His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 771

The black chicken sent the three people to the gate of the community and drove away.

Feng Can took the initiative to send Wei Wu back, while Qian Miao returned to Feng's house alone.

It was very late now, and the guards on the night shift at the gate were dozing off.

Hearing the movement, he hurriedly opened the door and greeted her, "Miss Tang."

Qian Miao nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and asked him, "Second Young Master is going out tonight?"

Doorman: "No, I didn't go out after I came back in the evening."

She nodded: "Thank you."

Back in Dongyuan, only the night lights were on in both buildings, and every window was dark.

She sat in the room for a while without sleepiness, and went to the living room to watch a movie.

The movie was turned down to the lowest volume, and while watching, she hugged the pillow and lay down on the sofa.

This movie is "The Great Dictator" by comedy master Chaplin, and I have seen it many times before.

She likes watching old movies very much and has a very special feeling.

The most important thing is to calm her mind.

This time, however, the effect was minimal.

Not long after, she heard a movement from the next door, probably Feng Can came back, and then the lights were turned off.

The movie slowly comes to an end, and someone closes it.

The surroundings all fell silent.

Feng Xian walked to the side of the sofa and saw Qian Miao lying on top of her sleeping, with her hair draped over half of her cheeks.

There was a smile on his lips, then he bent down and gently brushed his hair aside.

Qian Miao suddenly turned her head, resting her cheek on his hand, and after two seconds, she rubbed her head, her eyes closed, as if she was sound asleep.

After about five seconds, she turned her face to the other side.

Feng Xian couldn't bear to wake her up, so he carried a quilt to cover her, then turned off the light and went upstairs.

As his footsteps gradually went upstairs, the girl on the sofa opened her eyes.

She stared at the ceiling for a while, then pulled the quilt and continued to sleep. -

The next morning, Qian Miao was awakened by the smell of rice.

Turning to look at the time, it was already past nine o'clock.

She went back to her room, changed her clothes and went to have breakfast.

Qiao Shiwan is checking the gifts for the Tang family with the housekeeper.

"Aunt Wan, where's Brother Xian?" She asked after eating half of the meal. She didn't see anyone.

Qiao Shiwan: "Oh, he went to the company and left very early."

"What about Achan?"

"I don't know, this child also went out early in the morning, and he didn't know how to stay with me at home on the weekend."

After speaking, she explained that the housekeeper added two more things.

After that, he walked towards Qian Miao: "Miao Miao, I will go to your house for dinner at night, do you know about this?"

"Yeah. I know."

Today, Tang Yi invited a drink for his younger son, Qian Miao already knew about it.

When the words fell, she reached Feng Can's circle of friends.

It turned out to be looking for Cang Zeyue to learn how to drive.

She pressed the phone on the dining table without a trace, so that Qiao Shiwan didn't see it.

After the meal, she also looked for Cang Zeyue.

One is to talk to Feng Can about something, and the other is to have itchy hands and want to play.

After she arrived, she watched Cang Zeyue and Feng Can's interaction in the stands for a while.

Kind of funny.

Cang Zeyue was usually free and unrestrained, but now, like an old mother, he kept telling Feng Can what to pay attention to.

After finally letting Feng Can drive out, he chased after him for several steps, with worry in his eyes.

Qian Miao followed Feng Can's car away, admiring his determination to overcome psychological obstacles.

The key words of racing are speed and passion. If Feng Can can overcome this, there will be no problem in normal driving.

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(Did you see it? I took the initiative)