His Wife Calls The Shots

Back at the company, Feng Xuan devoted himself to the official business, and quickly completed it with extremely high efficiency.

He set aside his spare time and went to the gym to soak for two. After seeing that the time was almost up, he planned to go home and walk the dog.

At six twenty minutes, we will come to Linghua at home.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was raining heavy drifting, and Qiao Shiwan heard the voice of half acting coquettish and half commanding——

"It's raining heavily. I called and asked if she was faint. She didn't bring an umbrella. I asked her to wait for you in the store in front of the school. Please go there quickly."

Feng Xian looked down lightly, and said casually, "The driver at home is dead?"

"Um... you just treat them as dead today! Hurry up, if you dare to send someone else, I'll sell your victory, have you heard?"

Victory, his pet dog.

Feng Xian frowned, her low voice entangled a little helplessly: "Just this time."

After finishing the call, he glanced at the time, picked up his clothes and went downstairs.

The spicy food restaurant next to the entrance of the High School Affiliated to Beijing University.

Because of the rain, the shop is full, and 90% are students.

This shop specializes in something young people like to eat, milk tea duck necks and the like.

In the single-person position opposite the window, Tang Qianmian was bowing his head and eating the new product of this store-the Supreme Crossing Rice Noodles.

The taste is not more authentic, but it is heavy enough and there are more ingredients to satisfy her taste buds.

She ate neither fast nor slow, neat and clean.

This good eating behavior moved the heads of the boys and observed them secretly for a long time.

In the attached middle school, there is an unwritten consensus-as long as girls with a little love for beauty, they will not talk about their fans in the store so as not to affect their image. If they are really greedy, they will be taken away or ordered to take away.

In their eyes, Tang Qianxiang is one of the few "alien", of course, in terms of beauty, it is also a "heterogeneous" that no one can compare.

Qian Miao stared at the ingredients in the bowl that he could not finish eating, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, like a rabbit with an entire carrot field.

Outside the French window, inside the black Bentley, Feng Xian quietly watched the girl eating in the window, the alienation and indifference on her face quietly faded, and the whole aura became much easier.

The always light and calm eyes, in this hurried autumn rain, suddenly gave birth to a soft color that did not know it.

Slowly, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, like a spring breeze in March, warmth.

A child is a child and can fly happily after eating anything.

But... she is much cuter in this way than when she asked him about the conditions.

Suddenly, he twisted his eyebrows, he didn't know why he had such a superfluous thought.

The rain suddenly got worse.

In an instant, he retracted his sight, lowered the car window, and pressed the horn at the same time.

When Qian Miao raised his eyes, through the thin rain curtain, he saw the man's cold and indifferent profile.

There were a few meatballs and a lot of rice noodles in the bowl, and it was raining heavily outside the window.

So, she didn't move.

The phone rang in due course.

"The rain is heavy."

Feng Xian was silent for three seconds before hanging up.

Qian Mian didn't rush and finished the bowl.

Within a few seconds, she smelled the unique fragrance of someone's body.

Just to the side.

At the same time, her light was blocked by his tall body.

Yu Guang glanced down and saw a few crystal clear water drops lying on the man's black leather shoes.