His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1197

Several people couldn't help but look at him more.

Luo Fei smiled and said, "That's fine, brother-in-law, then let's go eat first."

Several people walked out laughing and making noise.

The sentence "brother-in-law" echoed softly in my ears, and Feng Xian's steps were light.

When he came to the door, he knocked softly.

Qian Miao was arranging the blueprints on the table with her back facing him, and looked back when she heard the sound.

The expression was a little childlike innocence: "You've been drinking."

"Drink a little." Feng Xian approached slowly, took off his coat, and let off the smell of alcohol.

Qian Miao looked at the man approaching and frowned slightly: "Not a little bit."

He drinks very well, and his eyes are slightly drunk at this moment.

The man suddenly approached, with both hands supporting the table behind her waist, his handsome face pressed down, the tip of his tall nose slightly touched hers, his eyes overflowed with a flattering smile, and his voice was also slightly drunk: "Talk about cooperation, fifteen glasses, wine A little strong."

Qian Miao looked at the man in front of him, who smelled slightly of alcohol, but didn't feel disgusted. His eyes were a little drunk, but he was not obviously drunk.

His eyes were sometimes closed and sometimes opened, and his face brushed her cheek as if nothing, without saying a word, but breathing in the smell of her body greedily.

The slight touch aroused the scorching heat in Qian Miao's body.

She leaned back and asked him, "Do you want some water?"

The man shook his head lightly, with a slight smile on his lips, with a hint of charm.

In the next second, Qian Miao only felt her waist tighten, followed by her feet dangling in the air, and she was hugged by him and placed on the table to sit.

His face was pressed down and pressed against her ear.

"Miaomiao."

"Um?"

"Let me hold you for a while."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, a little tired, heavy, and a little coquettish, and his arms gently wrapped around her.

Qian Miao's heart skipped a beat.

She didn't know where to put her hands, they hung naturally, but her fingers clasped the edge of the table.

Suddenly, the man's face came before his eyes, and those black eyes were like shiny black stones, staring at her closely.

After blinking, a slightly cool softness was attached to her lips, mixed with his breath. The gentle and slow touch is like a mountain stream, flowing slowly.

A sense of numbness quickly spread from her lips to her whole body, and Taohua's eyes were filled with surprise.

Slowly, this surprise was suppressed by her eyelids, and she became obedient and enjoying.

The wine he drank was brandy.

In the laboratory, there are several finished robots, one is Xuanse, one is Bayi, and the other two are Jingyun's top products.

They were all working. At this time, except Bayi, the other three robots closed their eyes.

Several wavy blue lines flashed in Bayi's eyes, judged the scene in front of him, named the event kiss, and then stored it in the memory chip.

Two minutes later, Feng Xian looked at the girl in his arms, his face flushed slightly, like a tempting peach jelly, making people want to take a bite.

And he did, one bite, and another.

He tasted the taste, lowered his head and pecked her lips again and again, always thinking that he would kiss her again for the last time, but he became addicted, and slowly turned into a lingering kiss.

But this time, Qian Miao turned her face away, the blush on her face faded, her eyes became serious, as if she had detected some important news, and her attention was not on his face: "Yu Manman is here, I smell her."

He frowned slightly: "Ignore."

With a faint sound, the thin lips pressed down again.

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(Are there any comments or reactions in this chapter? I will see the reactions to decide whether to send more sugar in the future, hehe)

(Good night.)