looked at Qian Miao, and said with a gloomy face: "Are you talking nonsense in front of Chu Chu?"

Qian Miao's eyes twitched lazily, and she was speechless, and a faint smile overflowed from her throat, "Sure enough, you are an idiot."

Shi Chengan laughed: "What did you say?"

Driven by his emotions, his footsteps involuntarily approached Qian Mi half a step.

The next second, a tall figure suddenly pressed over.

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Xian's expression was light and indifferent, but his low voice made people shudder, and his back was chilled.

Shi Chengan took a deep breath, took a big step back, and lowered his eyes: "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to ask her one thing."

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(good afternoon)