His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 492

After the snow, will something unexpected happen to her?

After all, what Tang Qianheng said just now was beyond her imagination.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't imagine that she would take the initiative to kiss the strings.

Is he cute?

No.

Since she is not cute, how can she have the desire to kiss.

"He's not you." She held up the toffee and said, feeling really incredible.

Something must have gone wrong. For example, after she was drunk, she had hallucinations and treated him as a small animal.

But she knew that was not the point now.

The point is what Feng Xian thinks.

She sighed and opened the door.

After walking a few steps, he ran into a man who came downstairs.

When he looked this way, Qian Mi subconsciously retracted his left foot.

Then, he slowly stretched out again, his face quite calm.

"Morning." she said.

Feng Xian came over: "Did you sleep well?"

"Um."

Qian Miao put her hands in her pockets, grabbed Toffee's little head, and rubbed it a bit tangled.

Feng Xian glanced at her pocket and smiled: "Want to bring toffee to class?"

Qian Miao thought for a while, and finally decided to make it clear.

She looked directly at him, her eyes magnanimous: "I was drunk last night, and what I did was inappropriate and crazy. Don't take it seriously, and don't worry about it."

Feng Xian raised his eyebrows and nodded, "It's really crazy."

Qian Miao stared at his lips involuntarily, pink, the same color as a kitten. Her eyes were shocked, she turned her eyes away, coughed lightly, and said, "I'm going to class."

After all, go out quickly.

Feng Xian said slowly, "Go after breakfast."

Qian Miao ate breakfast very fast, it was over in a few minutes, and she got into the car with Feng Can to go to school.

Qiao Shiwan put them in the car, watched the car open the gate, and then came back.

"Ah Xian, why is Miao Mi so weird today, did something happen last night?"

Feng Xian: "Yeah."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Qiao Shiwan's eyes lit up.

Feng Xian remembered a certain scene, his eyes softened a lot, but said: "Secret."

Qiao Shiwan frowned: "Son, mother's good son, tell mother?"

Qiao Shiwan shook his arm coquettishly.

Feng Xian was unmoved, eating breakfast ruthlessly.

Feng Du remembered something, and said sternly: "Today, your grandfather will give you Wei Shi, this game, the eldest and the third lost to you, you will inevitably feel uncomfortable, you must remember not to be too happy, take care of them feel a little."

Qiao Shiwan nodded: "Well, this is indeed the case, but our Ah Xian will not be like this, how can he easily smile."

Feng Du nodded: "Yes."

As soon as they finished speaking, the couple turned their heads and saw their son who was smiling with his lips hooked. Although he was eating, his eyes and expressions seemed to be immersed in some kind of happy memory, which is why he smiled so happily.

Qiao Shiwan was puzzled: "Son, what are you laughing at?"

Feng Xian came back to his senses and smiled lightly: "I'm going to the company."

After speaking, he wiped his lips and got up to leave the table.

Qiao Shiwan frowned: "Does this child have a fever?"

"Hey, son, come back early tonight, Mom will cook you Christmas dinner and cook it by yourself!"

Feng Du said: "Let the cook at home do it, you don't need to be so tired."

Qiao Shiwan smiled: "Do you feel sorry for me?"

"My own wife, I don't feel bad, who does?"

Qiao Shiwan smiled sweetly: "With your words, I have never married the wrong person in my life."