His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 337 My String Is Really a Funny Little Cutie

After sending Liao Yan home, Qian Miao walked slowly in the avenue beside the gate of the community, killing time.

It is very close to the Affiliated High School, and you can reach the school gate of the Affiliated High School in a few minutes. Although it was Sunday, there were still many students studying independently in school.

She thought about things in her heart, and her steps were heavy and slow.

So, Rao Shi's ears were amazing, and he ignored the sound of Jingle Bell behind him.

The boy riding a bicycle behind him never thought that she didn't hear it, so he didn't slow down.

Seeing that they were about to collide, the boy let out a cry of hey hey.

Only then did Qian Miao's scattered eyes have focus, and the next second, when he felt his arm tighten, the person was pulled to the sidewalk.

She suddenly came back to her senses, and then realized that she had walked under the driveway.

Fortunately, there are no cars, only a bicycle stepped crookedly into the autumn sunshine.

Smelling the familiar smell, she didn't look back, only said, "Why are you here?"

Feng Xian didn't hide it: "I came to you specially."

She still didn't look at him, but there was no depression in her eyes when she left alone, it seemed, very calm.

"looking for me?"

Her hand accidentally grabbed two privet leaves, and with a little force, the green leaves were twisted into a string of mud between her fingers.

"Anything special today?" he asked.

Qian Miao said casually, "No, but I want to be alone and be quiet."

"Do you want to go home for dinner tonight?" he asked softly.

After listening for a while, unable to understand the purpose of his trip, Qian Miao finally turned to look at him.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered.

Afterwards, an unconscious smile fainted in his eyes, faint, but very real.

The screen slowly turned to the man in front of him.

He stood in the fragmented sunlight, with a layer of natural filter pacing on his face, and the red clown nose looked even more comical under the contrast of the filter.

And he didn't seem to think he was funny at all, standing upright, tall and straight, with soft eyes, like a modest gentleman.

Qian Miao pulled the corner of her mouth, and then returned to calm: "It suits you very well."

Although it is far from his usual style, it is inexplicably harmonious.

This sense of humor just balances his innate sense of indifference.

Hearing what she said, Feng Xian touched the red object on his nose and said, "If there's nothing wrong, go home and relax."

Qian Miao was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and said, "You are here to tell me this?"

His eyes met the warm eyes, squinted slightly, and said, "Your aunt misses you very much."

Qian Miao understood all of a sudden, thinking, it must be the task that Qiao Shiwan gave him.

But...the nose shouldn't be.

She thought about it, she had planned to go back to Feng's house this weekend, and nodded.

Sitting in Feng Xian's car, her eyes suddenly lit up.

The back seat was actually covered with all kinds of snacks. The snacks were surrounded by flowers. Just looking at them could arouse her appetite.

Feng Xian took a piece of candy, which was a colorful lollipop in the shape of a heart. What was more special was that there was an English word in the middle of the heart: happy.

He peeled off the icing with his own hands and handed it to her: "Dessert before dinner."

Qian Miao looked at him and took it silently, just staring at the lollipop without saying a word.

It was amazing that the heavy feeling in her heart was gradually disappearing.

It is much more comfortable than being alone.

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(Is my string warm? Just ask you, is it warm?! If not, I will continue to heat him!)