His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 345

The black chicken sent a very shocked expression.

[Black Chicken: ((ΩДΩ)) Boss, isn't it, what happened? 】

[Nothing, now this recipe cannot be used by LM. 】

Qian Miao has always been very strict with her work requirements.

She can write an exclusive recipe for a one-of-a-kind fragrance in minutes, but it doesn't necessarily work.

Often, only after discarding dozens or even hundreds of scrap manuscripts will a satisfactory one be selected and put into mass production.

This time, LM's new season's main new products are still completed by her alone, and the R\u0026D department will continue to develop a series of subsidiary products based on the final results she gave.

Therefore, the R\u0026D department has been waiting for her.

She had already written the recipe, but she never gave it to the black chicken.

I planned to give it to him in the past two days, but now I have changed my mind temporarily.

[Black Chicken: Is there a better inspiration? to throw this away? 】

【no. 】

The black chicken didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The boss gives the order, follow it. -

In the evening, the scent of food melted into the air, and on the Dongyuan side, there was also the scent of paint.

Qianmi set up a drawing board in the yard and painted in the yard.

It has been half a year since the last time I painted this oil painting.

However, she is not unfamiliar at all. The strokes seem to be random and chaotic, but in fact, they are all in the exact position.

After a while, the sky covered by the sunset in the distance was perfectly copied into the painting by her.

A tall figure was walking towards her leisurely, with very light steps, for fear of disturbing her.

When he came behind her, he stood quietly, without making a sound immediately.

Back here, he could even breathe with ease.

There is no trace of official troubles here.

Appreciating paintings and people, in the quiet time and space, he quickly relaxed to the most comfortable state.

Looking at the painting, a sense of familiarity quickly flashed through his mind.

Qian Miao seemed to notice him, and the movement of her hands paused, and she didn't look back.

When he saw that he was discovered, he said, "It's very similar."

Qian Mi looked back: "Huh?"

Feng Xian came to the drawing board, stared at the painting with his eyes down, and said, "The style and color scheme are the same as Su Yanluo's, so you can mix the fake with the real."

Qian Miao's eyes paused for a while, her eyes swept to other places, she put down her brush, and suddenly said, "How is your company?"

Feng Xian suddenly bent over and leaned over to stare at her face.

"Xiao Hua Mao." There was light in his eyes, and there was a faint smile in the light.

Qian Miao was stunned for a moment, then followed his gaze and touched her cheek, which was wet, looked down at her fingers, and saw the color of red and yellow.

Feng Xian wiped away the paint from her face little by little, with very light and gentle force.

"It's alright, just go wash it in a while," she said.

Then, looking at him seriously: "I heard that next week will be a new product launch, can you have time?"

Feng Xian was surprised that she would ask this, straightened up, and said, "It's too late."

His expression was calm, even, very relaxed.

It seems that the mouth is not "too late", but "too late".

"Then what are you going to do?"

Feng Xian pulled his lips: "Let it be."

"Oh...that's why you don't need me, right?"

Feng Xian's expression froze: "You want to help me?"

Qian Mi sat on the rocking chair, swaying back and forth, and said casually, "My master has let go."

Feng Xian lowered his eyes, his expression didn't seem to change, he turned his back to her, looked into the distance, and the corners of his mouth raised for a moment.