His Wife Calls The Shots

After a while, Feng Can looked at the photo with a sense of surprise in his eyes: "You really look like a model, the kind of international supermodel, indifferent, high-end, and full of texture."

Qian Miao heard his description and said lightly, "Oh."

"Two more, two more."

"Cough cough."

A light cough came, and the two turned to look.

At the entrance of the stairs, a man in army green stood there. He was tall and straight as a pine. The combination of the army green woolen coat and the white loose sweater perfectly combined the toughness and fortitude of a tough guy with the elegance and modesty of a gentleman. .

He, fully propped up the suit.

Qian Miao's eyes stayed on him for a few seconds without blinking.

She walked over with Feng Can.

"Brother, you look good no matter what you wear."

Feng Xian ignored him, his eyes fell on Qian Miao's face: "How is it?"

Qian Mi seemed calm: "Well, it's the same as usual."

Feng Xian frowned.

"It's beautiful." Qian Mi added.

Feng Xian's eyes burst into light, and waves of huge joy beat his heart like waves.

It turned out that she usually thought he was good-looking.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He glanced at the white sweater inside Qian Mi, and then looked at the same white sweater on his body, and suddenly felt that this suit was really beautiful.

"I'll wear this a lot," he said.

Qian Miao didn't know why he said that, so he nodded and responded.

"Children, come here." Qiao Shiwan called them over there.

Qian Miao walked over and Feng Xian walked side by side.

Feng Can was behind, suddenly feeling a little desolate.

Why does he seem a little redundant?

Qiao Shiwan asked Lao Qin to come in and take a "family photo" for them.

Qian Miao has no opinion. She has taken similar photos several times, and they all have one thing in common - these people are basically people who are not related to her.

Her "family portrait" is like this.

After setting up the chairs, Qiao Shiwan and Feng Li sat in the front together, Qian Miao stood in the middle of the back, Feng Xian stood on her left, and Feng Can consciously stood on the right.

Sudden--

"A Can, come and squat in front." Qiao Shiwan said.

Feng Can smiled stiffly: "What?"

Qiao Shiwan pointed to the position in front of her: "Here, squat, hurry up."

Feng Can pouted: "I don't want it, it's too ugly, I'm not a child."

Qiao Shiwan looked back and was about to persuade him, her eyes suddenly narrowed, and then she grinned: "Okay, you can just stand here."

She could see the positions of the three of them completely - Feng Xian was closer to Qian Mi.

Now, that's it.

Lao Qin said, "Sir, ma'am, everyone, please prepare."

Five people staring at the camera.

One second, this moment is frozen.

Qian Miao smiled slightly, as warm as the new clothes on her body.

After the photo was taken, Qiao Shiwan asked people to start preparing dinner.

Feng Can was busy posting handsome photos to his circle of friends.

Qian Mi went up to like him at his request, and while scrolling, she saw that Feng Xian had also posted a circle of friends, a single photo of herself and a photo with her.

Without any text.

She saw comments from two acquaintances—

Cang Zeyue: Too much, too much, too much (Aojiao)

Shi Haihan: Blessing

There should be other people commenting, but they are not her friends, so I can't see it.

She thought about it for a while, clicked the like, and then slid down.

On the other side, Feng Xian saw the likes, like a spring breeze.

Now, the more he looks at this dress, the more pleasing to the eye.

Here, Feng Can came over with a snack, put it in front of Qian Miao, remembered something, and said, "My brother asked me to do that thing today."

"which one?"

"It's just to make your aunt recognize the reality. It was my brother who asked me to take two bottles of perfume and beat them in the face."