Chapter 166： Think about it, am I angry?

Her face was slightly stagnant, and she subconsciously raised her head: "I'm not cold."

Feng Xian's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he dizzed a little smile.

The tense emotions also suddenly relaxed.

Before Qian Miao realized the meaning of his smile, he saw his hand stretched out towards her face.

She moved her head back a bit.

The man's hand froze in the air, and the next second, he stretched it out, holding her cheek with a little force, and rubbing the corner of her mouth with his thumb a few times to wipe off the cream.

The warm temperature of the palm made Qianmiao's chest spread a slight tingling sensation, her pupils tightened, and she waved his hand away: "If it's okay, please go back, I'm going to rest."

Feng Xian's hand was beaten to the side, and he retracted it without embarrassment, and said: "Next time, don't drink with so many men. Drink less wine and hurt your stomach."

Listening to a casual tone, he was wrapped in irrefutable overbearing.

Qian Miao was very upset when he heard it.

"I want to drink as much as I want. It's my business." She said in a low tone.

Immediately, looking at him, faintly asked: "Why, are you angry about this?"

The light tone seemed to be laughing at him, and it also showed that he didn't care about his attitude.

The breeze slowly blew her hair, soft black hair gently blowing, sweeping the tip of her reddish nose, looking very sprouting.

Feng Xian's face was slack, and she rubbed her head with her big hands, and said warmly: "Think about it, am I angry, or something else."

The hair was messed up a bit, and Qian Miao's eyes darkened a few degrees.

Before he said anything, the man had already turned around and walked out of the door.

In the quiet yard, Qian Miao looked at the coat on his shoulder, and fell into a stunned Zheng for a few seconds.

Lifting his eyes again, Feng Xian's figure had disappeared in the corner.

When she thought he was either calling or waiting for an assistant to pick him up, Feng Xian walked to the villa three hundred meters away, pressed the code, and walked in.

He just bought this brand new villa recently, and it is the first time to live here tonight.

The next day, Lu Wanyu went downstairs with her flabby head, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw Tang Qianmian in the yard practicing swords.

Yes, he was practicing swords.

Her chaotic mind suddenly became sober, and quickly walked to the door to look.

Qianmiao wore a plain and loose trousers and short clothes, holding an exquisite wooden sword in the yard, waving neat and handsome moves, flipping in the air, rebounding from the bottom, and his vigorous posture changed in a short period of time. This move is a feast for the eyes.

One move one by one, like the chic and unrestrained children of the rivers and lakes in the TV series.

Lu Wanyu has never served anyone before, but now he has completely served it.

What kind of fairy woman is this, she has repeatedly surprised her.

She loved to dance knives and swords since she was born, and she went to martial arts school to learn for a while, but at best she got rid of scratching and hitting, she was just a little bit like a move. Unlike Qianmiao, she has powerful movements and can be heard from a distance. The swish sound can make you immediately imagine the picture of the sword splitting the air in half.

After a while, Qian Mian took the sword, and his black hair was wet with sweat and pressed to his cheek.

"What time is it?" She came over and asked.

Lu Wanyu glanced at the slender watch in his hand, and said, "Seven ten."

"I'm going to take a bath, and breakfast will be delivered in a while. You can take it."

Lu Wanyu raised her eyebrows: "Don't you have a lot of food in your refrigerator? You use it for takeaways?"

"Can't do it."