His Wife Calls The Shots

He appeared faceless as before, his usual black mask, with a very delicate and tiny gold silk FOX tattooed next to him. A pair of ink eyes are deep and quiet, giving people the mystery of the abyss but not the extreme horror of the abyss, making people unconsciously awe.

Even if he didn't say a word, just sitting there was one of the focus of the audience.

The guests next to him were used to his high coldness and did not dare to disturb him. Contrary to him, the other players in the top ten are enthusiastically taking photos with fans and signing autographs. Even foreign players also take the initiative to take the fans' pens and notebooks and sign their names on the top.

No one doesn't want his signature. It's just that everyone is afraid of hitting the wall and eats up their noses, so they can only look at it from a distance and take a photo from a distance before the opening ceremony has officially started.

But at this moment, a girl with a colder dress attracted the attention of many people.

She walked behind fox naturally, and didn't know what was said, making fox look back.

Someone happened to photograph this moment, and suddenly found that fox's indifferent and cold eyes lit up a bit when he saw the girl!

Fans stared at the photo and exclaimed: "Fox smiled, definitely smiled, do you see if the corner of his eyes is slightly raised?"

The mask cannot see the nose and mouth, but it allows people to focus more on the eyes.

Several people took a closer look and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Who is that woman?"

"Isn't it a girlfriend?"

"Wearing the same mask as fox, there are definitely cases!"

"Fox asked her to sit down, and he moved the position next to him, did you see it? Too envious!"

"I think it should be my younger sister. How could my fox talk about love? He is a cold male god, so he should look down on any woman!"

"Hey, hey, someone is going to stop her, let's see!"

The picture turned, and it came to Fengxian's side.

Qian Miao just came over to say hello to Feng Xian, and asked for a lemon drop by the way. There are a lot of people here and the smell is mixed, and her nose can't stand it a bit, sourness can make her feel better.

Just after receiving the candy from Fengxian, the security personnel suddenly stood in front of Qianmiao.

His face was solemn: "Fans can't come up here, please follow me down."

Feng Xian said: "It's okay, she is my person."

The security guard respected and embarrassed: "I'm sorry F God, but this is a rule. Non-important personnel cannot stay here."

Qian Mian said softly: "It's okay, I'll go there first."

The man looked at the girl walking away, his lips curled up.

The next door said: "Girlfriend? It sounds cute."

The speaker was the first in the previous list, a veteran figure, who was over forty years old and had already withdrawn from it. Now he is just watching the excitement.

Feng Xian is shallow on the forehead, and the words are concise: "My sweetheart."

"There aren't many girlfriends who are so sensible these days. If I just sit next to each other and feel the feeling of the king's seat."

Feng Xian Qing Lao: "She doesn't need it."

"How do you say?"

"She is no worse than me."

The old predecessor suddenly became interested: "But she seems to be only eighteen or nine years old. At this young age, can she be comparable?"

Feng Xian raised his lips lightly, and said nothing after nodding.

On the other side, Qian Miao had already walked into the resurrection zone from the trail.

Her arrival did not arouse much attention. Only after sitting down, did several people around her turn their heads to look over.

(Someone once said that ambiguity is the best time in a love, sauce!)