Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Bo's voice sounded.

"Miss Qing!"

Qiu Bo looked at the people in the living room with surprised eyes and quickly came down the stairs.

Great, Miss Qing is here, the master will definitely be very happy.

"Jian Qing, what do you want to do with Grandpa? Do you want to make a snitch?" Yang Xiang couldn't hold back his anger.

Jian Qing gave her a cold look and said in a cold voice, "Do you want to be beaten?"

The violent words struck Yang Xiang with a wave of hostility.

Yang Xiang choked, and his cheek seemed to hurt a little.

"Miss Qing, the master is in the study, do you want to go up?" Qiu Bo said.

Jian Qing nodded lightly and went up with Quan Jingwu.

Watching the two people's backs disappear around the corner of the stairs, An Yu's eyes were full of jealousy and she bit her lip reluctantly.

"This Jian Qing must have done nothing good." Yang Xiang couldn't help but say.

"Stop talking." An Zhonghui gave her a stern look and warned coldly.

Yang Xiang shrank his neck and remained silent.

upstairs

The door to the study room was open, and as soon as Jian Qing stepped in, she saw the old man's slightly hunched back, with a touch of loneliness lingering around him.

"Master, look who's here."

Qiu Bo walked over quickly and said softly.

Mrs. An looked up and saw the mysterious smile on his face, with a bit of confusion on his face.

"Is there anyone else coming so late?"

"Master, you might as well take a look for yourself." Qiu Bo pointed behind him and said.

Mr. An was confused. He turned around and looked in the direction he pointed. The woman's delicate face came into view.

After being stunned for a moment, joy burst out on his face.

"Girl Qing, you, why are you here?"

Because of his happiness, the wrinkles on the old man's face were twisted into a chrysanthemum shape.

Jian Qing's eyes were light and she walked over slowly.

She looked down at the sitting old man, the coldness in her eyes faded, and she said warmly, "We bought cakes, do you want to eat some together?"

Does this mean you are inviting him?

Mrs. An looked at her in disbelief, with an excited voice, "I, can I go?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

Mrs. An's eyes were sore, and the haze that had accumulated in his heart for several days instantly dissipated.

He stood up suddenly, his rickety body swaying slightly.

Jian Qing stretched out her hand to help him and said softly, "Slow down."

Mrs. An's heart felt warm, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"let's go."

"It's cold, put on a coat before leaving." Jian Qingshi calmly retracted his hand and said.

Mrs. An nodded with a smile on his face. Just when he was about to ask Uncle Qiu to get his clothes, he turned around but saw Uncle Qiu's figure nowhere to be seen.

Just when he was about to call someone, Qiu Bo had already turned back, holding a coat in his hand.

"Sir, your coat."

He helped Mr. An put on his coat. Against the background of the big coat, Mr. An's body looked even weaker.

At this moment, Jian Qing looked at the old man's gray hair, and felt a touch of sadness in her heart.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairwell, which instantly attracted the attention of An Zhonghui and others.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Mrs. An dressed neatly and looking like he was about to go out.

"Dad, it's so late, are you going out?" An Zhonghui asked.

Mrs. An glanced at them with a serious look on his face, "Yeah."

"Jian Qing, my great-grandpa is not in good health. It's so cold outside this night. If my great-grandpa catches a cold, can you take the responsibility?" Yang Xiang said strangely.

Zhou Qin glared at Jian Qing with an unhappy face, and then looked at Mrs. An with a smile on her face, "That's right, Dad, you better not go out this late at night. If something bad happens, that won't be good." ”

Mrs. An looked at Jian Qing nervously and felt relieved when she saw that she didn't care.

Then, he turned to look at Zhou Qin and others, and said in a calm voice, "Do I still need your permission before I go out?"

"No, dad, that's not what we meant." Zhou Qin eagerly wanted to explain.

An Zhonghui, "Dad, we just care about you. We don't trust you to go out so late."

Old Mrs. An hummed, "Have you also forgotten what day it is today?"

An Zhonghui choked, "Dad, you..."

How could he forget that today is Azhe's birthday, but in this situation, even Azhe would not want to see them, let alone have a meal with him.

Mrs. An looked away and said warmly, "Girl Qing, let's go."

Jian Qing nodded lightly and helped him out.

The group of people came and went in a hurry, making Zhou Qin and others feel angry.

"Mom, what day is today?" Yang Lin still remembered what Mrs. An just said and asked in confusion.

"Your uncle's birthday is today." An Rong said with an ugly face.

Jian Qing came to pick up Mrs. An, obviously deliberately to embarrass the An family. She was just relying on her eldest brother to pamper her. What's the big deal?

Hearing this, everyone had different expressions.

Zhou Qin, in particular, looked livid and stared at the door.

Jian Qing, this damn girl, is really just like her vixen mother, who was born to be in conflict with her.

It was her son's birthday, but she didn't even get a chance to see him. Thinking of this, Zhou Qin became even more angry.

She looked at An Zhonghui reproachfully and complained dissatisfiedly, "Zhonghui, why didn't you say anything just now?"

An Zhonghui snorted and glanced at her sideways, "Do you still want to follow? Or do you think Azhe doesn't resent you enough?"

Being humiliated in front of so many juniors, Zhou Qin showed a look of grievance on her face and hesitated to speak, "I..."

He waved his hand impatiently, "Stop complaining. If you really want to win back Azhe's heart, be more polite to Jian Qing in the future and stop being so mean."

"You, you say I'm mean?" Zhou Qin raised her finger and pointed at her nose, looking at him in disbelief.

"Why don't you see how that dead girl Jian Qing treats me? After all, I am also her elder. Why don't you say something about her arrogance?"

An Zhonghui looked a little impatient when he heard her sharp voice. He didn't intend to continue arguing with her, so he got up and went upstairs.

Seeing this, Zhou Qin blushed angrily and slapped the sofa angrily.

Her son doesn't want her, and now even her husband isn't on her side.

It's all the fault of that dead girl Jian Qing.

Zhao Xuan looked at Zhou Qin's extremely angry look, and a flash of sarcasm flashed deep in his eyes.

…

"Why hasn't Qing'er come back yet? Are you in some kind of trouble?" Mo Xiao looked at the time and clasped his hands together uneasily.

Jian Luo knew the inside story of Jian Qing's outing, so he was quite calm.

"Don't worry, you should be back soon."

As he finished speaking, there was movement at the door.

Mo Xiao raised his head and looked over. The door opened and Jian Qing walked in.