His Wife Calls The Shots

His eyes moved with her movements.

"The things are left, I'll move them in a while."

Qian Miao: "Guests do what they do and enjoy your breakfast."

As soon as the words fell, she heard footsteps.

Not long after, Feng Xian had already come to her, put down the spices in her hand, and looked down at her with a pair of deep eyes: "When a man is around, you will enjoy your time obediently."

Qian Miao smiled, very speechless.

"Are you going to eat? You can go if you don't. I have no time to serve guests today."

Fengxian's expression was calm: "It's okay, there are no guests here either."

"Where do you want to move?" he asked.

Qian Mian looked at him, and after a while, said, "Go straight to the first one on the left."

Feng Xian nodded, bent over and started to move things.

The instant noodles on the table gradually cooled down.

When Fengxian came back, he picked it up and ate it without any disapproval.

At this moment, Qianmiao was holding a notebook and was making notes on the pile of spices in the storage room.

She could detect Feng Xian coming to the door and staring at her.

She didn't look back, finishing the last piece of information neatly.

"You can make perfume." He said.

Qian Miao looked back at him, "My mother taught me something."

"Well, a little bit?"

She looked at him in time: "What do you think?"

His eyes were warm, and the corners of his mouth were softly smiling: "Mr. Bai Mi, do you still like the gift I gave?"

Qianmiao's eyes condensed.

That gift, a dark green cheongsam, was very expensive and exquisite embroidery work, and money could not buy it.

Qianmiao could feel the temptation hidden in his words, leading her into his trap step by step.

After a long while, her face became loose, and she said faintly: "No comment."

"Since you have learned to perfume, don't know, would you like to go to my side and do me a favor?" he said.

"Not interested." The girl left him a back and didn't look back.

He looked at her quietly, barely remembering a few things that she could be interested in.

When he walked to the living room, he smelled a faint fragrance, which was very pleasant and comfortable.

Turning his eyes, he saw Qian Miao attending a copper incense burner, and plumes of white smoke flew out so leisurely.

"Watching a movie?" she asked.

Feng Xian had no objection, came to the sofa and sat side by side with her.

Movies are more literary and artistic, and I don’t usually watch this genre.

The faint fragrance continued to spread in the air, which made people very comfortable.

His head slowly leaned back.

Five minutes later, Qian Miao turned his head and glanced at the man next to him, who was already leaning on the sofa and fell asleep.

She Guan Lingying got up and went to the storage room.

She locked the door of the storage room and removed the closet. There was a fingerprint lock at the back. After inputting, a door melted into the wall opened.

She moved in all the spices and closed the door.

Inside, there are displayed various tones of fragrance tools, as well as fragrances, finished perfumes, semi-finished products, etc.

In the corner, there is also a bookcase with books and records related to perfume.

She stuffed the book just now, then bowed her head to sort out the spices.

During the period, I opened the video and chatted with people over there about this batch of goods.

Time passed quickly in her concentration.

Outdoors, the incense burner has been quiet for a long time, and the fragrance in the air is almost no cherry blossoms.

On the contrary, it was obscured by the smell of vegetables floating from next door.

Feng Xian slept comfortably, and when he woke up, he habitually looked at the time.