Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

If you ignored the veins popping out on his forehead, you might think he was in a calm mood.

With a bang, he seemed to hear the sound of the ancient power in his body breaking the seal.

Damn it, damn Kwon Kyung-oh!

He was fooled around by that brat just now. It's fun to see how nervous he is, right?

This bastard.

When he thought that Quan Jingwu had noticed how stupid and nervous he was just now, Mo Xiao collapsed and wanted to hit someone.

Feeling the low pressure on his body, Jian Qing moved to the side.

After a long time, Quan Jingwu came out of the kitchen.

As soon as he walked over, an "unfriendly" gaze fell on him.

He sat down next to Jian Qing, raised his head and met Mo Xiao's burning eyes.

He smiled lightly, his innocent expression making Mo Xiao jump in anger.

"My dear, I asked someone to find some good tea. I will bring it to grandpa this time." Quan Jingwu wiped his hands and then held her hand out of habit.

Jian Qing said, "No need, there is still a lot of tea you brought to grandpa last time."

"It's okay, we haven't been back for so long, we have to bring some gifts for grandpa." Quan Jingwu said meaningfully, glancing at Mo Xiao from the corner of his eye.

Not to be outdone, Mo Xiao glared back at him, but in his heart he was thinking about what gift he should prepare for the old man.

No, you must be well prepared when meeting your father-in-law for the first time.

He stood up and said, "Qing'er, I have to go back beforehand."

"Yeah." Jian Qing vaguely knew what he was going to do, and nodded with a smile.

Before leaving, Mo Xiao snorted heavily at Quan Jingwu.

The days are long, we will see.

The door closed, and Jian Qing looked at the people beside her.

"Master, tell me why you are angry with my dad, okay?"

Without the light bulb, Quan Jingwu hugged her directly.

He raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "I didn't do anything."

Jian Qing snorted, "I don't believe it."

Quan Jingwu raised his hand and pinched her chin gently, smiling evilly, "Is it more important for him or me, huh?"

Jian Qing was speechless.

She slapped his hand away and rolled her eyes at him, "I refuse to answer such childish questions."

"Then let me change the question." Quan Jingwu changed the topic and asked jokingly, "He and I fell into the lake at the same time, do you save me or him?"

She thought he could ask some questions, but upon hearing this eternal and clichéd question, Jian Qing felt a black line drop from her head.

Is there any difference between this question and the one just now?

Just as childish.

Oh, no, it should be a little different.

Well, more childish.

"No one will be saved." She said angrily, and gave the reason by the way, "The water in the lake is too cold, I'm afraid of the cold."

Quan Jingwu laughed out loud and raised his hand to rub her hair.

Jian Qing curled her lips, is it so funny?

…

Gossip and rumors always spread the fastest. I don't know who broke the news. The father-daughter relationship between Jian Qing and An Zhe swept the capital.

What's even more ridiculous are the various versions of speculation about the relationship between An Zhe and Jian Qing's mother. The overwhelming rumors make An's family afraid to go out.

There are paparazzi reporters at the door of An's old house, and you're bound to be surrounded as soon as you go out.

"Tell me, what kind of evil is this? Now I can't even get out." Zhou Qin kept walking around the living room, complaining with an unhappy look on his face.

"It's all about that dead girl Jian Qing. Obviously everyone's life was peaceful before she appeared."

"That's enough, can you say less?" An Zhonghui shouted.

Zhou Qin frowned and gradually fell silent.

An Zhonghui looked around, but did not find An Chong. He looked at Zhao Xuan and asked, "Where is A Chong?"

"I don't know either. He hasn't come back in the past two days." Zhao Xuan said in a calm voice.

Hearing this, An Zhonghui lowered his face and said, "Call him and ask him to come back."

Zhao Xuan, "I understand."

"Don't go out for the next two days until the storm subsides." An Zhonghui said.

An Yu and Yang Xiang looked at each other, no matter how reluctant they were, they could only agree.

"knew."

An Zhonghui sighed, got up and went upstairs.

Instead of going back to his room, he went to Mrs. An's study.

"dad!"

An Zhonghui walked in, saw Mr. An who was reading, and shouted softly.

Old Mrs. An seemed not to hear, and kept his eyes on the book.

An Zhonghui was frustrated and sat down opposite him.

"Dad, you haven't gone down to eat together for several days."

Ever since the day Mo Xiao left the old house, Mrs. An has been staying upstairs, not even stepping down.

After a long time, Mrs. An put down the book and looked up at him.

"You still know I'm your dad?"

"Dad, you..." An Zhonghui choked, not knowing what to say.

In desperation, he could only change the topic.

"Dad, the relationship between Azhe and Jian Qing has been spread outside."

"I know." Old Mrs. An said.

"Dad, since you know, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. An cut off his words with a cold face.

"Only Qing Yatou and Azhe can solve this matter. None of you are allowed to interfere randomly. If I find out, don't blame me for driving you out of here."

An Zhonghui said, "Dad, but Azhe doesn't see us now either."

Old Mrs. An said, "Who told you to treat Qing girl like this? If you treat her better, Azhe will not treat you like this."

"Dad, I never thought about targeting that girl Jian Qing. It's just that girl's temperament is too strong and too stubborn."

"Okay, you should reflect on yourselves first."

An Zhonghui listened quietly to Mrs. An's lecture and did not dare to refute.

…

At night, the lights flicker.

Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan came uninvited and got a slap in the face from Quan Jingwu.

On the dining table, there is a steaming hot pot and the soup is boiling.

Han Yue was sweating profusely and took off his coat, leaving only a thin shirt.

He accidentally saw Jian Qing across from him eating without changing his expression, and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eye.

This guy is definitely not human.

"Han Yue, I have something to ask you." Jian Qing took a sip of juice and said slowly.

Han Yue stopped his chopsticks and looked at her in horror.

"Hey, you old man still needs my help with something, it's rare."

Quan Jingwu couldn't stand his weird voice, so he took the chopsticks on the table and threw them at him.

Han Yue intuitively felt murderous intent, and raised his hand to clamp the chopsticks that almost grazed the side of his face.

He threw down his chopsticks, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth.

"Kinggo, there's something I've always wanted to tell you. It's true that I spent all my luck meeting you in my lifetime."

Hearing this, Jian Qingcai almost spit out the juice in her mouth.

What kind of game is this?

Want to confess?

Quan Jingwu glanced at him and said, "Speak humanly."

Han Yue coughed lightly, "Since I met you, I have never been unlucky."

If he hadn't been very skilled, he would have killed him every minute.

Isn't it bad luck to meet such a harmful friend?