Chapter 148： One sentence blocked his way

After a while, Lin Wenyu's eyes had a focus.

She asked Feng Chuchu, "Chu Chu, did your second brother really invite Camille?"

Feng Chuchu nodded: "Yes, it's clear that he wants to invite people to the house for dinner."

She tilted her head and looked at Lin Wenyu, and said, "Are you a fan of her?"

As soon as she heard about Camille, she came here, and now that she has asked about Camille three times, Feng Chuchu just said this.

Lin Wenyu smiled and said casually: "Yes."

She has studied perfumery for many years, and the name Camille has been heard.

It is rumored that all the students under this person are masters in the perfume industry. Today, 90% of the perfumes in the world are the hard work of her students.

But worship is far from being counted.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward. She is still young, and she has time and opportunity. If she is really compared at the same starting point, it is not certain who wins and who wins.

Camille's participation in this competition is a good opportunity for her.

Qian Mian accompanies the old man to dinner in the main building tonight, and did not return to Dongyuan.

As soon as the dishes were ready, the servant called Rao at the door, originally Fengxian came in.

"Why are you here too?" The old man said quietly.

At the same time, the servant pulled away the chair next to the old man and waited for Fengxian to take his seat.

Feng Xian just didn't see it, walked to Tang Qianmiao's side, pulled the chair away and sat down.

"Grandpa eats alone, it is inevitable to be alone, I will accompany you."

The old man hummed softly: "It's okay to have a miserable accompany with me, you come to join in the fun."

Feng Xian looked at the girl next to her with scorching eyes, and replied to the old man: "It is convenient to make up lessons."

"Make up a lesson?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

Qian Miao also gave him a sideways look.

Feng Xian said without hesitation: "The monthly test scores have come down. She has zero points in both Chinese and English. The partial subjects are really serious. If this goes on, she will not be able to take the exam and must make up classes. It just so happens that I will be free today and tomorrow."

"Oh..." The old man smiled, turned his head and rushed to Qian Mi said: "Misty, grandpa tells you, this son is very good at academic performance, you follow him to study hard, the results of these two subjects, you will definitely be able to Pulled up, huh?"

Qianmiao said, "I have my own plans for this, so I won't bother him."

"It's not troublesome at all." Feng Xian said.

The old man's eyes widened a little, and he snickered with his mouth.

Feng Jia’s cold pimple is finally promising!

"Ahem, awkward, this, you listen to Grandpa, since there are ready-made uses at home, we don't need to go out to find a teacher, otherwise, it is okay for Grandpa to teach you himself."

Qian Mian has nothing to say.

After dinner, close the study room.

The sound of the printer's chuckle sounded, and Feng Xian handed the composition paper that had just been printed to Qian Meng, "Look at the topic, and finish writing in 30 minutes."

That is a set of real questions from previous years. The title of the composition is to understand the writing by looking at pictures, and the genre is not limited.

"Do you understand?" Feng Xian asked.

Qian Miao didn't write, and said lightly: "Do you like me?"

She didn't look up, she just sat there, her voice was quiet.

Feng Xian's complexion was slightly ill, and immediately, she gently curled her lips: "Yeah, I like it."

Qianmiao stood up and looked at him with bright peach blossom eyes, "Then you are willing to die for me?"

The voice was not hurried or slow, even with a strong and light arrogance, slowly reaching the male Rao's ears.

Feng Xian's handsome face showed a strange color, and she silently looked at her in front of her.

With a deep and unpredictable eye, with a sharp look, he looked at her for a moment.

This problem is a dead end.

Being willing, judging from time, it seems too reluctant and too false, unwilling, that is not what he thinks in his heart.

Falling into the girl's sordid smile, he suddenly understood her intention-to block his way in one sentence.

It's a kind of rejection in disguise.

As he expected, Qianmiao's eyes did not contain irony or surprise, but rather satisfied with his silent response.

Turning her gaze away, she stepped towards the door, and said in her warm voice: "Good night, get a good night's sleep."

The door closed and the room was quiet.

Fengxian muttered, the faint smile at the corner of his eyes was a bit helpless and thoughtful.

—(End of this chapter) —

(Xuan Xian: Alas, it’s a long way to chase my wife, who will give me a trick?)