His Wife Calls The Shots

It can be regarded as the only listed company in country A that has risen in a short period of time without any official relationship. Among them, its Guwu characteristics attract people's attention and are respected.

In fact, he had heard about it a long time ago, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, and he didn't know that the boss behind the scenes was Qianmiao.

Qianmiao played with Peace Dove, and said in a low voice: "This was created when I was still in the dark alliance. At first, it was just for fun. The members were only black chickens. Later, more people joined. It happened that Tang Xin needed a company to take him. With my hard work, I expanded the scale."

The dove of peace flew towards Fengxian and landed on the back of his hand.

But she was the only one in his eyes, enjoying her voice, her sharing: "What happened later?"

She slowly said that she didn't keep anything deliberately.

Feng Xian listened quietly, and realized the happiness and fun of listening in her body.

After returning to the residence, the two had a snack before returning to their rooms to rest.

After exchanging good night, the two of them both started private affairs.

One stood in front of the window and called, and the other got drawing paper and painting tools, ready to paint.

Feng Xian is looking for the most famous painter to guide Qian Mian.

The other party’s voice was embarrassed: “President Feng, I’m honored to be able to work for you, but the exhibition will start next week, and the submission deadline will be three days later. It’s difficult to teach a little white to the exhibition level within three days. "

"She is not a novice, she has a foundation in painting, and she has a fast learning ability, although she can teach.

"That's OK, I will try, I can only say try, this international exhibition is too high-level, the competition is great, I hope Mr. Feng will not be too hopeful."

After finishing the phone call, Feng Xian did not go to find Qian Miao, and planned to mention this to her the next day, so that she could rest first.

He didn't know that Qianmiao's painting had already seen its outline during the time he was on the phone.

She only glanced at the original photo, then put her phone aside.

The sun was rising, and the sun was shining on the table, where there was a completed painting. Qian Mian had gone to rest half an hour ago, and was sleeping soundly at this time.

An hour later, Fengxian opened the door and came in. He was planning to let the invited teacher wait in this study, but at first glance he was attracted by the paintings on the table.

The female teacher behind him reacted more quickly than him. She helped her eyes, speeded up and walked in and looked at her head.

"This is just painted!"

Fengxian: "It should be."

She stayed up late.

The teacher looked at him for a while, then looked up at him: "Ms. Feng, Miss Tang doesn't need my help at all. This painting can definitely win a prize! Her color handling is very good, and her intention is also very distinctive. In short, you don't need any help. Worried! By the way, did you draw a name?"

"She is resting now."

The teacher nodded: "Then wait until she wakes up."

Then, he bowed his head and admired the painting again, and the color of affection in his eyes was not hidden.

Feng Xian walked to the table and admired it carefully.

This is an oil painting in which light and color are perfectly blended together to capture the momentary beauty of nature. In the painting, the peaks are high and low, and there are ridges on top of each other. The persimmon-red sunset hangs between the two peaks. The sunlight fills the surface of the river. The boats are crowded on the river. Where the river flows eastward, the color gets darker as it goes eastward, and finally it is suddenly discovered that it is just a woman's long hair. The long and flowing hair is connected to the river water and also holds up the whole living world.

The woman only drew a side face, the exit scene only reached her neck, her eyes were closed, her expression was quiet, she could tell from the skin of her headgear and bronze to be a certain **** in mythology. Although the eyes are closed, the visual experience is not lifeless, but holy and majestic.