His Wife Calls The Shots

Feng Can nodded: "Well, my grandfather is very supportive of her career. He built a laboratory for her at home. When she was not in the research institute, she was in the laboratory at home. Every time she carried out a lot of experiments and printed it out. The report is more terrible than my homework."

Qianmiao's index finger rubbed his thumb, his eyes hidden deep thinking.

"report?"

"Well, it's just some data reports and the like. My aunt is not at ease. As long as it is about data, she has to back up several paper copies, and she is afraid that there will be errors in the database. It will be lost. As a result, the laboratory is full, so I have to move to a bigger place, ah, the building where you and my brother live now."

Then, he smiled, as if remembering something interesting, and said: "One time I played a game with my brother and accidentally broke into her laboratory and almost burned her laboratory. Later, my grandfather punished her. My brother did three hundred squats. Because of my age, I cried twice and escaped."

Qian Miao looked down: "Then, what about her laboratory after your aunt leaves?"

"I don't know this. My brother knows better. My aunt likes him the most. He often let him enter the laboratory at that time."

Tang Qianyan frowned slightly.

After half a while, the breakthrough got stuck in Fengxian.

This seal... is not as foolish as the one in front of me.

One or two sentences are wrong, which may arouse his suspicion.

After all, a look in her eyes and an unintentional word can make him feel that she has a crush on him.

Feng Can was still talking endlessly, but she couldn't hear a word.

As a result, I was forced to take a group photo, only to realize it later.

"what are you doing?"

Feng Can lowered his head to edit the copy of the circle of friends, and said: "Every dynamic is a rule my mother has set for me."

The corners of Qian Miao's mouth twitched slightly, what's this strange rule?

In a blink of an eye, Feng Can's copy has been edited--

Our lunch (picture) (picture)

Immediately, Qian Miao's WeChat was added.

The two did not sit for long, and left after eating.

Behind them, Feng Chuchu and the others were still discussing the matter of Master Yuanxin.

Only Lin Wenyu's gaze quietly chased Feng Can and the two, the bamboo chopsticks seemed to be bent by her.

At the same time, the western suburbs golf course.

Fengxian threw the cue to the caddy and walked back.

But seeing Lao Yu, who was waiting not far away, looked at the phone and giggled.

"Uncle Yu." He twisted his eyebrows lightly.

Old Yu Wensheng raised his head and walked over hurriedly, "Master, you don't want to fight anymore?"

"Stop fighting, there will be a meeting in the afternoon."

Feng Xian was about to go to change his clothes. He just raised a half step, but stopped again, looking at Lao Yu with indifferent eyes, "Just now, what did you look at?"

"Oh, it's this." Lao Yu took out his phone and turned to Feng Can's circle of friends.

"Four Young Master and Sister Tang ate, the two get along very happily."

Feng Xian glanced at the photo with a cold gaze, and clearly saw that he had only sat in the four positions, but only the two of them were sitting.

Lao Yu sighed: "Last time you went to invite her to dinner, the young master, she didn't agree. I thought she was withdrawn and unwilling to interact with people. Now that's all right, I'm relieved."

Feng Xian's face darkened suddenly, and his breath was even colder than usual. "Working hours, don't talk about trivial matters."

Lao Yu accepted the old father's smile and hurriedly followed his footsteps, "Master, are you jealous? It's okay to be jealous. Being jealous means you still have a chance to get married, Young Master, eat..."

"Uncle Yu." Feng Xian frowned.

Old Yu Dan smiled and nodded, "Yes, I can't."