His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 143

His eyes moved with her movements.

"Leave the stuff, I'll move it later."

Qian Mi: "Just do what the guests do and enjoy your breakfast."

As soon as she said this, she heard footsteps.

Not long after, Feng Xian came to her, put down the spice in her hand, and looked down at her with a pair of deep eyes: "When there is a man, just enjoy the time obediently."

Qian Mi smiled, very speechless.

"Do you want to eat? You can leave if you don't. I don't have time to entertain guests today."

Feng Xian's face was calm: "It's okay, there are no guests here."

Qianmi: "..."

"Where do you want to move?" he asked.

Qian Miao looked at him, and after a while, said, "Go straight to the first room on the left."

Feng Xian nodded, bent down and started moving things.

The instant noodles on the table gradually cooled down.

When Feng Xian came back, he picked it up and ate it, and he didn't dislike anything.

At this moment, Qian Mi was holding a small notebook and making records on the pile of spices in the storage room.

She could notice Feng Xian coming to the door and staring at her.

She didn't look back and wrote the last bit of information neatly.

"You can perfume," he said.

Qian Mi looked back at him: "My mother taught me a little."

"Well, a little?"

She looked at him calmly: "what do you want to say?"

His eyes were warm, and there was a soft smile at the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Bai Mi, do you still like the gift I gave?"

Qian Miao's eyes narrowed.

That gift, a dark green cheongsam, a very expensive and delicate embroidery, cannot be bought with money.

Qian Miao could feel the temptation hidden in his words, and she was leading her step by step into his trap.

After a long while, her face loosened, and she said lightly, "No comment."

"Since you've learned to perfume, I don't know, would you like to go to my side and do me a favor." He said.

"I'm not interested." The girl left him behind and didn't look back.

He looked at her quietly, barely able to think of a few things she could be interested in.

Walking into the living room, he smelled a faint fragrance, which was very pleasant and comfortable.

Turning his eyes, he saw Qian Miao serving a small copper incense burner, wisps of white smoke billowing out leisurely like flying in the sky.

"Watching a movie?" she asked.

Feng Xian had no objection, came to the sofa and sat side by side with her.

Movies are relatively literary and artistic, and Feng Xian doesn't usually watch this type of film.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, which made people feel very comfortable.

His head slowly leaned back.

Five minutes later, Qian Miao turned her head to look at the man next to her, who was already leaning on the sofa and fell asleep.

She closed the movie, got up and went to the storage room.

The door of the storage room was locked by her, and she moved the wardrobe. There was a fingerprint lock at the back. After entering it, a door that melted into the wall opened.

She moved in all the spices and closed the door.

Inside, various tones of incense tools are displayed, as well as essences, finished perfume products, and semi-finished products.

In the corner, there is also a bookcase with books and records related to perfumery.

She stuffed the book just now, and then lowered her head to sort out the spices.

During this period, I opened the video and chatted with the people over there about this batch of goods.

Time passed quickly in her focus.

Outdoors, the incense burner has been quiet for a long time, and there is almost no scent in the air.

On the contrary, it was covered by the smell of vegetables wafting over from the next door.

Feng Xian had a very comfortable sleep, and when he woke up, he habitually checked the time.