His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 162

On the other hand, Qian Miao left the school with Lu Wanyu after finishing lunch in the dining hall.

Neither of them wanted to take a nap, so they went to a nearby entertainment city to kill time.

After changing skates, the two went in for a while.

Qian Mi slipped casually for a while by feeling, then retreated to the edge and stood against the handrail.

Opposite is a huge electronic display screen hanging on the second floor. At this time, the authoritative channel financial news is playing.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar face.

The host's gentle voice is slowly explaining: "It is a great honor to invite Mr. Feng Xian, the president of Feng's Bank, to our studio as a guest..."

In the picture, the man's cool and handsome face has a calm expression, his deep voice answered the host's questions in a slow and unhurried manner, and his body exudes a calm and mature temperament, like a snow lotus on an iceberg cliff. That is, eye-catching enough.

Even the host on the side was slightly out of control, with shy eyes and a rippling smile.

The women around them all stopped and looked up at the man on the TV with admiration in their eyes.

The faint disturbance from before awakened in Qian Miao's heart.

She turned her eyes away, slid neatly, and entered the ice rink.

Within minutes, she was out of the ice rink.

Lu Wanyu also changed his shoes and walked out with her.

The two walked outside, and there happened to be a newsstand next to them.

She raised her eyes at will, inexplicably, and saw the cover of an authoritative economic magazine, with Feng Xian's face printed on it.

The photo is matte-finished for a more advanced and deep look.

Without reading the text, I thought it was a popular movie star.

She frowned and looked away quickly.

What happened today, I can meet this man everywhere.

In the afternoon self-study class, the entire class was discussing the morning incident in a low voice, and Qian Mi lowered her head to deal with the information on her mobile phone.

Coincidentally, they all asked her to drink.

Zhu Danjing hasn't given up yet. She didn't make an appointment last time, so she must make an appointment this time.

She thought about it and agreed.

Today's mood is quite suitable for drinking.

At the end of get out of class, Xu Youzheng gave her a gift: "Hey, this is thank you for helping me make up the class, you must accept it."

Qian Miao's eyes were light: "You don't need to thank me."

She returned the things.

Xu Youzheng said, "No, I really just want to thank you, nothing else."

Qian Miao looked at him, the color in her eyes thickened a bit: "Do you really want to thank me?"

"Yes." Xu Youzheng was very honest.

Qian Mi leaned against the back of the chair: "How's your alcohol intake?"

Xu Youzheng was stunned for a moment: "How much alcohol? Is it alright, so far no one can drink me."

Hearing this, Qian Miao said, "Then go to a bar."

This made a few people next door startled.

Lu Wanyu raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to drink?"

"Well, that's it." Qian Miao's voice was very low.

On Zhu Danjing's side, she also said that she would bring a few members there, saying that they were her fans, and they were all good drinkers.

"Then add me." Lu Wanyu said.

"I'm going, I'm going too." Feng Can leaned over.

Qian Mi is indifferent: "Can you drink?"

Feng Can snorted: "I am nicknamed a thousand cups, do you understand?"

Qian Miao raised her eyebrows: "I hope it's true."

Shi Chengan glanced at them, slightly disgusted, lowered his head and continued to read.

Thoughts, but couldn't help but always drift towards them.

After school was over in the afternoon, a few people left the school and went directly to Jiangjing in the south of the city.

Zhu Danjing was already waiting for her with six fans, including two girls in total.