His Wife Calls The Shots

He tuned up the recordings of Lin Zifan and Tang Qianyan and prepared to post a post to expose them.

As he finished editing the copy, a thin moonlight suddenly penetrated through the slowly blowing curtains, illuminating his keyboard.

His extended hand slowly retracted.

Just give her one last chance!

Qian Mian remembered the pre-sale date, and said to Feng Xian: "My friend is pretty fast."

This remark did not get a reply from the man.

She saw that his eyes seemed to be focused on her mouth, and she followed and looked down.

Suddenly, he stretched his hand over and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.

"So delicious?" He asked with a slight smile.

Qian Miao's face was slightly stagnant, and when he stepped back, his hand also took advantage of the trend.

Handed her a glass of water and said, "The signing will be in June."

"Sign-off meeting?"

Qian Miao looked down and glanced at the text just now, without mentioning it, only the date of the pre-sale.

"Well, probably the day after the college entrance examination is over," he said.

"where is it?"

"Undecided, where is the hope?"

Qianmiao cast his eyes on him, which contained a careful look.

Feng Xian looked at her directly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qian Miao slowly looked away, "It's okay."

She got up: "I'm going to brush my teeth."

Before he lifted his step, his wrist felt warm.

Looking back, I saw the long-awaited look in the man's eyes.

As if she had just remembered it, she whispered: "Ordinary classmate, not familiar."

Suddenly, she saw the brilliant colors blooming in the man's eyes.

Immediately, she also let go of her hand and said, "Good night."

He put away the remaining spicy strips and took them away.

"Junk food, don't eat more."

Qianmiao: (⊙o⊙)...

Two days later, in the training building.

When Qin Mingyu came back from the toilet, he saw a small box on his desk.

On the top, there is a label of the charity club, and a classic thank you note is written.

"Qin Mingyu, quickly open it and let us smell the 100,000 yuan perfume?"

A gleam of light appeared in Qin Mingyu's bleak eyes: "Did she bring it to me by herself?"

"Yeah, just put it down."

Qin Mingyu regrets why he had to go to the bathroom just now.

"Open it quickly, let's smell that scent too."

Qin Mingyu touched the perfume box, and there seemed to be a flash of Tang Qianfan holding the bottle of perfume in his mind.

This little box lay in the palm of her hand.

As long as he thought of this, he couldn't bear to dismantle it.

He ignored those people and didn't answer a word.

The others cut a few times and ignored him.

He sat down, picked up the box and admired it carefully, and then kissed it again and again obsessively.

In the afternoon, Qian Mian found a letter in the desk.

She opened her hand and took a look, and a crack appeared on her indifferent face.

"Student Tang Qianmen, well, I received the perfume, but there is a small problem. I hope to change it. See you in the playground after school in the afternoon-Qin Mingyu."

The three characters Qin Mingyu seemed to be written very hard and the ink was very deep.

She looked back at his desk and saw no one.

He stopped a male classmate who was passing by.

"Know Qin Mingyu?" She asked lightly.

It was the first time that the male classmate had spoken to her with an excited expression on his face. He immediately said, "Of course I know him. He is in my dormitory, not me. In this class, I talk to him most.

Qian Mian handed the letter to him: "Return the trouble to him and pass another sentence. I am very satisfied with my own work and will not make any changes."

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