Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Rui Yi raised her eyes to look at Song Xirou sitting opposite, a look of inquiry flashed across her beautiful eyes. Although Song Xirou stepped forward on the hillside and wanted to exchange herself for her as a hostage, she always felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't tell the specifics. Come.

"Master, someone brought something to Miss Jian." The housekeeper walked in, holding a shopping bag in his hand.

Quan Yifei recognized the shopping bag in her hand at a glance as it was the symbol of the March flag.

"Give it to me, it should be Jian Qing's clothes." She stood up and took the bag from the housekeeper.

"Hey, is this the shopping bag from the March store?" Song Xirou asked softly as her eyes fell on the shopping bag in Quan Yifei's hand.

The daughter of a famous family in Beijing, it is estimated that few people have heard of March, but she remembers that March has never had door-to-door delivery service.

Besides, the clothes under the March banner cannot be bought just by having money. Could it be that Jingwu bought them for Jian Qing?

Quan Yifei said, "Xirou, do you also like the clothes designed by March?"

"Yeah." Song Xirou said with a bit of regret on her face, "March's designs are too limited. Every time I like something I can't buy all of them. By the way, I remember that none of the stores under March's door-to-door delivery is available. This service.”

Quan Yifei smiled and said, "Of course, only Jian Qing has this special treatment."

Song Xirou lowered her eyes and forced a smile.

"Why aren't Xiao Qing'er and Jing Wu back yet? Ahao, why don't you call and ask." It had been an hour, and Rui Yi was a little anxious when he saw that Jian Qing hadn't come yet.

Quan Hao held her shoulders and comforted her gently, "It's okay. With Jingwu here, the police station won't dare to delay it too long."

Rui Yi frowned, "Then I'll go to the kitchen and ask someone to make soup for Xiao Qing'er."

She couldn't sit still now without finding some time to kill.

"Rui Yi, I'll take care of these things. You go back to the room and wash up first." Quan Hao stood up, stretched out his hand to hold her, and said softly.

He knew that she was really scared today, so she couldn't really feel at ease until she saw Jian Qing come back.

After thinking about it, Rui nodded, "Okay then, remember to let the kitchen make soup, and I'll go over and check on you later."

"Okay." Quan Hao's expressionless handsome face softened a little and he responded with a smile.

Not long after Rui Yi went upstairs, Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing came back. When the servants saw the blood on Jian Qing's body, they couldn't help but look at it a few more times, curious in their hearts.

"Jian Qing, how are you? The people in the police station didn't make things difficult for you, right?" Quan Yifei jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing shook her head slightly and said hello to Mr. Quan and the others.

"Jian Qing, uncle has to say thank you for what happened today." Quan Hao said sincerely with a serious face.

If there was no Jian Qing today, he might never see Rui Yi again, and he didn't dare to think deeply about the consequences.

Jian Qing smiled lightly and said, "Uncle, you don't have to be so polite."

"Dad, let me take my dear baby back to the room to wash up first." Quan Jingwu said, leading Jian Qing upstairs.

"Wait a minute." Quan Yifei turned around and picked up the shopping bag placed on the sofa and handed it to Jian Qing, "Jian Qing, someone just brought you something."

Quan Jingwu reached out and grabbed it in front of her, and Jian Qing was lazily led upstairs by him.

Seeing the two of them disappearing into the stairwell, the anger and jealousy surging in Song Xirou's body almost burned her.

He took her upstairs. Could it be that the two of them still had to be alone in the same room?

How far had the two of them developed during the time she hadn't come back? Even in the room that he was never allowed to set foot in, Jian Qing could come in and out at will, right?

Why, why on earth is this? She waited painstakingly for three years and paid a huge price. God would never be so cruel to her...

Back in the room, Jian Qing took the shopping bag and went directly into the bathroom. Quan Jingwu took a set of clothes from his clothes and went to the next door room to wash up.

In the bathroom, Jian Qing took off her coat. There was blood dripping from the elbow on her right hand. Her fair and jade-like skin was scratched, and sand and gravel mixed with blood were imprinted on the snowy skin. It was very shocking to see.

She turned on the faucet and rinsed the wound directly. A slight pain came from the wound and she felt a little numb in her arm.

After cleaning the sand and gravel from the wound, Jian Qing didn't rush to apply medicine, and directly changed out of her dirty clothes.

The bruises on her thin, fair calves looked very conspicuous, and I was afraid that I would have to wear long pants for a few days.

Jian Qing helplessly smiled, turned around and started washing up.

One hand was injured, so washing was naturally much slower than usual. It took nearly half an hour before Jian Qing finished washing.

Wearing loose black casual clothes, all the scars on her body were covered up. Jian Qing wiped her hair casually and threw the kerchief aside.

He took the shopping bag, took out a small black bag, opened it, and found a bandage and a small jar of iodine.

Jian Qing rolled up her sleeves, unscrewed the lid of the iodine solution, and poured it directly onto the wound. Her face remained calm. People who didn't know better thought she was pouring water.

After simply disinfecting the wound, Jian Qing took the bandage and bandaged it skillfully.

"Dong dong——"

"My dear, have you finished washing?"

Quan Jingwu's voice sounded outside the door, startling Jian Qing.

She quickly pulled down her sleeves and responded while packing the things on the sink, "Not yet, wait a minute."

Outside the door, Quan Jingwu's purple eyes deepened, he took back the hand holding the doorknob, turned around and walked to the sofa not far away to sit down.

After a while, Jian Qing walked out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on the sofa, her eyes flashing lightly.

"come over!"

There was a hair dryer next to Quan Jingwu, and he patted the empty space next to him.

Jian Qing walked over slowly and reached out to take the hair dryer, "I can just blow it by myself today."

She rubbed iodophor on her hands. Although the smell was not strong, it was inevitable that he would not notice her. To be on the safe side, it was better for her not to get too close to him.

"Huh?" Quan Jingwu took her hand and looked at her wearing long pants and long sleeves, her thin lips pursed tightly.

Jian Qing raised her lips and smiled softly, "I'm hungry, go downstairs and get me something to eat, okay?"

Quan Jingwu's deep eyes suddenly sank, his strong arm gently pulled, and in the blink of an eye, Jian Qing fell into his arms and sat firmly on his lap.

"Hey, Xiaojing, my hair is still dripping." Jian Qing pressed against his chest and stood up quickly.

A vague smell drifted into his nose, and his face turned cold instantly. He held her waist with his big hands and locked her firmly in his arms.

"My dear, are you hiding something from me?" Quan Jingwu asked. The voice was tinged with annoyance.

The smile on Jian Qing's lips froze, and she struggled to say, "No way!"