His Wife Calls The Shots

The elevator door opened, and she stepped in, pressing down the first floor.

Suddenly, an urgent voice came from outside, in the local language, asking her to wait.

She raised her hand and pressed it, but found that the door did not stop closing, only seeing the face of an anxious teenager, and then the door closed quickly.

After looking intently, I found that the elevator door switch button here is opposite to the domestic position.

Made a mistake.

She didn't care about this little thing.

At this time, the elevator stopped on the third floor, and many people walked in. After a delay of more than ten seconds, the elevator door slowly closed and continued to go down.

On the first floor, she was the last to go out.

A person walked out of the elevator just next to him.

A voice of a young man wrapped in anger came.

In cursing, it is equivalent to CNMB.

Qian Mian walked forward with no expression, but was stopped by a foreign boy who was half a head taller than her.

With anger in his eyes, the boy gritted his teeth and said another **** just now.

As if worried that she could not understand, after speaking a local dialect, he said something similar in English: fuckyou!

She recognized this face as the boy who didn't get on the elevator in time.

The boy was dressed in black, with gold silk patterns on the collar and sleeves of his coat, and it was a snake.

At this moment, the boy pointed to the elevator door and scolded her for not opening the door for him.

Qian Mian has always lived a very clear life, he will get revenge if he is angry, and he will do it if he is unhappy.

So, when the boy scolded her mother for the third time, she knocked him down, picked up a certain magazine on the shelf next to the elevator, and patted the boy on the mouth.

The boy's mouth turned red in a second, and he looked at her in surprise. He tried to fight back, but he couldn't get rid of Qianmiao's hands.

The corners of Qian Miao's mouth suddenly raised slightly, and there was a dangerous aura in her eyes: "One more sentence, let me hear it."

The boy looked at her eyes and was so hairy by her, so he apologized: "Sorry."

"Good, boy."

The magazine in her hand patted his face lightly, and then threw it back on the shelf, where Gang was just right.

The teenager watched her walking away, standing silly, blinked, and patted his face again. He couldn't believe that he was really suppressed by a girl just now.

After a while, he returned to his senses and went out.

At this time, Qian Miao had already walked to the door of the hotel and found Fengxuan smelling it.

Qian Mian noticed the clothes on his body at first glance, and the pattern on it was the same as the one on the boy just now.

She was about to walk over, a figure ran in front of Feng Xian before her.

It was the boy.

Seeing the same clothes on the two, she didn't go over immediately, waiting quietly.

After a while, the young man seemed to be under the guidance of Fengxian and looked back towards her.

Suddenly, those eyes were frightened first and then angry, turned his head and said a few words to Feng Xian, then strode away.

Feng Xian looked confused, and walked towards this side.

"We two met?" he said.

Qianmiao tilted his head slightly, looked at his clothes, and replied faintly: "I beat him five minutes ago."

When the words fell, she reached out and touched his collar: "Why do we both wear the same clothes?"

In fact, she has a lot of questions.

Why did he suddenly appear here when he was obviously in Wucheng? Why did he know this boy?

Obviously, the boy came to look for him specially, and why?