His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 959

Feng Xian came to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, looked around, but didn't see Qian Miao's figure.

Send her a message, no reply, call, get through, but no answer.

The girls coming and going kept casting their gazes at him, discussing as they walked.

After a while, the phone was connected.

"Hello, is it... President Feng?"

This voice...is Wei Wu's.

"What about Miaomiao?"

"I don't know. She just came back and put down her things and went out. Maybe she went to the stadium."

While talking, Wei Wu opened the door and went out to have a look.

He saw Feng Xian standing downstairs at a glance.

"President Feng, how about I go and look for it for you?"

"Need not."

After saying a few words, Feng Xian hung up the phone.

Wei Wu looked at the screen, and the word "string" on it disappeared along with the call interface.

She thought of Qian Miao's expression when she came back just now, it seemed calm, but in reality it was undercurrent, as if she had encountered something unhappy.

Moreover, going to the sports field at this point probably also wants to relax. -

In the gymnasium to the west, there were very few people at this time.

Walking to the door, there was no noisy noise, only the sound of the sneakers rubbing against the ground of the court, and, one after another, rhythmic slapping.

Walking in, I saw a tall and thin figure holding a tennis racket and playing tennis with the wall net.

Each hit hits the target directly, and then the ball bounces back quickly and is shot by her again.

So repeatedly, without intermission.

The girl's slender arms kept swaying vigorously, and her fair face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, which made her skin more dewy.

She didn't seem to notice his approach, still focused on the ball flying around.

Feng Xian stood on the wall behind without disturbing.

Just like that, half an hour passed, and Qian Miao was already sweating and out of breath.

She threw away the racket, went to the side and picked up a bottle of water to unscrew.

At this time, a bottle was handed over to the side, which had already been opened.

She glanced lightly, and asked casually, "You haven't gone back yet?"

The voice is very calm, without any emotion.

But she didn't actually look into his face.

Seeing that she unscrewed a bottle of water and drank it by herself, Feng Xian settled the guess in her mind - she was angry.

Sulk.

"I'll take you back before you go," he said.

Qian Miao put down the water, picked up the racket and turned around quickly: "No need."

Exhaling, she swung the beat again.

This time the force is much heavier than before, and the sound is different.

Five minutes later, the tennis ball suddenly poked through the wall net and fell over there.

Qian Miao panted slightly and looked over.

At this moment, there was applause from the side.

"You are amazing, Tang Qianmiao."

Three male students with basketballs came over. They just came, and when they came, they saw Tang Qianmiao playing alone, and there was a silent handsome man beside him. There was a faint worry in the man's eyes. The atmosphere is subtle.

So, they stopped to watch for a while, and after just watching for a while, they were overwhelmed by Tang Qianmiao's skills and couldn't help applauding.

"What's the point of fighting alone? How about playing a round with me?" A boy said.

Qian Miao didn't care, and threw the other racket to him.

The boys laughed and said, "If you lose, you have to treat us to dinner. If I lose, I will treat you to dinner. How about it?"

Qian Miao patted the ground with the ball in his hand, bowed slightly, his eyes were as sharp and ruthless as a hunting tiger and wolf: "Stop talking nonsense, let's start."