Chapter 143

His gaze moved with her movements.

"Please keep things, I'll move them later."

Qianmiao: "Guests do what guests do and enjoy your breakfast."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard footsteps.

Soon, Feng Xian had already come to her, put down the spices in her hand, and looked down at her with deep eyes: "When there is a man, you should enjoy the time obediently."

Qianmiao smiled, smiling speechlessly.

"Do you eat or not? You can leave if you don't eat. I don't have time to serve guests today."

Feng Xian's face was calm: "It's okay, there are no customers here."

Qianmiao: "..."

"Where do you want to move?" he asked.

Qianmiao looked at him, and after a while, he said, "Let's go straight to the first room."

Feng Xian nodded and bent down to start moving things.

The instant noodles on the table gradually cooled down.

When Feng Xian came back, he picked it up and ate it, without any dislike.

At this time, Qianmiao was holding a small notebook and recording the pile of spices in the storage room.

She could sense Feng Xian coming to the door and staring at her.

She didn't look back and finished the last bit of information quickly.

"You can make perfume," he said.

Qianmiao looked back at him: "My mother taught me a little."

"Yeah, a little bit?"

She looked at him leisurely: "What do you want to say?"

His eyes were warm and there was a soft smile on his lips: "Mr. Bai Mi, do you still like the gift I gave?"

Qianmiao's eyes condensed.

That gift, a dark green cheongsam, is very expensive and exquisite embroidered, and can't be bought even if you have money.

Qianmiao could feel the temptation hidden in his words, which was leading her to step by step into his trap.

After a while, her face relaxed and she said lightly: "Nothing to tell."

"Since you have learned perfume, I don't know if you want to go to my place and do a favor," he said.

"Not interested." The girl left him a picture and didn't look back.

He looked at her quietly, almost unable to remember a few things that she could be interested in.

When he walked to the living room, he smelled a faint fragrance, which was very pleasant and comfortable.

Turning his eyes, he saw Qianmiao playing a small copper incense burner, and wisps of white smoke flew out so leisurely.

"Watch a movie?" she asked.

Feng Xian had no objection, and came to the sofa and sat side by side with her.

Movies are relatively literary films, and I don’t usually watch this type of film.

The faint fragrance continued to be heard in the air, making people feel very comfortable.

His head slowly leaned back.

Five minutes later, Qianmiao turned his head and looked at the man next to him. The other party was already leaning against the sofa and fell asleep.

She turned off the movie and got up and went to the storage room.

The door of the storage room was locked by her, she moved the wardrobe away, and there was a fingerprint lock on the back. After input, a door that blended into the wall opened.

She moved all the spices in and closed the door.

Inside, various colors of perfume tools, as well as fragrances, finished perfumes, semi-finished products, etc. are displayed.

In the corner, there was also a bookcase with books and records related to perfume.

She stuffed the notebook just now, then lowered her head to sort out the spices.

During this period, I opened the video and talked about this batch of goods with people there.

Time passed quickly in her concentration.

Outdoor, the incense burner has been quiet for a long time, and the fragrance in the air is almost gone.

Instead, it was covered by the fragrance of the dish floating from next door.

Feng Xian slept very comfortably, and when he woke up, he looked at the time habitually.
Chapter completed!