His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1640

Qian Miao quietly glanced at him, and although she couldn't see his expression, she could feel the change in his aura.

Obviously not as cold as before.

She glanced at the card in her palm and thought, it probably won't be useful either.

She moved her lips and said, "Is it okay not to take a bath?"

The man turned his face back, maintaining the solemnity just now, watching her without saying a word.

Three seconds later, a deep male voice sounded: "No."

What she heard was clearly negative, but Qian Miao laughed.

The body suddenly jumped over the brain, made an instinctive movement, and opened his arms to him.

The man still frowned, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

"Tang Qianmiao, I'm having a serious conversation with you." He didn't respond to her "hug".

Qian Miao raised her eyes, her eyes were pure: "Oh, so, why don't you hug me?"

Helplessly, he turned his head and snickered again.

The face turned back, returning to seriousness.

"Next time, do you dare to be so impulsive?"

In Qian Miao's big eyes, the eyeballs rolled for a moment.

Should she lie?

The time of thinking has made her miss the opportunity to answer.

The man's handsome face, which had finally eased, slowly tightened again.

He knew that she did not include this matter as a "serious matter".

The room suddenly became very quiet.

Qian Miao sensitively sensed that the atmosphere had changed again, and thought in her heart that the value of the two cards had been exhausted, and the man's anger had returned.

Not only did the fire come back, but it was even worse than before.

She twirled the card in her hand, trying to change it to one that was more fire extinguishing.

Before she could find a suitable card, the man turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Qian Miao stumbled back, feeling a little distressed.

After he came out, she didn't find a chance to continue handing cards to him.

Because he was either calling or answering the phone, and he had no intention of answering her at all.

She picked up the suit and went to the shower.

It's her who is at fault, she has to follow this man's hair.

She doesn't like to quarrel, and she also understands that when two people get along, one side is stronger and the other side is weaker. This is the way to get along.

If both sides are very strong and refuse to give in to each other, it will only hurt both sides.

She has seen such examples before.

The bathroom door closes.

Feng Xian looked back, and said to the person on the phone: "I'll talk about it tomorrow."

When the words fell, he put down the phone directly.

He pinched his brows lightly, his eyes full of helplessness.

Walking to the bed, he saw what she had hidden under the pillow.

I took it out and saw that there were seven or eight cards similar to the ones just now, the same little girl cartoon character, either acting cute or acting like a baby or crying.

Each card has a different message, and the further you look down, the deeper the smile on his mouth.

The last one: Smile for Grandpa.

He frowned slightly, but still smiled.

Then picked up the phone and recorded them in the photo album one by one.

After Qian Miao took a shower and went out, she subconsciously glanced at the card she had hidden under the pillow. It was in the same position as before, and the man probably didn't notice it.

She glanced at him and saw that he was sitting in front of the computer and reading documents.

She lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed. After lying down, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling thinking about it.

After sifting through the cards just now, it seems that each one is almost meaningless, so I simply don't use it, and find another way.

Maybe it was because she was too tired, she thought about it, and her eyelids closed in disobedience.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt that the place beside her was sinking, and someone was lying on it.

A familiar touch came over her and gently pressed her lips.