His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 49

Inside the clean and tidy car, it is extraordinarily quiet, making the sound of rain outside the window even more noisy.

Tang Qianmiao sat on the co-pilot, her eyelashes drooping slightly, feeling a little sleepy.

It's her little fault that she gets sleepy when she eats too much.

Suddenly, a beautiful hand stretched out next door, with a white tissue between his slender fingers.

"Erase." A cold male voice came.

The sleepiness in Qian Miao's eyes lightened a little, and she raised her eyelids to look over.

Immediately, he took the piece of paper suspiciously, and looked at him quietly.

The man frowned slightly, then pointed to the corner of his mouth, reminding her to wipe off the light oil on the corner of her mouth.

Qian Miao lowered her eyes and looked at the tissue in her hand, and then looked at him again.

Then, he turned his eyes away, calmly and mechanically stretched his arm straight over, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Very perfunctory look.

Feng Xian's face tightened, and he squeezed her wrist.

"What?"

Qian Mi is indifferent: "Didn't you tell me to wipe your mouth?"

Feng Xianjun's face sank slightly, looking at her smooth and soft, slender and tender wrist, he immediately released her hand and said, "It's for you to wipe."

Qianmi: "..."

trouble.

She wiped her mouth at will, and happened to stop at a red light. There was a trash can three meters away from the car window. She didn't look at it. It can almost be said that it is poured in a straight line.

Feng Xian Yuguang glanced over her movements, and suddenly remembered some fragments of the old days, and said, "Master Songya, are you all right?"

Qian Miao pressed her elbows against the car window, her fingers propped up her forehead, her posture was casual, her eyes were half-squinted, and when she heard this, she casually replied, "It's okay."

Mentioning this, she suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes.

"Next month's eighteenth, Master's birthday, we plan to invite all the disciples to come back and wish him the old man's birthday, you will come out of the sky."

Listening to this commanding tone, Feng Xian's thin lips pulled away in a funny arc.

The eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, speaking, seems to be older than him.

A rapid vibration sounded suddenly.

Put on the earphones and connect the phone.

After two seconds, he looked solemn, "Stare, I'll see you later."

Tang Qianmiao rolled her eyes and felt that something was wrong.

But she was hearing impaired and he was wearing headphones and she couldn't hear anything.

Seeing this expression and the sudden acceleration of the speed of the car, I was in a hurry to deal with it.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened.

If he doesn't come back tonight, it's a good opportunity for her.

More than ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the gate of the house.

Qian Miao asked casually, "It's almost time for dinner, do you want to go out?"

Feng Xian didn't look at her, he lowered the car window and pointed his finger at the doorman, asking people to come over.

He said to her, "I'm not eating at home tonight, so don't wait for me."

Qian Mi nodded slowly, "Okay, I will tell Aunt Wan."

Suddenly, she asked again: "Then, are you going back to sleep tonight?"

Feng Xian narrowed his eyes, what's the problem?

At this time, the doorman had come to the car door with an umbrella and opened the door for Qian Mi.

"Get off." Feng Xian said.

Qian Miao didn't hesitate, and went down happily.

After a while, the Bentley sped away.

Back in Dongyuan, Qiao Shiwan greeted her with enthusiasm and anticipation, "My children, they're back... Hey, where is your brother Xian?"

"Oh, he has something to do, he said he won't be back for dinner tonight." Qian Mi conveyed.

Qiao Shiwan pouted, "This child is really too busy."

"Aunt Wan, I ate out just now, but I won't eat it for a while. There's a lot of homework, so I'll do my homework first."

Qiao Shiwan worried: "You are also so busy, alas, it's really hard work, hurry up, don't be too tired, don't write if you can't finish it, let your brother Xian come back to help you write."

Qian Miao smiled slightly and walked towards the next door.

At this time, the building was very quiet inside and outside, and Feng Xian would not come back for a while, so it was suitable for her to do business.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to go upstairs, Feng Chuchu suddenly ran over.

"Second brother!"