His Wife Calls The Shots

The winter night is so cold that people can speak coldly.

Qianmiao didn't wear much, and walked towards the basketball court step by step, and soon heard the sound of dongdongdong.

It was the sound of a basketball hitting the ground and then dunking it down, occasionally mixed with a bark or two.

After entering the gate of the sports field, she slowed down.

Feng Xian didn't notice her for the time being, and was hooking the ball towards the bottom of the basket.

Samoyed also ran after him, jumping around his feet, trying to **** the basketball from his hand.

The little guy who was more than fifty kilograms rushed to his body, causing the force of his serve to skew, and the ball flew out, and by the way, it deviated from the original arc.

Qianmiao's eyes condensed, and he ran over several strides, leaped up with a bang, intercepted the ball in midair, and then raised his hand for a slam dunk!

With only a bang, the man fell sharply, and the ball fell from the basket.

She turned her head and met Fengxian's ink eyes full of surprise.

Next to him, Samoyed had already ran to her side and was jumping up and down, trying to bite the basketball.

She looked at Fengxian, but her hand accurately hooked the basketball that was jumping and slapped on the ground.

Peach Blossom Eye stared at Feng Xian's face for an instant. From his eyes, to his nose, to his lips, her gaze swept over him one by one.

It turns out that this man was like this when he was angry.

The corners of her lips twitched as she lowered her eyes.

Then throw the ball in his hand to Fengxian.

Feng Xian stretched out his hand to catch it and looked at her without saying a word tacitly. After that, he tiptoed lightly and threw the ball in his hand with both hands.

Three-pointers, easy to score.

Qian Miao caught the ball, shot it several times, and then deliberately threw it behind Feng Xian.

Fengxian took a few steps back tacitly, easily intercepted the ball that was going to slip off the court, and then shot towards the basket.

This time, it still hits.

Qian Miao raised his lips, caught the ball from under the basket, and threw it further behind him.

Feng Xian had expected her to play this way, so she had retreated to the right position and successfully caught the ball.

This time, he took a little harder, so that before the ball reached the basket, there was a tendency to stop there.

At this moment, Qian Miao jumped up to catch the ball, made a light shot with both heads, and scored.

"Why did you come back suddenly?" Feng Xian had come behind her.

Qianmiao patted the ball, glanced at it, and said, "Do something."

"It's done?"

"No, I'm working on it."

After all, she took another shot.

Feng Xian digested those words and fell silent.

Doing it?

Therefore, what this little girl wants to do is to play with him.

Seeing his sudden silence, Qian Miao quietly glanced at him, just in time to see him smiling while pulling his lips.

Finally laughed.

The corners of her mouth also moved, saying: "Difficulty factor, 1."

"What's the difficulty?" Feng Xian looked at her suspiciously.

Qianmiao: "..." The difficulty of coaxing you.

When the voice fell, she quickly threw the ball out.

This time, when the ball bounced back, it was cut off.

He stood in front of her, holding the ball high in his hand, the distance between the two was only a fist.

He hung his head and said softly: "It's cold, my hands will hurt, so stop hitting."

Qian Miao raised his eyes to look at him and said, "Do you know cold too?"

Feng Xian's eyes smiled: "Why am I listening, are you caring about me?"

"No?" Her voice was soft, and her eyes were covered with a very faint mist, as if she was affectionate.

Looking at these eyes, Feng Xian's heart softened every second.

"I can't ask for it," he said, his voice lingering slightly.