His Wife Calls The Shots

Qianmiao looked at him for a while, then easily took out a packet of medicine, walked to the door of a supermarket, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and ate the medicine in one bite.

All in one go.

Feng Xian's eyes were filled with helplessness, nothing, and he paid the water money.

After that, the two entered the mall and started purchasing.

Feng Xian didn't know the list, but she was puzzled when she saw Qian Mian putting things into the shopping cart one by one.

He picked up a bowl for kneading flour. There were three of these things in the house.

Moreover, these items are generally purchased by servants.

He looked at the girl's back and didn't say these words.

Follow her quietly, strolling slowly.

It was the first time he went to the mall like this, it was inexplicably interesting.

Qianmiao's purchasing speed was very fast. She grouped all the items in her mind, found the corresponding area, and quickly bought more than half.

Fifteen minutes later, the two came to the cosmetics area.

The cabinet sister seemed to see Jinshan Yinshan rushing towards her, restrained her excitement, and introduced them to them with a smile on her face.

"Sir, this cream is the best in our shop, limited edition, very suitable for your girlfriend."

Qianmiao; "..."

The face of the sealing string is warm and moist.

Qian Miao calmly produced the few models Qiao Shiwan wanted, and directly asked the cabinet sister to pack them.

Feng Xian tapped the counter with his fingertips, and said lightly: "Wrap these too."

The sister at the counter was surprised: "Sir, you really love your wife so much. I really envy you, madam, for having such a good husband."

Feng Xian's eyes were immersed in the color of pleasure.

She faintly said: "He is my uncle."

The counter sister froze: "Huh?"

Qian Yan turned his eyes lightly, and walked out towards the door.

Behind him, the sister at the counter smiled and said, "Uncle, you are so kind to your niece!"

Feng Xian carried his big bag and followed up with a gloomy face.

Eleven o'clock at night.

The banquet was gone, and the closed house was quiet again.

Feng Can came to Qian's room with a bunch of gifts, which were given to her by uncles and aunts.

The guests at the banquet tonight.

Feng Can looked at her, earnestly: "This is only a part, and there are a lot of them on the main building."

"Tsk, I envy you, Tang Qianfan."

Feng Can made no secret of envious eyes.

Qianmiao squinted his eyes: "Do you like these?"

Feng Can picked up one of the gifts, which was a game notebook: "This is good."

"I gave it to you."

"It's so generous, thanks, I'll just take this, but don't tell my mom, she doesn't allow me to play games, and she confiscated my computer last time and gave it to my brother for safekeeping, which is annoying."

Then, he shook his head from side to side: "Where is my brother, isn't he here?"

Qianmiao faintly glanced at the top of the stairs: "Oh, he is a little uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? Where is it? He rarely gets sick. Is it because he is so busy and exhausted?" Feng Can said.

Qian Miao looked at the comic book in his hand and said lightly: "That's really unfortunate."

Today, the parent conference is held, and the school is full of excitement.

The time is from 9 am to 11 am, and the process is to hold a one-hour conference first, and then return to each class to start a class meeting.

For senior officials, they will hold a separate meeting to face some parents who have funded the construction of the school, listen to their opinions, and make corresponding changes to the teaching work.