Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Sir, Miss Qing's phone number."

Qiu Bo took the phone and handed it over.

The faces of Zhou Qin and others turned gloomy. An Yu paused when he wanted to go out, and then took it back.

Grandpa was always partial to Jian Qing. At this time, she could not give Jian Qing another chance to be attentive, otherwise she would lose even more status in front of her great-grandfather.

Mrs. An's eyes lit up, he hurriedly took the phone and shouted in a warm voice, "Qing girl!"

I don't know what Jian Qing said on the other end of the phone, but the smile on Old Mrs. An's face became more and more cheerful, "Just come, you don't need to bring anything. I have been discharged from the hospital and returned to my old home. You can just come to my old home." ”

He held the phone and grinned broadly.

Jian Qing is coming?

Ning Feng and Ning Feng looked at each other, and then aimed in Mo Xiao's direction in tacit understanding.

Mo Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them. His cold eyes made them look away instantly.

Oh my god, the Lord’s eyes are so dangerous.

Gossip is important, but in front of a small life, it is all just floating clouds.

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Mrs. An's face still remained, "Aqiu, ask the kitchen to prepare more food for lunch, and prepare some small pastries by the way."

"Yes." Qiu Bo responded with a smile.

Mo Xiao glanced at Mr. An suspiciously. In his impression, Mr. An rarely seemed to be so attentive to a junior.

It seems that no one in An Yu's generation has ever received such treatment.

When Zhou Qin and his party heard that Jian Qing was coming later, and heard what Mrs. An told Uncle Qiu, they were unwilling and jealous in their hearts, but they did not dare to say anything more.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak, that's probably it.

…

Over there, after calling Mrs. An, Jian Qing threw down her phone and fell back into bed.

The door opened, and the long legs wrapped in trousers stepped in. The man's deep eyes fell on the ball on the bed, and his thin lips curved in a doting manner.

He walked slowly to the bed, stretched out his strong arm, and dug out a certain little woman lying on the bed.

Jian Qing's long hair was slightly messy, and she looked at the culprit who took her quilt away with anxious eyes.

"What?"

She asked fiercely, and it fell into a certain man's ears, as if a feather was brushing against his heart, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

He leaned down and put his hands on her sides, "You don't want to have breakfast, huh?"

"I don't have the strength." She raised her head, looked into his eyes, and complained.

Quan Jingwu laughed, put his big hand on the top of her hair, and messed up her long hair, "I bought your favorite breakfast, get up quickly."

Jian Qing snorted softly, "Take me to the bathroom."

She held out her hands, waiting for a hug.

A low and deep laugh escaped from the man's red lips. He reached out and picked her up easily, and Jian Qing lay lazily in his arms.

When she got to the bathroom, Jian Qing locked her out of the bathroom.

Just kidding, if he were to come in again, she probably wouldn't have to go out today.

She always washes up very quickly, and she was fine within a short time.

When he came out, the man was still in the room.

"Don't you have to go to the company today?"

"I'll send you to settle down first," he said.

Jian Qing smiled, walked to the closet, and then took out a set of clothes.

The next second, she looked up and saw a playful smile on the man on the sofa.

"Why don't you go out yet?"

Can this person be a little more conscious and voluntarily avoid nirvana?

"My legs are sore and I can't walk." He said with a natural expression.

Jian Qing resisted the urge to spit fire, "..."

Okay, she doesn't care about him.

She went to the bathroom to change.

Picking up her clothes, she walked towards the bathroom.

Quan Jingwu saw through her thoughts and stood up to stop in front of her.

"Are you shy?" He grabbed her and pulled her in front of him.

"You're so shy." Jian Qing raised her foot and stepped on his instep, gritting her teeth.

She wasn't him, wandering around the house shirtless every day.

"Let me go quickly, it will be too late to go out later."

Quan Jingwu said in a low voice, "Do you need my help?"

The low, magnetic sound is inherently captivating, and the slightly rising tail note makes people curl up with their fingertips.

Jane gave him a clear look and refused without thinking, "No."

After saying that, she got out of his arms and ran into the bathroom quickly.

Then, close the door and lock it.

Quan Jingwu looked at the failed embrace and took a rare moment of self-reflection.

Could it be that I was so out of control that I frightened my dear baby?

However, this idea only appeared in his mind for a second before he was swatted away.

Impossible, he is already very controlling.

Therefore, there is only one reason left -

His baby's physical strength still needs to be improved.

Well, yes, that's it.

Fortunately, Jian Qing didn't know what he was thinking at this time, otherwise she would have wanted to strangle him. What does it mean that her physical strength is not good? It is clearly because he himself does not know what restraint is.

She was determined not to take the blame.

After breakfast, the two lingered for a while and finally went out.

However, as soon as he went out, Jingye's happy mood was ruined.

"Miss Jian, these are your flowers, um...please sign for them." The young man who delivered the flowers felt the temperature around him drop, and did not dare to look into the eyes of the man opposite him, as deep as a cold pool.

It was clear that winter hadn't arrived yet, but why did he feel a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Jian Qing looked at the large bouquet of roses in his hand. After a visual inspection, there were about ninety-nine roses.

Feeling that the sour smell of a certain man next to her was almost unbearable, she quickly took his big hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

Quan Jingwu resisted the urge to throw away the young man who was delivering the flowers. His deep voice was filled with a bit of chill, "Who asked you to deliver the flowers?"

The young man holding the roses met his cannibalistic eyes, and his heart collapsed.

He is just an ordinary store clerk, and there is no such thing as intimidating him.

"I don't know about this. A gentleman called our store and ordered flowers. He just asked us to send a bouquet of roses here every day."

Jian Qing's eyes were dim and she did not take the rose.

"You can take it back. You don't have to send it here anymore."

"But..." The clerk who delivered the flowers had a look of embarrassment on his face.

Customers are God. After receiving money from others, they will naturally deliver the flowers.