His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 148

After a while, Lin Wenyu's eyes became focused.

She asked Feng Chuchu, "Chuchu, did your second brother really invite Camille?"

Feng Chuchu nodded: "Yes, he will invite people to his house for dinner tomorrow."

She tilted her head to look at Lin Wenyu and said, "Are you her fan?"

As soon as she heard about Camille, she came here, and Feng Chuchu said this after she asked about Camille three times today.

Lin Wenyu smiled and said casually, "Yes."

She has been studying perfumery for many years, and she has heard the name Camille.

It is rumored that all the students under this person are masters in the perfumery industry. Today, 90% of the perfumes in the world are the efforts of her students.

But worship is far from enough.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. She is still young, and she has time and opportunities. If it is really compared from the same starting point, it is not certain who wins and who loses.

Camille's participation in this competition is a good opportunity for her.

Qian Miao accompanies the old man to dinner in the main building tonight and did not return to Dongyuan.

As soon as the dishes were served, the voice of a servant calling for someone came from the door. It was Feng Xian who came in.

"Why are you here?" the old man said quietly.

At the same time, the servant opened the chair next to the old man and waited for Feng Xian to be seated.

Feng Xian pretended not to see it, walked over to Tang Qianmiao, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Grandpa eats alone, it is inevitable to be lonely, I will accompany you."

The old man snorted softly: "It's fine to have Miao Mi with me, you can join in the fun."

Feng Xian stared at the girl next to him, and replied to the old man, "It's convenient to make up lessons."

"Make-up lessons?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

Qian Mi also squinted at him.

Feng Xian said calmly: "The monthly test results are down, her Chinese and English are both zero, and her partial subjects are really serious. If this goes on, she won't be able to get into a good university, and she must make up classes. It's just right, I'm free today and tomorrow. "

"Oh..." The old man smiled, turned his head and said to Qian Miao: "Miao Miao, grandpa told you, this kid's academic performance is very good, you can study hard with him, the results of these two subjects, It must be pulled up, eh?"

Qian Miao said: "I have my own plans for this matter, so I don't bother him anymore."

"It's not troublesome at all." Feng Xian said.

The old man's eyes widened a little, and he snickered with the corners of his mouth raised.

The cold lump of the Feng family finally has a chance!

"Cough cough, Miao Miao, this, you heard from Grandpa, since we have ready-made use at home, we don't have to go out to find a teacher, otherwise, it's okay for Grandpa to teach you in person."

Qian Miao was speechless.

After dinner, seal the study room.

The sound of the printer sounded, and Feng Xian handed the newly printed composition paper to Qian Mi, "Look at the title, and finish it in thirty minutes."

That is a set of real questions from previous years. The title of the composition is to understand the writing by reading pictures, and the genre is not limited.

"Do you understand?" Feng Xian asked.

Qian Miao didn't start writing, and said lightly, "Do you like me?"

She didn't look up, just sat there, her voice was quiet.

Feng Xian's face was slightly troubled, and then he hooked his lips lightly: "Well, I like it."

Qian Mi stood up and looked at him with bright peach blossom eyes, "Then are you willing to die for me?"

This voice was unhurried, and even revealed a strong and flirty arrogance, and it slowly reached the man's ears.

A strange color appeared on Feng Xian's handsome face, silently looking at her in front of him.

Deep and unpredictable eyes, with a sharp look, looked at her for a moment.

This question is a dead end.

Saying yes, in terms of time, seems too reluctant and too false, saying no, it is definitely not what he thought.

Falling into the girl's wicked laughter, he suddenly understood her intention - one sentence to block his way.

It is a kind of rejection in disguise.

As he expected, there was no irony or surprise in Qian Miao's eyes, but rather satisfied with his silent reaction.

Turning her eyes away, she stepped towards the door, and said in a cool voice, "Good night, have a good night's sleep."

The door closed, and the room was silent.

Feng Xian groaned lowly, and the faint smile at the corner of his eyes contained a bit of helplessness, a bit of deep thought.

——(End of this chapter)——

(A string: Alas~ It's a long way to chase my wife, who will give me a trick?)