Chapter 395: Family portrait

After a while, Feng Can looked at the photo with a sense of surprise in his eyes: "You really look like a model, that kind of international supermodel, indifferent, high-end, and full of texture."

Qianmiao heard his description and said lightly: "Oh."

"Two more, two more."

A soft cough came, and the two turned to look over.

At the entrance of the stairs, a man in military green stood there, with long legs and tall legs. The combination of a military green woolen coat and a white loose sweater perfectly blended the hard-heartedness of a tough guy with the gentleman’s gentleness. .

He finished propping up the suit.

Qianmiao's eyes stayed on him for a few seconds without blinking.

She walked over to Feng Can.

"Brother, you look good on everything you wear."

Feng Xian ignored him, his eyes fell on Qian Miao's face: "How is it?"

Qian Mian looked calm: "Well, it's the same as usual."

Feng Xian's eyebrows were gathered together.

"It looks good." Qian Mian added.

A burst of light burst into Feng Xian's eyes, and a wave of immense joy slapped his heart like a wave.

It turns out that she usually thinks he looks good.

The corner of his mouth was pulled up unconsciously.

He glanced at the white sweater in Qianmen, then looked at the same white sweater on his body, and suddenly felt that this suit was really good-looking.

"I will wear this set often," he said.

Qian Miao didn't know why he wanted this, so he nodded and responded.

"Children, come here." Qiao Shiwan called them over there.

Qianmiao walked over, and Fengxian went to school side by side

Feng Can was behind, suddenly feeling a bit desolate.

Why does he seem to be a bit redundant?

Qiao Shiwan asked Lao Qin to come in and help them take a "family portrait".

Qian Mian has no objection. She has taken similar photos several times, and they all have one thing in common-these people are basically people who have no blood relationship with her.

Her "family portrait" is like this.

After setting up the chairs, Qiao Shiwan and Feng Tan sat in front of each other, Qian Miao stood in the middle of the back, Feng Xian stood on her left, and Feng Can consciously stood on the right.

"A Can, come and squat in front." Qiao Shiwan said.

Feng Can smiled stiffly: "What?"

Qiao Shiwan pointed to her position in front of her: "Here, squat, hurry up."

Feng Can narrowed his mouth: "I don't want it, it's too ugly, I'm not a child."

Qiao Shiwan looked back, just about to persuade him, her eyes condensed suddenly, and then she grinned: "Okay, just stand here."

After she saw the Sanrao station-Fengxian was closer to Qianmen.

This time, that's it.

Old Qin said, "Sir, madam, please prepare."

Five people stared at the camera.

In one second, this moment was frozen.

Qian Miao smiled slightly, her smile as warm as her new clothes.

After the photo was taken, Qiao Shiwan asked people to start preparing dinner.

Feng Can was busy sending the handsome photos to the circle of friends.

Qianmiao went up to give him a thumbs-up at his request. When she swiped, she saw Fengxian also posted a circle of friends, a single photo of herself and a photo with her.

There is no text.

She saw two familiar comments-

Cang Zeyue: It's too much, it's too much, it's too much (Tsao Jiao)

Shi Haihan: Blessing

There should be other comments, but it's not her friend, so I can't see it.

She thought about it for a while, then she liked it, and then went down.

On the other side, Feng Xian saw the praise, like a spring breeze.

Now, the more he looks at this suit, the more pleasing to his eyes.

Here, Feng Can came over with a snack and placed it in front of Qianmiao. Thinking of something, he said, "My brother asked me to do this thing."

"which one?"

"It's for your aunt to recognize the reality. My brother asked me to take two bottles of perfume and slap them in the face."