His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 957

In the evening, after the last class, all the students leave the classroom to eat.

A boy was about to leave. When collecting his textbooks, he pulled them out with his hand and accidentally brought out something.

He picked it up and looked, and he let out a oh.

"Oops, I forgot to give it to him."

It was Tang Qianmiao who asked him to forward this letter back to Qin Mingyu, so that he would forget about it.

Looking back at the surroundings, everyone had finished walking, so naturally Qin Mingyu was not seen.

At this moment, on the playground.

Everyone went to eat, there was no one else here except Qin Mingyu.

Holding a bouquet of fresh flowers that he had just received from the delivery man in his hand, he looked expectantly at the entrance of the playground.

At first, he smiled to dispel the gloom on his face. After more than ten minutes, the smile on his face gradually dissipated.

After another ten minutes, the bouquet of flowers was no longer held by him in both hands, but was held in one hand, hanging down by his side, looking listless.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Looking down, it was a message from a roommate.

[(Picture) Tang Qianmiao returned it to you, and she said she would not change it, what do you like. 】

With a snap, the bouquet of flowers fell to the ground.

There was darkness under Qin Mingyu's eyes.

He suddenly went crazy and ran towards the school gate. After running, he stopped suddenly.

In a small pavilion not far away, a man and a woman are eating.

It was Tang Qianmiao and the man from that night.

He clenched his fists, walked over quietly, and sat down in the pavilion next door with his back to them.

The two pavilions were only two meters apart, and he could hear the voice over there.

The man has been picking up vegetables for Tang Qianmiao, his voice is very gentle and pleasant to hear.

It's the kind of voice he usually uses when he meets male protagonists when dubbing.

The pronunciation of Mandarin is very standard, without any taste of dialect.

The more he listened, the tighter his fists clenched.

I don't want to believe that such a perfect person exists.

In terms of appearance, family background, and even the voice he is most proud of, the other party has a great advantage.

He jumped up and ran out.

The sound of da da da footsteps made Qian Miao next door turn his head and take a look.

Feng Xian then looked up.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Qian Miao looked away, "How's that robot doing?"

Hearing her question, Feng Xian knew that she was still not willing to hand everything over to the authorities.

I will be curious about the whereabouts of No. 13's accomplices, their final fate, and even more curious about who is using them.

And the robot he brought back is a more useful clue at present.

He wiped his fingers and said, "I will let you know as soon as there is any progress."

"Brother Feng Xian." A voice suddenly broke in from a distance.

Shu Yu approached from a distance, with a smile on his face, but he didn't look at Qian Miao.

She said: "I didn't expect to see you here today, what a coincidence."

Feng Xian: "Unfortunately, I came here specially to deliver food."

Shu Yu was slightly embarrassed, but didn't care much, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, after two days of competition, will you go?"

There was no wave in the man's eyes, and he said two words lightly: "Let's talk."

Shu Yu: "You must go. I only recognize you as the No. 1 position in the ranking, and I don't recognize anyone else. I heard that there are a lot of people coming from abroad to compete this year, and there are even more people from all over the country in China."

Feng Xian nodded indifferently and said nothing.

Shu Yu was pleasantly surprised, did he agree?

Or respond to her perfunctorily?