His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 57

Feng Xian passed the gate, and the guard bowed to him.

He said, "Do your job well."

The guard's scalp went numb, he reacted instantly, and hurriedly blocked Lin Wenyu's way, "Miss Lin, do you have an appointment?"

Lin Wenyu was embarrassed, watching Feng Xian go further and further away, anxious, "I am a friend of Miss Chu Chu and Young Master Feng Can, my cousin Tang Qian Miao also lives here, and I am even an employee of your Young Master Feng Lie's company. Need an appointment?"

The doorman stood straight, "I'm sorry, Miss Lin, there's nothing I can do about the rules."

Lin Wenyu had to call Feng Chuchu.

Finally got in, but was stopped by another group of servants inside.

It is said that it is the gate of Dongyuan, and it also needs an appointment, and no entry will be allowed without an appointment.

She had to go to Xiyuan to find Feng Chuchu first. -

The air in the early morning smells good, and Tang Qianmiao likes to run in this kind of air.

She rode the mountain to the riverside for more than ten laps, and finally stopped.

He took the towel from the black chicken, wiped his sweat and asked, "Are you all ready?"

Heiji nodded, "Everything is ready, Feng Xian can appear on time."

Qian Miao threw the towel in front of him, "I'll go back to take a shower, and I'll have breakfast for Tian Chaoji in a while."

The black chicken smiled, "I don't know what your habits are. I've already prepared it, go wash it, and I'll be able to eat it in a while."

There was a slight smile in her brows and eyes, "It's quite clever."

"That's right, can I be smart with the boss? The following people can always stare at my position and want to usurp my position." The black chicken felt good about himself and touched the hair on his forehead.

Qian Miao ignored him and walked along a tree-lined road into the front yard of a villa.

Hei Ji hurriedly followed, thought about it, and then asked, "Boss, do you really plan to let Feng Xian meet Bai Mi? Didn't you hide him well before? This Feng Xian doesn't seem like a good person."

Qian Miao had already opened the door and entered the inner room, was drinking water, and said casually, "Following what you say is the basic quality of life."

The black chicken said nothing, silently giving a thumbs up.

"I'm going to take a bath, you show me here, don't let the children next door come over."

"I know it all, boss."

With that said, the black chicken carried a chair and sat in the yard.

In the yard, according to Tang Qianmiao's preference, a four-corner pavilion was specially built, and a marble desk was built in it, where one could usually drink tea, read books, or play chess and write.

Although the eldest of his family looks like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, in many aspects, he is actually more sophisticated and stable than a single man in his twenties.

He had to admire this, he had to study hard.

So, in the next second, he took out his mobile phone to scan a short video.

Brushing, his eyes tightened.

Body, suddenly pushed back.

Lightly dodged the attack of a flying stone.

Turning his head to look, he immediately saw a child with a slingshot snickering there.

No, it's two.

The black chicken stood up, "Children, don't beat people, just play."

The villas here are surrounded by a simple flowerbed on both sides, which is very simple.

Nothing works.

Next door, a family moved in a while ago, and it was very noisy with many children.

Last time, he came here and took away his eldest's belongings, and even took the dog here to poop and pee.