His Wife Calls The Shots

The next day, Qian Mian returned to the training team and returned to studying.

The teacher brought a bunch of homework to them both so that they could solve it as soon as possible.

Haven't started writing yet, someone will call her.

"Tang Qianyan, Professor Si asked to go to his office."

Qianmiao raised his eyes, bit the lollipop in his mouth, threw the lottery into the trash can, got up and walked out.

Si Han's office was quiet around him. After knocking on the door and entering, he was the only one inside.

After Tang Qianming entered, he took off his eyes and put them aside, clasped his hands on his overlapping legs, with his back against the back of the chair, and said lightly: "Sit down."

"Teacher, please tell me something." She didn't sit down.

Si Han: "Cough, sit down and talk later."

Qian Miao pulled the chair away and sat down at will, looking at him quietly.

Si Han opened the drawer and handed her a piece of white paper and a pen.

"Sign a name."

Qian Miao frowned: "Signature?"

Si Han: "Fans of the kids in the family, sign a name."

Qian Mi was silent for a second, then picked up the pen and wrote the word Bai Mi on it.

Speaking of fans, this is the vest.

However, Si Han said: "It's wrong, it's not this."

He took out a piece of white paper and handed it to her: "Own original name, signed a little more chic, and the font, just the same type as the return of the king on the playing cards that day."

Qian Miao frowned: "Which one to sign?"

"The original name, Tang Qianyan."

She put down her pen: "What does the professor want my original name to do?"

So I looked at him in his spare time.

As a Bensi professor, Si Han felt very strange for the first time he received the scrutiny from a child so many years younger than him.

Before changing, he was already angry.

Now, it's different.

Si Han struggled, staring at her, and said, "I already know who I am at fire."

"Oh, I know." Qian Yan said lightly.

Si Han was surprised: "You know? Teacher Shu said that?"

Qianfeng: "No one told me."

"How do you know?"

Qianmiao's lips moved, and only asked, "Professor, there is nothing else to do. I'm going out first and I have to go to class."

"The signature the child wants is nothing more than a simple matter."

Qian Mian raised his eyes: "How can the professor's child know me?"

Si Han's face changed slightly, awful, and forgot this logic.

He said: "Don't worry about this kind of details, sign it, and you can go to class after signing it."

Qianmiao picked up his eyebrows, picked up the pen and paper without saying a word, and quickly wrote a few words on it.

Chic and handsome fonts reveal a bold and unrestrained sense of freedom.

Si Han's eyes were staring, and he waved his hand and said, "Go to class."

After Tang Qianfan went out, he waited for a while, and after making sure that no one came in, he hurriedly stood up and bent over to take the piece of paper and admire it.

The next second, his smile solidified.

The font is beautiful, but the name is not Tang Qianmian's, but...his!

A sulky breath rushed up, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Three seconds later, he suddenly bent down and picked up the ball of paper unfolded, flattened, and blown dust.

After spending a long time, but still did not return to the original state, he got up and went to another teacher to ask if there was an iron.

At lunch time, Qian Mian and Wei Wei sat in the restaurant on the second floor by the window.

It just so happened that the variety show was on the TV in the dining hall.

Today is exactly Saturday, students can watch the program, instead of normal, all news is shown on the TV, just keep it on for 30 minutes and then turn it off.