His Wife Calls The Shots

Qian Mian waved his hand and refused, and looked at the door of the fitting room.

The next second, the door opened and the man walked out from inside.

At first glance, it is a long leg wrapped in light coffee-colored trousers. The top is a short coat. The elements are matched with small blue and red stripes that are only found on contemporary middle school uniforms. They are distributed on the neckline and There are no extra patterns on both sides of the buttons, and the overall color is bright blue.

Qianmiao immediately lowered his eyes, and smiled almost uncontrollably at the corners of his mouth.

The shopping guide had a look of indescribable expression, and his heart: It's a pity that this handsome face is.

Feng Xian looked at Qian Mian: "Make a point."

Qian Miao showed him the screen of his phone and wrote a 10.

Shopping guide: "Sir, when you wear it like this, others think you haven't graduated from high school. Or, let's try this one."

She took out the most expensive set again.

The man raised his hand and refused, looking at the body in the mirror, and said, "Cut the tag."

Qian Miao saw his stretched eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The other set has the same style as this one, and he wants it too.

Later, she followed him to the shoe store and barbershop.

The leather shoes became sneakers, and the hair style changed accordingly.

The two walked from the street to the end, and many shops stopped calling his husband, but became "students."

The two words that used to be the most insensitive or even a little unpleasant, now because of her, they have become very precious and sweet.

Later, Feng Xian sent her back to the training team and drove away after watching her walk in.

Back home, Qiao Shiwan's voice came as soon as he stepped into the doorway.

"Why A Chan is still wandering, hurry up and do your homework!"

"Go shopping again to buy new clothes? Ah, it's almost the college entrance examination, and it's so leisurely, alas."

Feng Xian turned around.

Qiao Shiwan took a breath of air and leaned back and fell into her husband's arms.

"Husband, look."

Feng Tan looked over and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

"I'm not mistaken, is this...Axian?"

Feng Xian shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "I'll go by first."

Qiao Shiwan picked up the phone and took a photo, and smiled: "Who bought the clothes? Huh?"

Fengxian: "Can't I buy it myself?"

"Come on, I don't know yet. When did I go out to buy clothes, they were all custom-made. This style is not like the same style. Tell me, is it for me to buy it?"

Feng Xian looked at the expectation in her mother's eyes, and after two seconds, he hummed.

Qiao Shiwan was overjoyed: "Oh, I know, I'll just say it, Misty must like our son, not the boy from the Bai family."

Feng Xian squinted: "Did something happen?"

Qiao Shiwan's eyes flashed, and she simply told the story: "Dad heard that the elders of the Tang family have gone to the Bai family to give a kiss."

"I just heard, but the news came from the Bai family, and it should be true." Feng said.

"Son, mom give me a suggestion. Or, when I graduate from school, I will propose to her?"

Feng Xian looked down at her mother: "She is still young."

"Small is small, but it's also an adult. We're 20 this year. Let's get engaged first, eh?"

Feng Xian sat down and said, "The wedding is a matter of course, so you don't need to worry."

"But, the people of the Bai family are ready to move."

Feng Xian stood up: "Compared to these, her happiness is the most important thing."