His Wife Calls The Shots

At nine o'clock in the night, Tang Qianxiang finished his personal affairs and returned to Feng's house.

The house is huge, not ordinary magnificent, like a reduced version of the Western palace, majestic and majestic. The main building where the old man lives is the demarcation, and it is divided into two gardens, east and west, where the father’s son’s family lives in Dongyuan, and the elder son’s family lives in Xiyuan.

Usually, the people on both sides live their own lives, and only on certain days will they gather for a meal together in the main building of the old man.

The old man arranged Tang Qianyan to live in Xiyuan, because Xiyuan had a girl the same age as her—the only grandson in the family, Feng Chuchu.

Tang Qianyan walked for a while before going to the hall where the old man practiced calligraphy.

The entire hall is covered with original calligraphy, and the table on the ground is also covered with calligraphy and paintings before the ink is dry, and the air is full of ink scent.

There are two people in the hall, one is the old man, and the other is Feng Chuchu who is grinding for him.

Both Rao's eyes focused on a pair of calligraphy, and they didn't notice her.

Tang Qianmiao's eyes stayed on the calligraphy for a while, and some thoughts turned in his eyes.

Then she looked away and knocked on the door, "Grandpa Feng."

The old man raised his head and immediately smiled kindly, "I'm back, come back, come, let me show my grandpa, how does grandpa imitate this word?"

Tang Qianyan glanced lightly at the original calligraphy, and asked, "Grandpa likes this character?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, although it is a newcomer's work, his ability to control strokes and font structures is better than that of many well-known predecessors. This style can even be self-contained."

As soon as the old man finished, Feng Chuchu said softly: "Grandpa, the author of this calligraphy is the most famous original heart in the world over the past few years. He is not an unknown person. His work has won many awards. It is the granddaughter who got it from someone else. I beg for my grandfather."

The old man smiled and nodded, it was nothing, his eyes returned to Tang Qianmiao's face, and asked her: "How do you feel miraculous?"

Tang Qianyan smiled faintly: "The original writing is not very good, grandpa wrote well."

The old man laughed loudly, "You kid, you will make grandpa happy."

Feng Chuchu murmured, "A flattery, who can understand calligraphy."

"Chu Chu, don't be rude." The old man increased his tone slightly.

Feng Chuchu pouted and said nothing.

The old man put down the pen and paper, let the servant take it and put it away, and then rushed to Feng Chu Chu and said with a serious face: "Chu Chu, now I am back, what should you do?"

Feng Chuchu instantly changed his face, hanging his head silently, his hands twisted in entanglement.

When the old man saw this, his eyes sank: "Have you learned the rules of the family?"

Only then did Feng Chuchu slowly raised her head, glanced at Tang Qianyan, and reluctantly said, "I misunderstood you last night, I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

Tang Qianyan remembered what happened last night.

She came back late last night, and as soon as she got back, she was driven out of the door by Sister Feng and threw out all her luggage. The reason was that she found the necklace she lost in her room.

Later, she threw out a surveillance video, which clearly recorded the whole process-it turned out that the dog in the family took away and landed at Tang Qian's door. The servant thought it was Tang Qian's that dropped it and put it back into hers. Dressing table.

After the misunderstanding was explained clearly, the focus of the Xiyuan family was on why she had this monitoring, and they suspected her intentions were wrong.

Tang Qianyan didn't explain anything at this point, because of this, she was kicked out.

It just so happened that she had some personal matters to deal with, so she left Fengjia.

In the car, she talked with the old man over the phone once, not because he left out of anger, the old man believed.

Unexpectedly, he sent Fengxian to find her today.

In fact, it would not do her any good to investigate this matter. Thinking of this, she nodded lightly, accepting Feng Chuchu's apology.

Feng Chuchu glared at her, then greeted the old man perfunctorily, and went out.

After she left, the old man said to Tang Qianming: "My child, after last night, your aunt Wan came to me. She wants to take you to live with Dongyuan. Would you like to?"

There was no expression on Tang Qianyan's face, and he nodded immediately: "Let's arrange it with Grandpa."