His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 687

Feng Xian looked at the window glass in front of him.

Qian Mi's appearance was reflected there.

She was looking over here with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Afterwards, he said to the person on the other end of the phone: "In what capacity are you asking me this question?"

Bai Mucheng: "I'll ask you first."

Feng Xian twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing, and suddenly hung up the phone.

He threw his phone on the table, turned around and sat down where he was just now.

"If you want to ask anything, just ask." He looked at Qian Mi.

Qian Mi blinked, thought for a second, and said, "How long have you known each other?"

It seemed that she had known each other for a long time, but there was one thing she couldn't figure out.

Feng Xian didn't hesitate, and said directly: "As soon as I have a memory, I know it."

"In the past, his family was also in Beijing, but he moved to Wucheng later."

Qian Miao probably guessed this.

She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then asked him, "He was there when you were recuperating in the temple that year. Why did I never see him visit you?"

Feng Xian frowned: "Is he too?"

"Yes, it's quite a coincidence that both of you are injured, but his injury is not as serious as yours. You can go to the ground after lying on the bed for a few days. It takes months for your eyes to take care of you?"

Feng Xian didn't know what he was thinking, and was silent for a long time without speaking.

Qian Mi intuition that there may be a story between these two men, thinking, it is better not to ask too much.

Since Da Bai never mentioned it to her, it was an unhappy story.

She put her hand on his arm, and the feeling of cool silk instantly pulled back Feng Xian's thoughts.

When he looked up, he saw her clear peach blossom eyes.

"Let's eat barbecue."

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xian had already sorted out his emotions, and the corners of his mouth returned to the comfort and comfort he had just now, with a small smile.

He said: "It's cold down here, I'll prepare, you wait here."

"No, barbecue is to be eaten in the yard to get the feeling."

With that, she lifted the quilt.

The next second, it was held down by Feng Xian.

The man leaned over, his face was close to hers, and his voice was low: "This is winter, don't be capricious."

After that, he pushed her back and covered her with the quilt.

"I'll be there in a minute."

When he went out and closed the door, Qian Miao's soulless eyes slowly focused.

She pressed the backs of her two cool hands against her cheeks, and hammered her slightly stuffy chest twice.

It was late at night, and there was only a dimly lit lamp in the corridor.

As soon as Feng Xian went out, he saw a figure turning around in a hurry, probably because he was in a hurry, he didn't stand firm the moment he turned around, and his body quickly fell to one side.

Feng Xian glanced over lightly, and his long legs subconsciously kicked a chair beside him.

The next second, the man fell directly onto the chair that slid past!

Zhang Xuela looked at the stairs and steps she was about to fall, and she had lingering fears. If she really fell, her face would be completely disfigured!

Fortunately, fortunately there is this chair!

Seeing the chair, she quickly turned to look at Feng Xian who had just come out of the room.

The other party didn't stop at all, and had already walked down the steps, as if he didn't notice her at all.

However, he really saved her just now.

"Thank you!" Zhang Xuela stood up with a heartwarming smile on her face.

She didn't get a response from the man, she thought, maybe she didn't hear it.

She quickly walked to the stairs, looked down, and just saw the man's profile and back.

This look made her heart ache again.

It's the exact same back as the photo Bai Mi sent.