His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 276

She couldn't figure out this question because she and Shi Yuqi had no conflict of interest at all.

While walking back, the black chicken sent her a message with a guess.

[Boss, I checked again just now and found that Shi Yuqi is in love with Feng Xian, you said, did she check you because she regarded you as a rival in love? 】

[Hey, when I often see a woman in a TV series vying for a man, she will do everything possible to investigate her rival. I think this possibility is not small, you have to be careful, some women are crazy about love, I have seen it in the news Sulfuric acid. 】

[Qian Mi: Boring. 】

When she returned to the door of the master's room, she heard the master laughing and talking about her childhood.

She paused and hesitated whether to go in or not.

Sometimes, listening to others talk about who you were in the past is just an inexplicable sense of shame.

"It's eleven, come back, come in." Master's deep voice came out.

She walked in, and at first glance it was Feng Xian.

He looked at her completely subconsciously. Coincidentally, he also looked at her, his eyes were still as intriguing and strange as before.

It always made her feel that she was sorry for what she had done.

She cared a lot, but still sat on the reclining chair just now, taking a bunch of grapes to eat from time to time.

In my ear, Master's voice came: "Oh, this is the chair, she was only six years old at the time, and it was less than a week after she came to the temple, and she took down half of the things in my house that could be dismantled. , at that time, she was angry with me and slapped her thigh, but she said to me with eyes like black grapes, it doesn't matter, I can pretend it for you right away!"

In the last sentence, the teacher's father has learned the tone of her past, and she has learned the same way.

In front of his own disciples, he did not maintain his usual posture, and even used "I" when he called himself.

Qian Miao's inexplicable sense of shame shrouded her again, and she didn't say anything, so she simply turned her head to face the wall, ate the grapes by herself, and let them talk.

"Is this chair really made by her?" Feng Xian asked.

Qian Miao made up a picture in his mind: when he asked this, his eyes were on her side.

Thinking so in her heart, her body turned back on a conditioned reflex.

Feng Xian was looking at Master, not looking at her at all.

think more~

Qian Mi pouted, turned her head back, and continued to eat grapes.

However, in the next second, Feng Xian's eyes returned to her, silent.

The master continued on the topic just now: "You have been together for so many days, you should have some understanding of her, so take a guess, don't you?"

The master looked at him with a deep meaning in his eyes.

Looking at Qian Miao, Feng Xian seemed to see a small glutinous rice dumpling in front of her eyes, sitting cross-legged on the ground, using cold tools with ease, and working hard to assemble a chair several times larger than hers. There may be some dust on the face.

His face was soft, and the corner of his mouth was pulled: "Yes."

There is no doubt about this answer.

Master Songya laughed, and the corners of his eyes and brows were all happy.

"I've told many people about this, and none of them believed it, or they just doubted it, except you!"

Feng Xian's voice was warm: "She can always surprise me."

The master smiled again.

Qian Miao was stunned, chewing the grapes in her mouth, her face was calm, but in her heart, something like Feng Xian's words suddenly bred... something similar to joy.

She had no special feeling about her abilities before, but this time, she suddenly felt a little pride.

"Nineteen, you got along with her when you were here before. What impressed you the most?"