His Wife Calls The Shots

Feng Xian opened his eyes and met her sleepy eyes.

"Have you had enough sleep?" His voice was hoarse.

"I want to lie down for a while longer." Qian Miao rubbed his face, closing her eyes contentedly.

Warm and comfortable to wear.

The man bowed his head and kissed her, and the corners of his lips curled up revealing his endless love for her.

Half an hour later, the two got up.

Qian Miao tried to brush her teeth on a man's back for the first time, because her slippers were snatched away by Shengli, Feng Xian didn't let her step on the floor barefoot, so he carried her to wash up.

She stepped on Feng Xian's instep, washed slowly, and inadvertently dripped a mouthful of foam on his thumb, stared blankly, and said: "Ahh."

There was a soft sound, a little silly.

In this world, he was probably the only one who could see her side.

The man held back his smile, pretending to be stern and said: "Scrub well."

The foam on the thumb was thickened again.

This man is obsessed with cleanliness, seeing his expression that was half a smile but not a smile, Qian Miao couldn't help laughing, she almost lost her balance by bowing her waist.

Feng Xian hugged her, and couldn't help laughing too.

A comfortable day starts with a morning full of laughter and laughter.

After breakfast, Feng Xian sent her to the gate of Peking University before transferring to work in the company. On the way, he called the old man again.

Feng Can was still being guarded by the old man, and his mother had already gone to guard it, but it was useless.

The old man answered his call, but hung up on purpose after he spoke, several times, always like this.

He squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and planned to put aside the matter of Feng Can first, and then talk about it when he went back. Now, let's talk about the business first.

The phone didn't work, so he had to send a voice over.

"Grandpa, I will marry her soon. Whether you agree or not, I have already decided. As long as she is willing, no one can stop me."

The voice was answered, and he just drove in front of the traffic light and took a look.

The old man sent him a few emoticons, which were animated pictures of a villain crying and beating the ground.

Feng Xian replied: "Thank you, Grandpa, for your blessing."

The old man finally replied a voice, a little irritable: "I don't agree!"

Winding is automatically ignored.

He jumped out of this page and sent a message to Cang Zeyue.

"Ask for something."

Cang Ze came over with a question mark.

Feng Xian: "I'm going to propose, I want to give you some ideas."

On the other side, Cang Zeyue was in a bit of a predicament. He was sleeping on his sofa with a pillow in his arms. In the winter, the quilt was only a thin blanket, curled up to sleep, nothing else, because the bedroom was covered by someone. A woman took it.

He was extremely sleepy because of a bad night's sleep, but when he heard this, he immediately sat up from the sofa and connected directly.

The call was quickly connected.

"Old Feng, are you talking in your sleep? Are you really going to get married?"

"Yeah." Feng Xian's voice was low and calm, and he was very sober when he heard it.

Cang Zeyue scratched his black hair, stunned for a few seconds, and murmured: "No, with whom?"

"What do you think?" Feng Xian's tone seemed to call him an idiot.

"Oh, it's Tang Qianqian, yes, it's her, hiss...does she know about this?" Cang Zeyue was still completely dazed.

Feng Xian: "What do you think?"

"Oh, I probably didn't know that marriage proposals are usually surprises."

Feng Xian: "What did you do last night? Where did you lose your mind?"

Cang Zeyue coughed twice, and said guiltily, "I didn't do anything."

"By the way, why did you suddenly think about this? Didn't your grandfather agree yet? Based on what I know about Tang Qianqian, she might not get married so early. You have to know how to read and judge the situation. When the time comes, this It makes sense to propose."