His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 166

Her face froze slightly, and she raised her head subconsciously: "I'm not cold."

Feng Xian's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he fainted with a little smile.

The tense emotions were suddenly relieved.

Before Qian Miao could react to the meaning of his smile, she saw his hand reaching out to her face.

She moved her head back a little.

The man's hand froze in the air, but the next second, it stretched out again, holding her cheek and thumb with a little strength, rubbing the corner of her mouth a few times, and wiping the little cream.

The warm temperature in her palm made Qian Miao feel a little numb in her chest. Her pupils tightened and she waved his hand: "If you're okay, please go back, I'm going to rest."

Feng Xian's hand was beaten to the side, he withdrew it without embarrassment, and said, "Next time, don't drink with so many men, and drink less alcohol, it hurts your stomach."

Listening to the casual tone, but wrapped in irrefutable domineering.

Qian Miao was very upset when she heard it.

"I want to drink as much as I want, it's my business." She said very lightly.

Immediately, he looked at him, and asked faintly, "Why, are you angry about this?"

The light tone, like laughing at him, also revealed that he didn't care about his attitude.

The breeze slowly blew her hair, and the soft black hair blew gently, brushing the tip of her slightly red nose, looking very sprouting.

Feng Xian's face was slack, her big hand rubbed her head, and her tone was warm: "Think about it, am I angry, or something else."

Her hair was messed up a bit, and Qian Miao's eyes darkened a few times.

Before he could speak, the man had already turned around and walked out the door.

In the quiet courtyard, Qian Miao looked at the jacket on her shoulders and fell into a stunned moment for a few seconds.

Looking up again, Feng Xian's figure has disappeared around the corner.

When she thought he was either calling or waiting for the assistant to pick it up, Feng Xian walked to the villa 300 meters away, pressed the password, and walked in.

He just bought this brand-new villa recently, and this is the first time to live here tonight. -

The next day, Lu Wanyu went downstairs clutching his open head, and saw Tang Qianmiao practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

That's right, he's practicing swords.

Her chaotic brain suddenly woke up, and she walked quickly to the door to see.

Qian Miao was wearing a plain and loose trousers and shorts, holding a delicate wooden sword and wielding neat and handsome moves in the yard. A trick that feasts the eyes.

One move and one style, like the unrestrained and unrestrained Jianghu children in the TV series.

Lu Wanyu had never obeyed anyone, but this time, he completely obeyed.

What kind of fairy woman is this, she has been surprised many times.

She was born with a love for swords and knives, and went to martial arts school for a while, but at best she got rid of scratching and beating. The swoosh sound can make you imagine the picture of the sword splitting the air in half at once.

After a while, Qian Miao retracted her sword, her black hair was wet with sweat and pressed against her cheek.

"What time is it?" she came over and asked.

Lu Wanyu glanced at the slender watch on his hand and said, "It's ten past seven."

"I'm going to take a bath, and I'll bring breakfast later, you can take it."

Lu Wanyu raised his eyebrows: "Don't you have a lot of food in your refrigerator, so you use it for takeout?"

"Won't do it."