His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 130

The assistant looked at Tang Qianmiao, thinking that she would have a flattered expression.

It turns out that he thought too much.

Not only did the other party not have such an expression, but he also ignored his boss, but there was no emotion at all, because she casually said "um".

From beginning to end, he never looked up at his boss.

OMG! Heaven has reincarnation, and his boss will also have such a day.

The assistant secretly smiled and pursed his lips, feeling a little refreshed.

The class meeting began, and the assistant went out to wait outside the corridor.

As soon as he went out, he received an order from Feng Xian—to buy something.

It's all food.

Don't think about it, you know who it's for.

The assistant will do it right away.

Xue Ying stepped up to the podium to give a speech and held the class meeting according to the procedure.

Originally speaking very smoothly, after seeing Feng Xian, he suddenly made a vibrato.

Who told her just now that Tang Qianmiao's parents were not here?

She calmed down and continued.

Below, Feng Xian glanced at Tang Qianmiao's desk. The books were brand new and neatly arranged.

In addition to textbooks, there are some test papers, unlike other students' desks, which will be filled with various materials.

Her desk is full of comic books.

Suddenly, he saw a certain name.

His expression softened a little.

"Like watching this kind of comics?"

"Yeah." Qian Miao didn't raise her eyes.

Suddenly, a finger pointed to her comic book, and a man's low voice came from beside him: "This is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Miao was pinching his fingers, and his eyes flashed menacingly.

If you dare to spoil it, I will cut you off.

Feng Xian was not frightened, she looked at her with warm eyes, and when she moved her hand, she held her soft and slender hand instead.

Qian Mi frowned.

Only then did he realize that he did it on purpose.

A warm and solid hand wrapped her hand, setting off waves of strange and unfamiliar feelings.

Her face was calm, but her fingers, but deftly went around his fingers, grabbed the acupoints in his palm, and exerted 70% of the force.

The man was not in a hurry and let her hold his hand, but he was always able to turn the situation around at the last moment, one turn, and put her hand in his palm again.

This reminded Qian Mi of the summer six years ago, the shamelessness of this man, which appeared at that time.

She closed her eyes, did not intend to continue to care about him, and pulled out her hand.

The man didn't let go.

On the side table, the black chicken saw this scene with Lu Wanyu's mirror, and couldn't help complaining: "This love is so beautiful, you can pull it off with a hand."

Lu Wanyu glanced at him and told him to shut up.

On the stage, Xue Ying said: "After this monthly test, the class will be adjusted according to everyone's academic performance. This is the last class meeting for us as a whole. I hope everyone will continue to work hard and be admitted to the school of your choice in the future. Well, wait. Teachers from various subjects will come in, and parents can ask them if they have any questions about their children's subjects."

The second Xue Ying finished speaking, Qian Miao finally broke free from the man's clutches.

Feng Xian unscrewed the lid of the water on her table and handed it to her.

"I'm not thirsty." Qian Miao put his hand away.

Everyone around was talking, mostly communicating with the teacher.

The classroom was not so serious, and the assistant just came back from shopping and walked in with a bag.

Feng Xian glanced, picked up a lemon-flavored lollipop, peeled off the sugar coating, and handed it to her: "Don't be angry."

Qian Miao frowned and looked at him coldly: "Do I look angry?"

Feng Xian raised his lips: "It's not like that."

Qian Mi stared at him and didn't speak for a while.

——

(Breakout on the 19th, good night.)