After a while, Feng Can looked at the photo and felt a stunning look in his eyes: "You really look like a model, you are the kind of international supermodel, cold, high-end, and full of texture."

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

"Two more pictures, two more pictures."

"Ahem."

A light cough came, and the two turned their heads and looked over.

At the entrance of the stairs, a man in military green stood there, tall and long legs, straight as pine. The combination of the military green tweed coat and white loose sweater perfectly blends the coldness and firmness of a tough guy with the elegance and humility of a gentleman.

He completely supported the clothes.

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

She walked over with Feng Can.

"Brother, you look good no matter how you wear anything."

Feng Xian ignored him and his eyes fell on Qianmiao's face: "How is it?"

Qianmiao seemed calm: "Well, it's the same as usual."

Feng Xian's eyebrows were closed.

"It looks good." Qian Miao added.

Feng Xian's eyes suddenly burst into light, and a huge stream of joy slapped his heart like a wave.

It turns out that she usually thinks he looks good.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

He glanced at the white sweater inside Qianmiao, and then looked at the white sweater on his body. He suddenly felt that this set of clothes looked really good.

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

Qianmiao didn't know why he said that, so he nodded and responded.

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

Qianmiao walked over and Feng Xian walked side by side.

Feng Can was behind and suddenly felt a little desolate.

Why does he seem to be a little redundant?

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

Qianmiao has no objection. She has taken similar photos several times and has one common feature - these people are basically people who have no blood relationship with her.

Her "family portrait" is like this.

After setting up the chair, Qiao Shiwan and Feng Tiao sat in front together, Qianmiao stood in the middle of the back, Feng Xian stood on her left, and Feng Can stood on the right consciously.

Sudden--

"Acan, come and squat in front of you." Qiao Shiwan spoke.

Feng Can's smile froze: "What?"

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

Feng Can pursed his lips: "I don't want it, it's so ugly. I'm not a child."

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

She completely saw the three of them standing—Feng Xian was closer to Qianmiao.

Now, that's fine.

Lao Qin said: "Sir, Madam, please prepare everyone."

Five people stared at the camera.

In one second, this moment was frozen.

Qianmiao smiled slightly, her smile as warm as the new clothes on her body.

After the photo was taken, Qiao Shiwan asked someone to start preparing supper.

Feng Can was busy posting handsome photos to his Moments.

Qianmiao went up to like him at his request. When she was sliding, she also posted a message on WeChat Moments, which was her own single photo and a photo with her.

No text is included.

She saw the comments from two acquaintances-

Cang Zeyue: Too much, too much, too much (arrogant)

Shi Haihan: Blessings

There should be other people commenting, but they are not her friends, so they can't see it.

She thought about it, slid down.

On the other side, Feng Xian saw the likes, and was like a spring breeze.

Now, the more he looks at this outfit, the more he likes it.

On this side, Feng Can came over with a snack and placed it in front of Qianmiao. When he remembered something, he said, "My brother asked me to do that today."

“Which piece?”

"It's just that your aunt is telling the truth. It was my brother who asked me to take two bottles of perfume and slap them in the face."
Chapter completed!