His Wife Calls The Shots

The picture moved slowly and came to the man's side. From an angle she couldn't see, he lifted his thin lips and looked at her in the mirror softly. Seeing her focused and serious expression, quietly imprinted her appearance in the deepest part of my heart.

His index finger and **** danced and tapped on the table one after another, and a feeling of satisfaction overflowed in his heart.

It didn't take long before Qian Miao put down his pen.

He walked towards him with the drawing paper and sat down beside him.

"Don't show me?"

Qian Miao raised his eyes: "...know?"

He smiled softly: "The ice cubes have melted."

The implication is that the ice cubes have melted and I can still sit still because I know I'm right by my side.

Qian Miao unfolded the painting to show him.

"Draw it easily."

A stunning color flashed in front of Feng Xian's eyes, looked for a while, and asked her: "I want to change the manga writer."

He looked at her: "Replace it."

"Fine, I'm not interested in drawing comics, it's more interesting to watch."

Feng Xian returned his eyes to the painting: "Give it to me?"

"If you want, you can take it."

"Hope I want it?" There was a small smile on his lips.

Qian Miao smiled and raised his eyes: "I don't want to hide it, this painting is for me to see."

She rolled up the painting and put it in her small backpack.

"If you want, please pay and I will paint separately."

The man's eyes were indulgent, his voice slowly, like a cup of warm water: "Don't be so troublesome."

He took out his phone, switched to the selfie mode, and gently tilted his body to Qian Miao's side, appearing in the same frame as her.

Qianmiao basically doesn't take selfies. At this time, looking at herself in the picture, her eyes are a little unnatural.

The man turned his head, looked down at her, and smiled: "Laugh."

Qian Miao gave face to face, raised the corners of his mouth on both sides, but inadvertently achieved the effect of smiling but not smiling.

At this time, Feng Xian called her.

She raised her eyes and saw the man's tongue pressed against his cheeks, rolling his eyes up, fresh and amused. A heartfelt smile that went straight to her heart naturally spread on her face.

The man's facial features returned to a serious appearance in an instant, and his thumb pressed the camera button.

This is a photo that makes people feel happy at a glance. The soft sunlight passed through the gap between the two faces, and the two smiled at each other, there seemed to be thousands of stars in their eyes.

That night, this photo was set by the man as the background wall of the circle of friends, desktop background, computer desktop, and various chat backgrounds.

While the two were dining, in another corner of the city, a dim room, and the muffled sound of men kept ringing. It's finely divided, depressed and uncomfortable.

Moonlight got in at the moment the night breeze lifted the curtains, illuminating the side of the bed, and also illuminated the face of the man on the side of the bed.

His painful face was covered with fine sweat, and his hands were handcuffed to the end of the bed by a pair of timed handcuffs. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape, leaving only circles of red marks.

There is a mobile phone still on by his leg, and the interface of the mobile phone stays on Fengxian's circle of friends.

"eleven……"

Qian Miao spent more than a month in Fengxian's company and spent more than a month feeling the fish, and he had a very comfortable life every day.

During the period, I attended a graduation party organized by the head teacher Yan Su. In addition, I occasionally had dinner with my friends and chatted with Qian Ru about the progress of the experiment. My life was very comfortable.

It didn't take long for the admission notice to arrive at Fengjia. She was successfully admitted to Jingda Automation and received a full scholarship, including the one million bonus promised by the Jingda teacher.

good night ah.