His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 142

In the yard, a girl was carrying things.

Four or five large boxes, each of which seemed quite heavy.

She picked it up effortlessly and walked into the house.

At this moment, two small figures were lying on the front of his car, as if they didn't see him, they were studying how to pull out the golden bullfight on the front of his car.

The big one picked up a small stone and prepared to smash it.

At this moment, the sound of a car door opening made the two little guys shiver!

Feng Xian looked down at them condescendingly, his expression light.

Qian Miao looked at the precious natural spices in the room, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

I took my phone and recorded a small video and sent it to Dabai.

After sending it, she put the phone aside and went out to carry the last box in.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a man standing outside the fence, holding two children in his two hands.

The two children looked guilty and did not struggle.

Qian Miao was amused by this scene, raised her eyebrows slightly, and walked over leisurely.

Feng Xian put the two children down: "Tell her, what did you do just now?"

The two children bowed their heads and whispered: "Just now, we saw that the cow on Uncle's car looked good, so we wanted to dig it out, play with it, and put it back..."

Feng Xian narrowed his eyes.

uncle?

Qian Miao raised her lips lightly: "Why did you come and tell me?"

Feng Xian's eyes were cold: "Don't take care of the child, you are responsible."

"Why am I responsible?"

Feng Xian lowered his eyes and thought about it. Although he had the answer in his heart, he still wanted to confirm it.

"Aren't you looking after someone else's child?"

Xue Han raised his head, "Uncle, you're wrong. Big sister doesn't care about us, she's just my neighbor."

Feng Xian frowned.

big sister?

After speaking, the two children ran away as if they were running for their lives.

Qian Miao didn't say anything to him, and bent over to carry the box of spices.

Suddenly, with a light hand, the thing has been transferred to the man's hand.

He lightly held the box with one hand and walked into the house.

Qian Miao narrowed her eyes a little impatiently and walked over.

As soon as I entered, I heard a very loud video invitation prompt music.

Feng Xian just put things down, turned his face sideways, and lowered his eyes to look at her phone on the table.

Qian Mi walked over, turned it off, looked at him, and asked lightly, "You have nothing to do?"

"Is this your private house?"

This is almost certain.

"What, is there a problem?"

"Have something to eat?" He stared at her, his eyes burning.

These words indirectly indicated whether he would leave for a while.

Qian Mi looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and finally turned around and walked to the kitchen: "What would you like to drink?"

She has opened the refrigerator.

Not hearing Feng Xian's answer, she turned around and saw him staring at the pile of spices.

"Feng Xian." She was serious.

The man raised his eyes and lost his thoughts.

"what ever."

She raised her chin: "Go to the table and sit down."

Feng Xian's eyes dazzled with a faint smile, as if saying: Little girl, she has a good temper.

In the end, without saying a word, he sat down at the table obediently.

Qian Miao poured a glass of water, then made him a cup of noodles at will, accompanied by a small plate of kimchi, and took it out.

Feng Xian watched the steaming cup noodles, not very happy: "Do you usually eat these?"

"only these."

After saying a word, Qian Miao went to deal with the spices.

The phone vibrated from time to time.

She picked it up, looked at it, and sent a voice: "I have something to tell you later."

Feng Xian's black eyes looked at the phone with deep thoughts.

——

Good night.