His Wife Calls The Shots

The assistant looked at Tang Qianyan, thinking she would have a flattered expression.

It turns out that he thinks too much.

Not only did the other party have no such expression, but he also ignored his boss, but there was no emotional element, because she gave a "um" very casually.

From beginning to end, he didn't look up at his boss.

OMG! Dao has reincarnation, so will his boss.

The assistant smiled secretly and pursed his lips, a bit refreshing.

When the class meeting began, the assistant went out and waited outside the corridor.

As soon as I went out, I received an order from Fengxian to buy something.

It's all something to eat.

Don't think about it, you know who it is for.

The assistant went to do it at once.

Xue Ying went to the podium to give a speech, and proceeded to the class meeting in accordance with the process.

He spoke very smoothly, but after seeing Fengxian, he let out a trembling sound.

Who told her that Tang Qianmiao's parents were not here?

She calmed down and went on.

Below, Feng Xian glanced at Tang Qianyan's desk. The books were very brand new and neatly placed.

In addition to textbooks, there are some test papers, unlike other students' desks, which are filled with various materials.

Her desk is full of comic books.

Suddenly, he saw a certain name.

The expression became milder.

"Like this kind of comics?"

"Yeah." Qian Mian didn't raise his eyes.

Suddenly, a finger was pointed at her comic book, and a tough male voice came from her: "This is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Miao was pinched by his finger, his eyes flashing menacingly.

If you dare to spoil it, I will cut you off.

Feng Xian was not frightened. He looked at her with warm eyes, and when he moved his hand, he held her soft and slender hand.

Only then realized that he did it deliberately.

The warm and solid warmth wrapped her hands, causing waves of strange and unfamiliar feelings.

Her expression was calm, her fingers, but gently around his fingers, strangling the acupuncture points in his palm, exerting 70% of the force.

The man was not impatient or impatient, let her use his hand, but at the last moment, he could always reverse the situation, turn it over, and put her hand in his palm again.

This reminded Qianmiao of Xia six years ago. This man was shameless and appeared at that time.

She closed her eyes, did not intend to continue to care about with him, withdrew her hand.

The man did not let go.

At the side table, Heiji saw this scene through Lu Wanyu's mirror, and couldn't help but complain: "This affection is so showy. You can hold a hand to make a trick."

Lu Wanyu glanced at him and told him to shut up.

On the stage, Xue Ying said: "After this monthly exam, the class will be adjusted according to everyone's academic performance. This is our last class meeting as a whole. I hope that everyone will continue to work hard and be admitted to their favorite school in the future. Teachers from all subjects will come in. Parents can ask them if they have any questions about their children's subjects."

The second after Xue Ying finished speaking, Qian Mian finally broke free of the man's claws.

Fengxian unscrew the lid of the water on her table and handed it to her.

"Not thirsty." Qian Miao didn't let go of his hand.

The people around are talking, mostly with the teacher.

The classroom is not so serious, the assistant just came back after buying something, and walked in with the bag.

Feng Xian took a look, picked up a lemon-flavored lollipop, peeled off the icing, and handed it to her: "Don't be angry."

Qian Miao frowned and looked at him coldly: "I look angry?"

Feng Xian raised his lips: "It's not like."

Qian Miao stared at him for a long time without talking.