His Wife Calls The Shots

Without exception, it was Su Yanluo.

Qian Miao scratched his face and looked away a little unnaturally.

Just then there was a message from the phone, and she clicked in to read it.

The information was sent by Lu Wanyu.

Failed, he gave me a gift back

Below this set of news is the picture of the gift.

A cracked?.

She sneered coldly: "It really is his style."

"Huh?" Feng Xian turned her head and looked at her.

"Oh, I didn't talk to you, I'm looking at the message."

Feng Xian's eyes fell on her phone for two seconds, and then asked: "The house code is where you live in Feng's house. If you want to come over to eat candy, you can come anytime."

Qian Miao was thinking about landing Wanyu, and when he heard this, he nodded subconsciously.

After that, he reacted and turned his head to look at him silently.

He was bowing his head carefully sorting out the things on the ground.

The refusing words came to her lips, and in the end, she didn't say anything.

Looking down at the picture of Cang Zeyue, thinking about things in his heart.

Lu Wanyu has sent her three messages over--

The lawsuit can't be dragged on any longer, I find out that Lu Xinqing is already engaged in action.

What weakness does Cang Zeyue have?

I'm going to capture it seven inches, attack it, and take it again in one fell swoop!

She thought for a while and asked Fengxian: "Do you know Cang Zeyue?"

Feng Xian just got up and looked over when he heard this.

There was some thought in those deep black eyes.

"Why are you interested in him?"

"Does he have any particular weaknesses? For this weakness, it is easy to compromise."

Feng Xian blinked slowly, and a few hints of joy suddenly flowed through his eyes.

"It seems that you are not too familiar."

That's why I asked him this kind of question.

Qian Mian admitted generously: "It's really not very familiar."

There have been some "contradictions".

"He is the only male grandson of the Wucheng Cang family, but he doesn't like doing business, and he is most afraid that his father will force him back to inherit the family property."

Qian Mian pulls his lips: "Business is so fun, what is he thinking."

Feng Xian looked at her with a smile in her eyes, and said softly, "Do you think doing business is fun?"

Qianmiao realized that he was too much, and said seriously, "Well, besides this, is there anything else?"

Feng Xian thought a little, and said, "The woman is crying."

"He is more tolerant to women, and he is basically okay when the other party cries."

On this point, there has been a case.

At that time, he was also there, just to witness.

Qian Mian answered Lu Wanyu's answer when he heard the answer that was easier to start.

Feng Xian saw her finger typing from time to time, and she knew in her heart.

She didn't ask why she was so curious about Cang Zeyue.

After staying for a while, Qian Mian returned to his side.

Feng Xian held those paintings and went over with her.

She took off all the famous paintings on the wall to make room for him.

Hanging up the strings one by one, stepping back a few steps, looking at the painting, with a gentle expression: "You have a good vision."

Qian Miao lowered his head, his expression slightly weird.

She glanced at the time and said, "It's getting late, I'll invite you to dinner."

Feng Xian raised his lips: "Please me?"

The sound was soft, like a whisper in the ears of lovers.

She looked at him as if calmly: "What do you want to eat?"

He leaned forward and looked down into her eyes, "Take care of me like this?"

Those black eyes, like a deep pool, once again had an inexplicable attraction to Qianmiao. She lowered her eyes and looked away: "I'll go up and find something, first think about what you want to eat."

He helped her clean up the yard, and also prepared sweets and paintings. Based on these, asking for a meal is the most basic etiquette.

This is her style of doing things.

(Served on Saturday, good night and good night, good dreams everyone.)