His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1247

Yu Manman pursed his lips and shook his head: "Grandpa, I'm very tired, I'm going back first."

She didn't stay long and left there quickly.

The old man was furious, but he didn't say anything.

Tang Qianmiao was indeed beyond his expectation and had some skills.

In this case, his granddaughter met her opponent.

"I'm going to tell you that I must control the comments on the Internet and minimize the harm to Manman. I don't want to see any comments that slander her!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Tang Qianmiao's story about Su Yanluo quickly spread throughout country A, and brought the news back to country G, causing a lot of discussion.

On the return journey, Qian Miao received messages from many friends, who were either shocked or ridiculed, and they all changed their names to call her Painter Su.

Feng Xian smiled softly: "Miss Su, what surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

Qian Miao looked at him: "I thought you knew."

Both she and Feng Xian are not of the noisy nature, they both know some things, but there is no need to discuss them, so she always thought he knew.

"Why?" The man put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and asked softly.

Qian Miao: "I told you in advance."

"Um?"

"There are clues in the painting on your birthday."

"Um?"

Qian Miao frowned: "You don't know?"

Feng Xian lowered his eyes to think back, thinking carefully, his handsome face was covered with a layer of confusion.

Qian Miao murmured: "I don't know, she kissed me in the lab that day..."

"Say what?" the man whispered.

Qian Miao raised her eyes and blinked: "Nothing."

"I'll go back and have a look." The man said, but he took out his phone and opened the photo album.

He took hundreds of photos of that painting.

Qian Miao took advantage of the situation and leaned against his neck, there was a faint fragrance from his body, which smelled very good. She closed her eyes and rested her mind, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised: "It's not obvious at first glance, so you need to use some skills."

Gentle male voice: "Is the painting talking, or is there something in the painting?"

She closed her eyes, and her smile deepened: "Think about it, Mr. Feng."

She hid a secret in the painting, a secret of her own belatedness.

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That night, Qian Miao and Feng Xian came to Jiangfu again.

Qian Miao took Jiang Yuan's paperwork and asked him to fulfill his promise, but she knew that it would not be that easy.

Jiang Yuan was setting her up from the very beginning, which meant that he didn't intend to give her X-5.

As expected, the two were blocked outside the door, and they didn't even see each other.

Qian Miao said to Jiang's boy: "Please tell Mr. Jiang that we won't leave, but if we don't see him in person within ten minutes, what happened that night will immediately appear on the Internet."

The boy turned to report.

Qian Miao was pacing in front of the door, looking at Feng Xian bathed in the moonlight, her eyes showed a bit of playfulness that was unique to her thirteen years old.

He smiled and said, "Here we are."

Feng Xian smoothed her hair, said: "He has a good face, he dare not not come."

The boy opened the door: "You two, our master is here to invite you."

It was still the living room that night, but the painting was gone.

Jiang Yuan came late, and walked with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the two of them, showing no good attitude.

"You two are here so late, what's the matter?"

Qian Miao sneered: "Mr. Jiang, is this suffering from amnesia?"

"It's okay, I can remind you."

She took out the paperwork written by Jiang Yuanli that night, and put it on the table. It was written very clearly in black and white, meaning that as long as Qian Miao got the booth of the art exhibition, she could get X-5.

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(Today is over, good night.)