His Wife Calls The Shots

Qianmiao looked down, his gaze fell on the roof of a villa, surrounded by green trees, and the terrain was slightly higher than this side.

She passed by a few times by accident, vaguely remembering what it looked like.

"Is that your house?"

When she asked this, she was almost certain in her heart.

Feng Xian slowly raised her lips: "It's not long since I just bought it. Sit down?"

When the words fell, he walked up to her.

Qianmiao stood under the eaves of the gallery, and the floor was ten centimeters higher than the grass in the yard, making her face Fengxian at this time, almost looking straight.

She leaned lazily on the pillar next to her, naturally half the height of her head lower than him, her voice wrapped in a warm and cool voice: "I don't want to move."

It means to refuse.

Feng Xian didn't seem to understand this meaning, but smiled: "Then I will hold you over, okay?"

"Or, carrying it?"

Qianmiao's eyes changed: "You don't talk to me about this, I'm not interested in you."

After the next sentence, the man took a step closer, his dark eyes staring at her: "So sure?"

Qian Miao looked at him calmly, "Of course."

He slowly nodded his head and glanced at the side. Suddenly, his handsome face was pressed down unexpectedly, and the tip of his nose was almost the thickness of a piece of paper from Qianmiao!

The breath is intertwined, and there is a warm breath on his lips.

Qianmiao slowly opened his eyelids and met his unfathomable eyes.

At this moment, she realized afterwards and was designed.

The smile gradually overflowing from the corner of his eyes confirmed her suspicion.

"I'm not interested, why didn't you avoid it and closed your eyes instead?" His voice was slow, with a hint of dumbness.

Qianmiao's breathing was slightly stagnant, looking at him, taking a step back, then turning around and closing the door.

Feng Xian looked at the closed door, the joy on Jun's face faded, and suddenly he realized that he seemed to have something wrong—

Too blunt, not taking into account the girl's self-esteem.

He went up to knock on the door.

No one responded to him.

Qianmiao had already gone upstairs, slumped on the big bed, staring at the wall lamp of the flower board in a daze.

She stretched out her hand, pulled out a cute porcelain doll beside the pillow, pointed her nose with her finger, and continued to stare in a daze.

In fact, her gaze was a little empty, and the focus was not on the porcelain doll.

Magically, in mid-air, the picture just now vaguely appeared-Feng Xian's face was close to her eyes, and her eyes seemed to have some mysterious power that attracted her.

A long time ago, there was also a person who did a similar prank on her, and ended up being kicked a few meters away by the instinct of her body.

This time...Why is your body so calm?

She touched the porcelain doll, and subconsciously buttoned its eyeballs with her thumb.

After a while, he fell asleep unconsciously.

Downstairs, Feng Xian did not leave.

He is directing Xue Hanxue Nuan to sort out the flowers and plants in the yard. Some weeds need to be pulled out, and some branches need to be trimmed.

The two children liked the gifts he bought back very much and were willingly directed by him.

Feng Xian pressed her fingers to her lips and whispered to them, "Be careful, don't make your eldest sister sleep."

Xue Han glanced at the closed door and whispered: "Big brother, how do you know that big sister is sleeping, and you can't see it."

Feng Xian's eyes constricted with a smile: "When you grow up, you'll know."

Xue Han looked inexplicable.

Feng Xian waved his hands to keep the two children busy.

There were a few white lounge chairs in the yard. To avoid sunlight, he picked them up one by one and placed them on both sides of the corridor.

There were also some debris on both sides of the corridor, which he cleaned up one by one.

Suddenly, something caught his attention.