His Wife Calls The Shots

Qian Miao put down his chopsticks and said, "It doesn't matter who it is, you don't need to deal with it."

She has encountered many, many similar people, and she has already seen no surprises.

Feng Xian stretched out her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth naturally, and said, "Hey, tell me, I'll talk to him, a civilized chat."

This sound is like coaxing the kitten. Qianmiao's body uncontrollably gave birth to a tingling sensation, lightly and shallowly, spreading to the whole body.

She stared at his black eyes, and after a long time, she returned to her senses and said, "If you have this time, it's better to stay with me."

It is rare for him to hear such words from her mouth, and his face was surprised and surprised.

"Of course, I will accompany you for whatever you want."

Qian Mian put his hands in his pockets and stood up: "Let's go then."

Feng Xian followed her, walked slowly, and finally walked onto the teaching building and into the classroom.

Several students in the classroom were studying on their own, gathering in groups of two to discuss exercises.

The arrival of Fengxian caused a small discussion.

He sat down in the seat next to Qianmiao and watched her bend over in the drawer and constantly dig out test papers, exercise sets and other things on the tabletop.

It's as thick as a book when stacked.

"It's due tomorrow, I can't finish it." She looked at him.

Feng Xian moved the chair over, sat next to her, picked up some test papers and turned over.

"Why are you so lazy? Huh?"

A little question, with a little elder's majesty.

Qianmiao naturally took out a candy from his pocket and tore it open, put it in his mouth, and said casually: "It's boring, I don't want to write."

Fengxian's brows were twisted, the palms of her hands were raised, and she gestured on her head.

In the end, he rubbed softly and said, "Give me the pen."

Qian Miao took out a pen and handed it to him: "Thank you."

Feng Xian pressed his pen, looked down at the title, and said casually: "Thanks very perfunctory."

"Oh, because it is." She said while looking at her phone.

The corners of the man's mouth curled into a pleasant arc, and the speed of brushing the questions became extremely fast.

The multiple-choice questions were written by him sloppily, and his clear, simple and clear answers were quickly left on the big questions. The fonts were correct and vigorous, and they were very beautiful.

In more than ten minutes, Qian Miao placed two completed papers in front of him.

One of the two concentrated on the questions, the other concentrated on watching the movie. Occasionally, Qian Miao's hand would reach into his pocket and take out some snacks.

One hour later, a WeChat popped up on Qian's phone.

Wei Wu: Look at the group, it was filmed.

She clicked in and found the large group of training team.

There is a fierce exchange inside, and the news has reached 99 plus.

Qianmiao flipped forward and found the first one.

Classmate 1: (picture) Boyfriend helps with homework, envy.

The picture shows her and Feng Xian's back, and the profile of Feng Xian can barely be seen. He focused on writing questions, quietly and very seductively.

Classmate 2: I wipe it, isn't this Tang Qianyan? Can it be like this?

Classmate 3: If we are capable, let's find a boyfriend to write the questions. Some people are really lucky!

Classmate 4: This man is not a student, he looks like a social person from his clothes.

Classmate 5: This uncle is so handsome.

Classmate 1: Is it better for people to dress more formal than company? Not old at all, handsome.

Classmate 4: As we all know, as long as they are not students, they are all old men, hahaha!

Classmate 2: Tang Qianyan is too happy, even if her boyfriend spoils her so much, he will still write questions. Some people have a boyfriend, but what use is it, but they don't know how to write.

Classmate 6: It’s not necessarily right to be able to write it. How can anyone write the questions for the training team?

Classmate 7: I would like to ask whether the teacher does not care about this situation? Why is it that we all write questions, but she is special?

Classmate 8: I also want to find an old man to pet me.

After reading these few articles, Qian Mian didn't turn back anymore.

She went back to the first one, clicked into the photo, then clicked save, and finally, saved it in a private photo album.

"I've written all of them, do you have any more? Take them out and I'll write them all together." Feng Xian sorted out the finished part and looked at Qian Mian.

But she found that the girl was smiling slightly, seeming to be looking at something interesting.