Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

He sneered and deliberately ruffled her long, slightly curly hair with his big hands, "You didn't tell me that you don't like red beans. How could I have any intentions, huh?"

The woman grabbed his collar with both hands and said frantically, "I don't have any cake to eat, so you have to pay for it."

He held her hand and held her in his arms, his handsome face showing a bit of iron-blooded tenderness that was unique to her, "Weiwei, why don't you like eating red beans?"

"There are so many reasons. I just think the taste of red beans is weird." She complained helplessly in a clear voice.

"Azhe!"

Mrs. An shouted with a slightly higher voice.

Mo Xiao realized that he had just been distracted, clenched his fingers tightly, glanced at Jian Qing, and then looked away.

"Grandpa, I'm going back to my room first."

After saying that, without waiting for Mr. An to speak, he stood up and walked out.

Qiu Bo received the look from Mrs. An and followed him out knowingly.

Jian Qing didn't feel much about his departure. She picked up a piece of pastry and ate it quietly.

Qiu Bo chased him out, but found that Mo Xiao had already gone up to the fourth floor.

He followed him upstairs and called out to Mo Xiao before he closed the door.

"Uncle, wait a moment."

Mo Xiao paused in closing the door and looked up at him.

Qiu Bo, "Uncle, can I talk to you."

After a moment of silence, Mo Xiao walked out.

Qiu Bo took a breath and followed him.

"The little girl also lives on this floor?" Mo Xiao was the first to speak, his eyes falling on the room not far next to him.

Qiu Bo didn't expect that he would suddenly ask about this matter, and he couldn't recover for a moment, "Uncle, do you mean Miss Qing?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Miss Qing's stay is arranged by the master," Qiu Bo said.

Mo Xiao paused and turned to look at him, "There is a feud between her and A Chong?"

He has been abroad all year round these years, and he doesn't know much about things at home at all.

Just now in the study, he mentioned A Chong, and the little girl seemed very unhappy.

"Uh, um..." Qiu Bo was a little embarrassed to answer.

Don't talk about being at odds with me, Miss Qing probably hates the second master very much.

"Okay, I have something to deal with. You should go back to grandpa first." Mo Xiao saw his dilemma and didn't intend to ask any more questions.

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to the room.

Qiu Bo looked at the closed door, sighed, and then went downstairs.

Jian Qing didn't see Mo Xiao again for the rest of the morning, and it wasn't until lunch that the two of them bumped into each other.

In the dining room, Mrs. An naturally sat in the first place, with Mo Xiao and Jian Qing sitting on his left and right sides. This treatment made An Yu and others red-eyed.

Even An Yu, the eldest grandson, didn't have the privilege of sitting at the old master's side, so Mo Xiao didn't care. How could she, Jian Qingyi, have the qualifications to be an outsider?

However, due to the presence of Mr. An, no one from An Yu or the others dared to speak out, no matter how dissatisfied they were.

"What are the people in the kitchen doing? Azhe can't eat carrots, why are there carrots in this soup?" Zhou Qin looked at the soup in the bowl and scolded angrily.

Seeing this, Qiu Bo quickly said, "The cooks who are cooking today must have just arrived and don't understand some of the rules. I will remind them later."

"Okay, it's just a pot of soup, there's no need to make a fuss about it." Old Mrs. An said, "Azhe can't drink it, as long as others can drink it."

Hearing this, Zhou Qin sat down.

The servant on the side quickly stepped forward and took away the soup in front of Anzhe, then replaced it with a new bowl and placed it in front of him.

When Mrs. An moved his chopsticks, others followed suit.

Only Jian Qing never moved his chopsticks.

"Girl Qing, why don't you eat it? Is the food not to your taste?" Mrs. An paused with her chopsticks and looked at her with concern.

"I'm not hungry." Jane said quietly.

She ate a lot of pastries in the study and was really not very hungry.

"If you're not hungry, drink some soup to fill your stomach." Old Mrs. An said.

She looked down at the soup in the bowl and said slowly, "No, I'm allergic to carrots."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone looked at her with a strange look in their eyes.

Qiu Bo's pupils narrowed slightly and he looked at Mo Xiao subconsciously.

Miss Qing is also allergic to carrots?

Could it be that you inherited it from your uncle?

An Zhe is allergic to carrots, which is no secret in the An family, so he showed an expression of disbelief when he heard Jian Qing's words.

"Ha!" Yang Xiang laughed sarcastically, and said in a sinister manner, "Hearing that my uncle can't eat carrots, he then said that he was allergic to carrots. He is really thick-skinned."

As soon as her words came out, the temperature in the dining room dropped.

Mr. An put down his chopsticks, with a bit of anger on his face. Just as he was about to teach Yang Xiang a lesson, a voice beat him to it.

"Yang Xiang, get out."

There was no warmth in the cold voice, and he slapped Yang Xiang hard.

A slap in the face, very loud.

Yang Xiang's sarcastic smile froze, and the chopsticks in his hand slipped and fell on the table.

"Uncle, you--"

This was the second time Mo Xiao spoke for Jian Qing, and everyone looked more and more shocked.

Seeing that this was not good, An Rong looked at Mo Xiao with a flattering smile, "Brother, Xiang'er didn't do it on purpose, so don't argue with her."

"Don't make me repeat it a third time, get out." Mo Xiao put down his chopsticks and shot Yang Xiang with cold eyes like a sword.

Facing the cold look in his eyes, Yang Xiang's heart trembled and she almost cried.

"Brother, you..." An Rong couldn't bear her daughter's injustice and wanted to plead for her, but was frightened back by Mo Xiao's words.

"You want to go out too, huh?"

An Rong's expression changed and she fell silent.

Yang Xiang's eyes were red, he glared at Jian Qing fiercely, and said in a harsh tone, "It's all your fault, now you are satisfied."

She dropped her chopsticks and ran out.

Following An Zhe's order, no one dared to stop Yang Xiang. Even Zhou Qin just watched quietly and did not dare to intervene.

The cell phone rang, breaking the silence.

Jian Qing picked up the phone, saw the note, and slightly curled her red lips.

Then, she looked at Mrs. An, stood up and said, "You are welcome, I will answer the phone."

She glanced at Mo Xiao, turned around and walked out of the dining room without saying anything.

Mo Xiao looked at her back, her handsome face looked unpredictable, but she was no longer in the mood to eat.

Jian Qing walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and answered the phone.

"Well, I've eaten."

On the other end of the phone, Quan Jingwu glanced at Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan, who were drinking opposite each other, and raised a faint smile on his thin lips.

"I'll pick you up later."

A smile appeared in Jian Qing's eyes, "Okay, don't drink too much with Han Yue and the others."

When she noticed the footsteps behind her, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Xiao Jing, I'm going to the bathroom and I'll call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Qing put the phone back into her pocket and turned to look at the person.

"Haha, a woman who lies without any drafts and is full of lies." Yang Xiang's eyes were slightly red. She must have cried just now. She said in a bitter tone.