Chapter 142: Misunderstanding resolved
She picked it up effortlessly and walked into the room.
At this time, the two figures lay on the front of his car, as if they hadn't seen him, they were studying how to pull out the golden bullfighting on the front of his car.
The big one picked up a stone casually and prepared to smash it.
At this moment, the sound of a car door opening made the two guys tremble together!
Feng Xian looked at them condescendingly, his expression faint.
Qianmiao looked at the precious natural spices all over the room, and the corners of his mouth cocked.
I took the phone and recorded a video to Da Baifa.
After sending it, she put her phone aside, went out and brought in the last box.
As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw a man standing outside the fence, his hands carrying two children respectively.
The two children looked guilty of doing something wrong and did not struggle.
Qian Miao was amused by this scene, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he walked past it leisurely.
Fengxian put down the two children: "Tell her, what did you do just now?"
The two children bowed their heads and said: "Just now, we saw that the cow in the uncle's car looked good, so we wanted to pick it out, play, and put it back..."
uncle?
Qian Yan raised his lips lightly: "Why are you here to follow me?"
Feng Xian's eyes were cold: "If you don't take care of the child, you are responsible."
"Why am I responsible?"
Feng Xian looked down and thought, although he had an answer in his mind, he still wanted to confirm it.
"Aren't you showing children to others?"
Xue Han looked up, "Uncle, you are wrong, Big Sister is not in charge of us, she is just my neighbor."
big sister?
After that, the two children ran away as if fleeing for their lives.
Qian Miao didn't do anything to him, bending over and carrying the box of spices.
Suddenly, his hand was light, and the thing had been transferred to the man's hand.
He gently held the box in one hand and walked into the house.
Qian Mian kept his eyes a little impatient, and walked over.
As soon as I entered, I heard a very loud video invitation prompt music.
Feng Xian just put things down, turned his face sideways, and looked down at her mobile phone on the table.
Qian Miao walked over, turned it off casually, looked at him, and asked briefly: "You have nothing to do?"
"This is your private house?"
This is almost certain.
"Why, there is a problem?"
"Have something to eat?" He stared at her, eyes burning.
These words indirectly indicate whether he will leave for a while.
Qian Miao watched him quietly for a few seconds, and finally turned around and walked to the kitchen: "What to drink?"
She has opened the refrigerator.
Without hearing Fengxian's answer, she looked back and saw him staring at the pile of spices.
"Feng Xian." She stern.
The man raised his eyes, his thoughts broke.
She lifted her chin: "Go to the dining table and sit down."
Feng Xian's eyes faintly smiled, as if: girl, no temper.
In the end, without saying a word, he sat down at the table obediently.
Qian Miao poured a glass of water, then randomly soaked him a cup of noodles with a plate of kimchi, and brought it out.
The steaming cup noodles of Fengxian watchers were not very happy: "I usually eat these?"
"only these."
After a sentence, Qian Mi walked to deal with the spices.
The phone is shaking from time to time.
She picked it up and glanced at it, and said: "There is something wrong, I'll talk to you later."
Feng Xian looked at the phone with black eyes, deep in his thoughts.
