His Wife Calls The Shots

Cui Jinghuan laughed: "It seems to be the truth."

"By the way, my mother heard that I came here, knowing that you love to eat, and made some kimchi for you, and I'll send it to you later."

Qian Mian raised his eyebrows: "School"

She almost finished eating the ones she gave last time, and just made up for it.

"Thank your mother for me."

"You are too polite, my mother will cry again after hearing this."

Qian Miao laughed: "How is Auntie?"

"Very well, I talked about a partner, this time I should be able to get married."

"This is a good thing. When you get married, remember to notify me."

On Fengxian's side, Cui Jinghuan's voice is not well understood, only some noises can be heard.

However, Qianmiao's words would make him frown again.

A few key words revolved in his mind: gossip girlfriend, mother, marriage.

The two of them... seem to have a deep friendship.

However, how did people meet clearly from two countries?

While he was thinking, Qian Miao had already ended the call.

She inadvertently raised her eyes, and just happened to meet his gaze.

"You have something to say?" she asked.

Feng Xian was silent for a moment, and said, "It's nothing."

She nodded, and continued to close her eyes to rest.

"Ming's press conference, do you want to go?"

Qian Miao didn't open his eyes, because he was a little tired, and there was a little soft muffled voice in his voice: "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning."

With a zero smile at the corner of his mouth: "Want to sleep in?"

Qian Miao closed his eyes: "Um... No, I see the situation."

She usually doesn't sleep late. This is a habit developed in the temple. However, on weekends, sometimes she wants to stay at home and be an idle "caterpillar".

Especially now that the air is cold, she wants to drink hot coffee over and over again, and watch the home theater over and over again.

Think about it, it's quite comfortable.

Fengxian didn't force her, only: "Okay."

The next morning, icy wind blew against the trees in the yard.

Qian Miao finished his morning run and walked back.

As soon as she entered, Qiao Shiwan greeted her to eat breakfast.

After a glance, no one else was seen.

She asked subconsciously.

Qiao Shiwan smiled and said: "Father and son are busy with the press conference, they have already gone out."

"Feng Can went too?"

"Well, sooner or later he has to manage the company by himself, so he has to learn more from his father and brother in his free time."

Qian Mi looked down, thoughtful.

The new product launch conference that started at ten o'clock was already lively at nine forty-five.

Today, Tang Yi and his wife and Tang Qin are here, mainly for Lin Wenyu.

Tang Qin glanced around and asked Lin Wenyu: "Why didn't you see Mi Mi, aren't you the chief designer of Feng Xian?"

Without waiting for Lin Wenyu's words, Tang Yi said: "What do you mean, when did she become the designer of Fengxian?"

Tang Qin was surprised: "You don't know yet, why, Wen Yu didn't talk to you last night?"

Lin Wenyu bowed her head silently.

Tang Qin thought, this girl should be scared, so no.

So, she simplified Lin Wenyu's words last night.

After Tang Yi listened, his eyes were shocked.

What I saw in the casino last night appeared in my mind.

It seems that he underestimated Fengxian's feelings for her.

"Third brother, you quickly think of a reason, don't lose the end of the string at that time, Qiao Shiwan will hold you accountable, and you won't understand anything.

"Where did your daughter go? I still want to have a good meal for her. Why is she so ignorant? She really thinks that she is as capable as Wen Yu. Does she succeed if she wants to succeed? She is so self-willed."

She was looking around.