His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1091

The man replied, restraining the eager desire in his heart, and after a few seconds, he just took out a big snack package from the drawer and put it on the table: "Come here and sit."

Qian Miao threw the bag aside and walked towards him.

The chair was placed next to Feng Xian's seat, next to his place.

Qian Miao took a look, sat down casually, turned her head and asked him, "And then?"

Feng Xian took out another comic book and handed it to her: "Just sit down."

Qian Miao: "That's it?"

"Well, that's it." He looked at her with a hooked smile.

Qian Miao joked: "Sure enough, it's eating and drinking, but are all the assistants in your company like this?"

"You are different from them." He said slowly: "They are responsible for working wholeheartedly, and you are responsible for reassuring my heart."

At this second, the laxity in the girl's eyes was washed away by something resembling shyness.

He raised his lips, tore open a bag of potato chips and handed it to her: "Eat less, and watch comics or movies if you feel bored."

She nodded, but she didn't read the book, but sat next to the seat and watched him review the official documents quietly.

These documents are basically company secrets.

There is also Wei Shi's business plan for the next quarter.

She really didn't shy away from her "dead enemy".

"Do you know what people say about the relationship between Wei Shi and LM?"

A warm smile appeared on the corner of Feng Xian's mouth, he handed it over and asked, "How do you say it?"

"A deadly enemy who is evenly matched." She glanced at his document and said, "Is it appropriate for you to review the plan in front of a deadly enemy?"

she laughs.

The man leaned over, his forehead almost touching hers, and his voice was low: "You are my sweetheart, you can see anything you want."

Qian Miao pursed her lips slightly, and felt her heart beating twice uncontrollably. In the past, the brothers in the temple would occasionally laugh at her for not looking like a girl, but looking like a kid. She agreed, but at this moment she realized to her surprise that she was indeed a girl when she was with Feng Xian.

For example, now.

Feng Xian raised her head and smoothed her bangs with her fingers, and asked, "Do you want coffee?"

She nodded obediently: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Summer is always a stuffy and irritable weather, and the stuffy feeling seems to be intensified at this time. Qian Miao lingered in front of the sink for a while, holding cold water to wash her face, trying to wash away the heat from her cheeks.

Five minutes later, she came out and saw a cup of coffee with ice cubes on her desk. Packed in a transparent fat cup, the wall of the cup is covered with dense drops of water.

A beam of soft sunlight that was scraped off by the floor-to-ceiling glass window lay beside the cup and extended to the man's hand wearing the watch. The small red string next to the watch seemed so inconsistent, but very heart-warming.

He looked at the file seriously and didn't seem to notice her.

Qian Miao turned her head and glanced, and happened to see white paper and pencils in the bookshelf area next to her. She walked over quietly, sat down there, held a pencil and drawing paper, silently gestured to the man, and finally confirmed the initial idea, and then wrote the first stroke on the drawing paper.

With the passage of time, the sunlight climbed up the man's back and side face, and the water droplets from the cup of iced coffee also slid down the side of the cup, forming a puddle of water.

At this time, a realistic sketch also appeared on the paper, as if it was completely copied from there.

Qian Miao drew the details, raising her head to look over there from time to time.

She didn't know that the man didn't read the documents seriously and attentively.