His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 209

Qian Miao propped her chin up, found a position casually, and instantly cracked the layout of Feng Xian, with precision and ruthlessness.

She said casually in a somewhat immature voice, "I learned it by myself reading books and TV."

Feng Xian smiled, "Forget it."

"You do not believe?"

He didn't speak.

She looked at him, and suddenly saw that there were falling petals on his hair, and beside him was an osmanthus tree, which was blooming at this time.

Qian Miao reached out her hand subconsciously, but unexpectedly, he grabbed her wrist.

She was stunned for a moment, then in this posture, she gently patted the petals off his hair, and just said what she just said, "I'm good at learning, and I learn things very quickly."

Feng Xian smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the petals fell on his other hand. He instantly understood and let go of the little girl's hand, with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face.

Lao Yu smiled at Qian Miao: "So immodest?"

The little girl raised her head and said frankly, "I don't like that fake style."

The corner of Feng Xian's mouth tickled unconsciously.

In his mind, relying on his own feelings for this girl, he sketched out a charming and agile image.

In the end, this game of chess, he lost.

In fact, when it came to the back, he had already expected the result, so he was not very surprised.

He only instructed Lao Yu to pack the fruit and some snacks from home for the little girl to take away.

Qian Miao put the bulging bag into the basket, carried it on her back, happily apologized to them, turned and walked out.

"Girl."

A voice as clear as spring water came suddenly.

She turned back.

The man sitting in front of the chessboard raised his head to face her, just fiddling with the pieces in his hand, and said to her in a warm voice, "Tomorrow, another game."

Qian Miao thought about it for a while, and had nothing to do except take care of Da Bai these days, so she readily responded.

"Then do you have any other bets?"

Feng Xian's lips twitched lightly: "What do you want?"

Qian Miao raised her eyebrows: "Then you can call me Senior Sister, I'm number 11, you're number 19, it's right."

Lao Yu burst into laughter: "Little girl, he's several years older than you, you can't bear this, sister."

Qian Miao's bright eyes picked it up: "There's nothing I can't bear, it's strong, regardless of age."

When the words fell, she carried the basket full of harvest with satisfaction, and walked out humming a little song.

...

With a click, something fell.

Qian Miao's hand unconsciously reached out to pick it up, only to catch a handful of air.

Slowly opening her eyes, her consciousness became clear, she looked at the night sky, listened to the gentle insects outside the house, and slowly returned to her senses.

It turned out to be a dream.

It can't be said that it is a dream, the dream is false, and all that has happened.

After thinking about it, she pulled back her thoughts, stretched, picked up the phone on the ground, and sat up.

It was still early, just half past four, she went back to her room and resumed her sleep.

This sleepless night, I slept directly until 7:30.

Still woke up by the doorbell.

Going downstairs to open the door, I saw a takeaway.

"Hello, this is the breakfast Mr. Feng ordered for you."

Qian Mi was a little confused.

She took the breakfast, thanked, and closed the door.

When she came to the table and sat down, there was still a hint of sleepiness in her eyes.

Holding his chin, he quietly looked at the rich and exquisite breakfast, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, she went to wash up, came out to eat, and brushed her phone.

In WeChat, it is still as lively as ever - new news that can't be processed.

She glanced at it and clicked into a person's chat interface to look at it.

The latest news is a link.