His Wife Calls The Shots

Fengxian stood in the hall, neither partial nor hiding.

Jiang Yuan showed an evil smile and kicked it in the air.

At this time, another figure appeared and kicked him away.

With a bang, Jiang Yuan directly hit the middle of the Eight Immortals table and lay on top.

Qian Miao smirked: "Come on again? Mr. Jiang."

Her beautiful eyes bloomed with azure coldness.

Jiang Yuan was clutching the kicked waist, grinning in pain, and couldn't help climbing the wall with his hands to sit up. It happened that beside him was the most dazzling painting. This scratch directly scratched a hole and made a tearing sound. In the next second, there was a ball of paper in his hand.

The two-meter-long painting on the top suddenly became incomplete.

Jiang Yuan was shocked, more shocked than he was beaten several times.

"...This **** stinky girl!"

"Come on! Take them down for me!" he yelled!

Feng Xian frowned and quickly hugged Qian Miao behind him, and his eyebrows swept across the bodyguards that suddenly emerged from all around.

Qian Miao came out from behind him, twisted his neck faintly, and said, "This kind of person will be honest after a fight."

She has seen many kinds of people and can judge whether Jiang Yuan is sincere in dealing.

Basically no, he just wants to play with them.

That being the case, why don't she have fun too.

Feng Xian said to Jiang Yuan, "Mr. Jiang, I'm here to discuss cooperation, why should we hurt our harmony?"

Jiang Yuan jumped off the table, furious with smoke from his temples, and pointed to Qianmiao. "Talking about cooperation? What kind of cooperation are we talking about?! This dead girl is worse and rude than her mother! I am, anyway. My elders, dare to be disrespectful to the elders, and dare to fight back! They even destroyed my beloved baby!"

"Come on, take this wild girl who owes it to me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Xian suddenly threw the orange on the side towards Jiang Yuan and slapped him in the mouth.

"Mr. Jiang, it's not right to curse when you speak."

He was very upset by that wild girl.

Jiang Yuan was completely enraged, and loudly ordered the bodyguard to come forward and beat someone.

"They are all masters I invited back, and both of them are dead!"

No one moved.

It seemed that they were all bluffed by Fengxian's move just now. No one dared to step forward.

Qian Miao glanced at them, his gaze fell on their standing position, and suddenly squinted, his lips overflowing with a sneer.

Jiang Yuan was anxious: "Hurry up! Why don't I spend money to raise people!"

Suddenly, the headed bodyguard bowed to him and said, "Sorry, Mr. Jiang, we will not attack our Lord."

Jiang Yuan was irritable: "What Lord!"

The man looked at Qian Miao, kept silent, and led everyone to bow and salute to her.

Jiang Yuan was stunned.

Then laughed loudly: "She... She is our Lord... Don't be kidding me!"

Bodyguard: "Mr. Jiang, we are not joking. This is the owner of our company and our lord."

Country A advocates ancient martial arts. Each city has martial arts halls and even martial arts. The names are varied, all retaining the charm of ancient names, just like the ancient martial arts world, but now every surviving ancient martial arts organization has integrated into a specific In the economic organization of China, the two are integrated and go hand in hand.

As the owner, Qianmiao is the founder of the company and the leader of all ancient warriors. They are usually respected as the lord.

But not everyone recognizes Qianmiao, only high-level warriors recognize it.