His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 121

the other side.

Bamboo Danjing is already seated.

The old man asked him to sit next to Feng Chuchu, but Tang Qianmiao was the center of the topic, as if he had long forgotten to connect him with Feng Chuchu.

Qiao Shiwan's eyes lit up: "Sure enough, Miao Miao people are good-looking and well-written."

After speaking, he asked Zhu Danjing: "Mr. Zhu, is she the youngest in your association?"

Zhu Danjing nodded: "Not only the youngest, but also the most powerful. People who haven't seen her think that Yuanxin is an old man with a rich life, so she usually doesn't show up. I don't know. Liar opportunity."

The old man nodded with satisfaction and looked at Tang Qianmiao: "Miaomiao, when did you start learning calligraphy?"

Qian Miao's expression was very calm, and there was no change because of her identity being revealed. She seemed to have expected this situation.

She said, "Five years old."

"I learned it when I was five years old. A Can and Chu Chu are a few. When I was five years old, I only knew how to play." The old man said casually.

He said again: "Chuchu, don't you admire Yuanxin very much? In the future, you will ask Miao Mi for more advice."

Yu Huiyi and Feng Chuchu's mother and daughter were sitting on pins and needles, not even daring to glance at Tang Qianmiao.

The color of blue and white was floating on his face, his eyes were blank, and he was completely shocked by the appearance of being hit by a super blow.

After a while, Feng Chuchu left the table on the pretext of going to the bathroom, and when he got up, his expression was still dull.

Feng Can slowly returned to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at Tang Qianmi up and down: "You... do you have anything else you can't do? The last time I repaired Chu Chu's computer, it was solved in one fell swoop. He also gave us this big surprise! But why didn't you tell us earlier."

The old man said, "Miao Miao is low-key. Do you think that everyone likes to show off?"

Feng Can raised his eyebrows: "Then this is too low-key. He became a master one year older than me, which seems like a failure in my life."

Saying that, he turned to look at his brother: "Brother, aren't you surprised too?"

"Well, surprised."

A little girl like a rabbit, it is hard to imagine that she is related to this kind of artistic work that requires concentration, and, not only related, but also the best.

Feng Can's mouth twitched: "You don't look surprised at all."

Feng Xian glanced at him, but didn't pay attention to him any more, and put food in Qian Miao's bowl: "Eat more, Teacher Yuan Xin."

Qian Miao frowned and said softly, "Shut up."

This sound was soft and shallow, only Feng Xian could hear it.

With an emotional sound, he made his lips twitch.

After the meal was over, Qian Miao found an opportunity to go out to breathe.

Along the way, passers-by gave her a completely different look than when they first entered the banquet hall.

Admiration, doubt, jealousy, disdain, it's all there.

It didn't take long for Zhu Danjing to follow, and the two chatted in the yard.

As soon as I sat down, there was a dog barking.

Wang Wang Wang's voice was very loud, revealing a murderous aura.

Qian Miao smelled the smell of Samoyed, turned her head to look, and soon saw a white object running naked and ramming towards the Zhudan mirror.

Zhu Danjing dodged and laughed: "What's wrong with it?"

Qian Miao leaned back in the chair, smiled lazily, raised her eyebrows: "I don't like you."

The tail was dyed pink by Feng Can. Samoyed. When facing her, he wagged his tail wildly. When facing the bamboo mirror, it stood tall. From a soft and cute, with a chirp, it turned into a A mighty patron saint.

Zhu Danjing reluctantly stepped back: "You did this to me the first time we met. It seems that I look too unpleasant."

He tried several times to return to Tang Qianmiao's side, but all failed.

He was rushed ten meters away by Samoyed.

Zhu Danjing was helpless, greeted her, and returned to the banquet hall.

The dog didn't follow, and after seeing him leave, he ran towards Qian Mi with his tongue out.

All of a sudden, he jumped up his front feet, lay on Qian Miao's knees, and acted like a spoiled child.

Qian Miao's eyes widened with a smile, and she fiddled with its claws: "Who asked you to do this, eh?"

"Wang!"

The dog turned his head and looked into the distance.