Chapter 49: Wipe your mouth

The clean and tidy compartments are exceptionally quiet, making the sound of rain outside the windows more noisy.

Tang Qianmiao was sitting in the co-pilot, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and he was a little sleepy.

It's her fault that she gets sleepy if she eats too much.

Suddenly, a nice hand stretched out next door, and a white tissue was sandwiched between his slender fingers.

"Erased." An indifferent male voice came.

The sleepiness in Qian Miao's eyes faded a little, and he raised his eyelids and looked over.

Immediately, he took the piece of paper suspiciously, and then looked at him quietly.

The man twisted his eyebrows slightly, and then pointed to the corner of his mouth, reminding her to wipe off the faint greasy light on the corner of her mouth.

Qian Miao looked down at the tissue in his hand, then glanced at him again.

Afterwards, he turned his gaze away, stretched his arm straight forward calmly and mechanically, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Very perfunctory.

Feng Xian's face tightened, and she squeezed her wrist.

Qianmiao was indifferent: "Didn't you tell me to wipe your mouth?"

Feng Xianjun's face sank slightly, looking at her smooth, soft, slender, white wrist, he immediately let go of her hand and said, "It's for you to wipe it yourself."

She wiped her mouth at random and happened to stop at a red light. There was a trash can three meters away from the car window. She didn't look at it and threw it away. The ball of paper went into the trash can precisely and flew out like a sharp arrow. It can be poured almost in a straight line.

Feng Xian Yuguang passed her movements, and suddenly remembered some fragments of the old time, and said: "Master Song Ya, is it okay?"

Qianmiao put his elbows against the car window, his fingers propped his forehead, his posture was random, and his eyes were half-squinted. Hearing this, he responded casually: "Back to school."

Mentioning this, she suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes.

"Next month, on the eighteenth, Master’s birthday, we plan to invite all the disciples back to wish him the old man’s birthday. You can make it free."

Listening to this imperative tone, Feng Xian's thin lips tore open with an amused arc.

Eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, when she started talking, she seemed to be older than him.

The rapid vibration sounded suddenly.

Feng Xian puts on the headset and connects to the phone.

Two seconds later, he looked solemnly, "Stare, I'll pass after a while."

Tang Qianyan turned his eyes and felt something was wrong.

But she was wearing a hearing aid, and he was wearing headphones, she couldn't hear anything.

Seeing this expression and the sudden increase in speed, I was anxious to deal with it.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened.

If he doesn't come back tonight, it would be a good opportunity for her.

More than ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the gate of the closed house.

Qianmiao asked casually, "It's almost time for dinner, and I want to go out?"

Feng Xian didn't look at her, lowered the car window and hooked his finger to the doorman to let people come over.

While telling her: "I won't eat at home tonight, don't have to wait for me."

Qian Mian nodded slowly, "Okay, I will tell Aunt Wan."

Suddenly, she asked again: "Then, will you come back to sleep tonight?"

Feng Xian glanced slightly, what's the problem?

At this time, the guard had already reached the door of the car with an umbrella, and opened the door for Qian Mian.

"Get off." Fengxian said.

Qian Miao didn't dawdle, and went down happily.

After a while, the Bentley drove away.

Back to Dongyuan, Qiao Shiwan greeted him enthusiastically and expectantly, "My children, I'm back...Hey, where is your brother Xian?"

"Oh, he has something to do, so he won't be back for dinner tonight." Qian Miao conveyed.

Qiao Shiwan curled her lips, "This kid is really too busy."

"Aunt Wan, I ate outside just now, and I won't eat it for a while. There is a lot of homework, so I will do my homework first."

Qiao Shiwan worried: "You are so busy too, oh, it's really hard, go ahead, don't be too tired, don't write if you can't finish, let your brother Xian come back and help you write."

Qian Miao smiled slightly and walked towards the next door.

At this time, the building was very quiet inside and out, Feng Xian would not come back for a while, it was suitable for her to do business.

Unexpectedly, when she was about to go upstairs, Feng Chuchu suddenly ran over.