His Wife Calls The Shots

"Aunt Wan, I can solve it by myself, don't bother..." Her beautiful face turned to Fengxian, and her voice was clear and gentle: "Brother Xian."

Feng Xian, who was eating, suddenly choked and coughed slightly.

Immediately, he picked up the water next to him and drank it.

Qiao Shiwan held her lips and smiled, "Troubles and troubles are all friends under the same roof. It's okay to help each other, isn't it, Ah Xian."

Mother sent it quietly with a threatening look in her eyes.

Feng Xian looked away coldly, his voice was as light as water: "In ten minutes, call Acan."

Qiao Shiwan smiled with satisfaction, "Well, that's it. After a while, I will take the book and go to your brother Xian's study."

"No, you eat slowly, I'll go and pack it up."

Qian Miao's face tightened, but as soon as she turned her head, Qiao Shiwan had already left the corridor.

Fifteen minutes later.

Feng Can sat down in a dejected manner in the study, and beside him was Qian Miao, who was expressionless.

Liangrao's mathematics textbook is on the desk, holding notebooks and pens in his hands.

This is the draft that Qiao Shiwan sent to the two of them just now.

"Brother, tell me, I'm busy."

Feng Xianjun frowned, picking up his book and flipping through it.

There was also a test paper in it, and it fell to the ground as it opened.

Above, he scored 63 points brightly.

The total score for mathematics is 150 points.

Failed.

Feng Can quickly picked up the test paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

In the next second, seeing my old brother's deep and cold black eyes, he obediently took out the paper, unfolded, and laid it out.

Feng Xian had a cold and indifferent expression. After seeing the scores and the math book with only a few notes, he walked quietly into a cold light.

Seeing that his old man's face was wrong, Feng Can immediately sat down with a serious smile and smiled.

"Brother... listen to my explanation."

Feng Xian buckled the textbook on his head, and said with a cold face: "Read the part I circled three times, and then do the ticked questions."

Feng Can clutched his aching head, and whispered: "I see..."

It hurts...

He glanced at Tang Qianfan, who was calm and even a little sleepy beside him, and silently lit a row of candles for her in his heart.

With that pair of high-tech glasses in the morning, he saw Tang Qianmiao's textbook, a piece of white and clean, cleaner than water, and newer than the new book.

Somehow he still takes zero notes.

At this time, Feng Xian had come to Tang Qianyan, picked up her textbook and looked through it.

Qian Miao leaned on the back of the chair, with his hands in his pockets, a gesture of unwilling love to learn.

Feng Can pretended to lower his head to read a book while looking at his brother's expression.

Sure enough, as he expected, his face was as black as ink, and the air-conditioning was straightforward.

He gently kicked Tang Qianyan's chair leg under the table, and said to her with his mouth: "Run away."

Tang Qianyan glanced at him lazily, not paying attention.

In the next second, a white and beautiful hand was stretched out in front of him, and a mellow male voice was heard above his head: "Give me the notebook."

Qian Mian handed it to him.

Then, holding his chin boredly, his fingers pressed the pen in the pen holder to play.

Fengxian didn't care about her either. He had already sat down, bowed his head and wrote something on the draft.

Feng Can bit the pen, wondering what's going on.

Just scold him and beat him, don't tell Tang Qianmiao?

"Feng Can, it's up to you." Feng Xian lowered his head and ordered, his face faint, and the pen in his hand did not stop.

Fengxian returned the draft to Qian Mian.

Feng Can was excited and leaned forward, "What question did my brother give you?"

It must be much simpler than his!

Excitedly, he leaned over to look at it. However, the moment he saw the result, his smile stiffened.