His Wife Calls The Shots

The oily scent fills the mouth, but surprisingly, there is no greasy blessing

"The chefs here are very skilled," he said.

Qianmiao's eyes curled: "Yes, so I like to come here to eat."

"Come after school?"

"No, the school is too far here, it's almost an hour."

Feng Xian didn't answer the words, there were thoughts in his eyes.

After a while, he was still addicted to the fun of feeding her, he was not in a hurry to eat, and he concentrated on adding vegetables to her bowl.

"Drink some soup." He pushed half a bowl of soup next to her.

Qian Mian just had a dry mouth, so he held it up and took a sip.

I glanced at his bowl at random and saw a bowl of rice that was still full, just: "You eat less than me, do you have strength?"

Feng Xian's eyes dropped, staring at the rice in the bowl, and her words echoed in her ears: Are you strong?

Are you strong? Are you strong?

He had nothing, and ate silently.

Qianmiao saw a dish of shredded carrots and unconsciously curled his lips.

He picked up the chopsticks and put some on his plate, and said, "This dish is well mixed."

She found that she had a nasty taste-like watching Feng Xian's silent eyes with disgust and entangled in rejection.

This look reminded her of the "wise and martial" gaze when she was a Husky.

Unsurprisingly, Feng Xian stared at the carrot silk, faintly let out a silent disgusting gaze, picking up so few threads, not knowing what he was thinking, just didn't send it to his mouth.

Qian Miao pretended not to see it, and ate the shredded radish by himself, making a crisp chewing sound.

Yu Guang looked aside, the man had already eaten in.

The next second, the eyebrows frowned.

Qian Miao couldn't help but chuckled twice: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it, I won't force you."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished her words, the man stretched his brows and not only swallowed the carrot, but also ate the rest of the plate.

"It's not that weird," he said, his eyes filled with her smile.

After dinner, Fengxian sent her back to school before returning to the company.

Qian Miao held a bag of snacks he had just bought in his left hand and a cup of milk tea in his right hand, feeling a strange and vague feeling in his heart.

Looking back at Feng Xian's far away car ass, the feeling was mixed with something similar to nostalgia.

Nostalgia?

She smiled silently, thinking that she must have been thinking too much.

Walking towards the teaching building, along the way, I heard many people discussing "tree spirit" perfume.

Feng Lie's actions were swift enough, the press conference did not even start, and he had already hit the advertisement to the school.

I didn’t see any flyers on the road, and the propaganda methods were about the same as those in Wutongji that used couple quarrels to attract attention.

This wind blew directly into the eighth class.

Now there are more than ten minutes before the first quarter of the afternoon, and many girls are discussing dry perfume.

Several girls were discussing around the literary committee who usually likes to dress the most.

"I heard that this perfume was developed by Lin Wenyu from the first class, have you listened to it?"

"I already knew it! Lin Wenyu was very good at first, but she can still make perfume if she has good grades. After the teacher, she has won numerous awards!"

"I didn't expect her character to be bad, but her ability is still good."

"I don't care about her, I care about the price, the price of Vichy's perfume is not low."

"I don't know yet, but it's definitely a popular price. I'll understand after a few releases. To be honest, if this year's girl doesn't have a bottle of Dryad, I think she's lo."

"It sounds like this season's new product is more than just tree spirits, are there others?"

"I don't know, anyway, no matter what happens, the tree spirit is the main series, the best!"

(Good night~)