His Wife Calls The Shots

Lin Wenyu trembled suddenly and couldn't believe how cold words would come out of the sealing string.

The maintenance in those words stung her ears.

She raised her head, her lips were moving, and there were a lot of things to say. Suddenly, she saw Feng Xian waved his hand faintly, and then the Samoyed rushed towards her with a grin.

She ran out there screaming, embarrassed.

After Samoyed drove her out, he closed the door.

After this whole, all her good moods were lost because of Tang Qianmiao.

I wanted to find a gap, but I couldn't find it.

"No, I must make her look good!"

With this feeling, she quickly returned to Xiyuan.

Fengxian, at this time, just changed into a light coffee-colored casual outfit. Lao Yu helped him follow the corners of his clothes and said with a smile: "The young master is so charming, it's a pity not to have a girlfriend."

Feng Xian remembered the nine boxes of vinegar in the morning.

I don't know, that girl does not understand what he means.

Old Yu said, "Sister Tang's cousin seems quite scheming, but she actually came to you to speak badly about her sister. I don't know, does Tang Yi know about this."

The gentleness in Feng Xian's eyes dissipated, and his usual indifference was restored, "After you explain, Dongyuan will forbid this person from entering, and let someone clean the first floor in a while."

Lao Yu naturally understands his young master's temper, and when he handles things, he is always decisive and cold, without leaving a trace of affection.

After the explanation, Feng Xian went downstairs and walked towards Xiyuan.

At the same time, Qianmiao could finally take a breath and get rid of the "cross-examination" of a group of old men.

The banquet was about to begin, and they all attended.

Qian Miao took the opportunity to go to the bathroom.

When I came out, I happened to ran into the man who had just come in.

The scent of the shower gel covered the faint mint scent, and came warmly.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Qianmiao instantly remembered the pile of vinegar, and then took the lead to avert his gaze, and walked towards the dining room as if calmly.

The Wenrun in Feng Xian's eyes disappeared, and he looked down and thought for a few seconds before stepping in.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a variety of high-end scents. An industry perfumer was explaining the composition and efficacy of the perfume in his hand. Next to it, there was a slow dance performance.

After finishing, I specifically asked Camille a few words.

Camille is here and has received supreme respect.

Qian Miao was seated in position, next to Feng Can and Qiao Shiwan.

She looked at the perfumer faintly, admiring it quietly.

Suddenly, the position next to it moved a bit.

When Feng Can saw his brother coming, he automatically gave up his position.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xian did not sit down, but came to a position next to Feng Lie and sat down calmly.

Qian Miao glanced at him subconsciously, and was sitting diagonally across from her. He didn't keep staring at her like he did before, and after sitting down, he exchanged greetings with the elders next to him.

His appearance naturally attracted a lot of attention, especially the elders, who kept holding on to Fengxian and asked.

"Axian is so handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"

The old man smiled, glanced at Qian Mi, and said ambiguously: "Almost there."

"Axian, do you want a girlfriend? If you want, Grandpa Qu will send you one."

Feng Xian took a sip of water, his complexion pale.

When Mr. Gao heard this, Mr. Qu gave him a blank look: "Here again, this old man is selling his granddaughter. I don't care about everything else, but Ah Xian can't do it. I took it first. He wants to be my grandson-in-law. ."