Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Miss Song, you should call me Mrs. Quan." Mrs. Quan said coolly, "What do you want to do here today?"

Song Xirou's face changed slightly, and she said coquettishly, "Mrs. Quan, I know that what happened last time was my fault, and I have already realized my mistake. Can you please intercede with Jing Wu and ask him to let our Song Group go? "

"Miss Song, I think you asked the wrong person for this matter. How can we get involved in what Jing Wu wants to do? If you have nothing to do, you should leave." Quan Mingxuan took a step forward and glanced at her lightly. With one glance, he spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

The third son of his family avenges his wife, who dares to bump into her without the sense of humor.

Seeing that Mrs. Quan was silent and had no intention of speaking out for her, Song Xirou's heart sank, "Mrs. Quan, do you still remember the promise you made to me?"

Sure enough, she still came here for this matter.

Quan Mingxuan raised the corners of his lips, and a flash of sarcasm flashed between his eyebrows.

"Of course I remember it. If you have any conditions, just mention them." Mrs. Quan probably had a prediction in her heart of what she was going to say next.

Song Xirou saw the sarcastic smile on Quan Mingxuan's lips, feeling a little annoyed and unwilling. She became determined and made a condition, "Let our Song family go once, and don't target our Song Group again."

"Okay, we promise you." Quan Mingxuan agreed to her.

"But from now on, our Quan family doesn't owe you any more, and you don't have to come to our place anymore," he reminded.

Song Xirou bit her lip tightly and nodded, "I know."

"You can leave. I will talk to Jing Wu about the Song Group." Quan Mingxuan issued an ejection order.

Song Xirou glanced at Mrs. Quan, who turned her head. Even if she was unwilling, she could only leave.

Seeing her back disappear from sight, Mrs. Quan finally said, "Axuan, will it embarrass Jingwu if you agree to her like this?"

Quan Mingxuan smiled mysteriously, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, and said confidently, "Grandma, you can rest assured. Do you really think why Jian Qing hasn't dealt with Song Xirou for so long? She did it for your sake." By leaving her alone, she is forcing Song Xirou to use the promise you promised her, so that if Song Xirou does anything in the future, Jian Qing will be able to deal with her without any scruples. "

He was not stupid. As soon as Song Xirou made that promise, he understood why Jian Qing didn't attack her this time.

She is worthy of being the wife of the third child, a fox who has become a spirit.

After hearing his explanation, Mrs. Quan felt relieved.

"Quan Mingxuan, why are you still here? Why don't you hurry up and write your review." Quan Che's sinister voice sounded from behind, and Quan Mingxuan was about to cry.

It's all his fault that guy Han Yue got him drunk, otherwise how could he accidentally break his father's antique vase last night.

Han Yue is the source of evil!

In the evening, when Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu returned to the old house, they learned from Quan Mingxuan that Song Xirou had come to the old house today.

Jian Qing had expected that Song Xirou would use this promise to save the Song Group, but she didn't expect that she would make a decision so quickly.

"Third sister-in-law, do you really want to agree to Song Xirou's conditions?" Quan Yifei asked curiously.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and nodded lightly.

"But what if Song Xirou doesn't repent in the future?" If the Song family is fine, Song Xirou will still have someone to rely on, and maybe she will continue to be obsessed with her in the future.

"Don't worry, if she doesn't repent, I can send her to the tropical rain forest and let her slowly repent there." Jian Qing pulled her lips and smiled.

Quan Yifei laughed and gave her a thumbs up.

My third sister-in-law is a beautiful woman with extraordinary skills.

"Jingwu, are you going to the Chu family's wedding tomorrow?" Quan Mingxuan was immersed in writing his review. Suddenly he remembered the Chu family's wedding tomorrow and looked up at Quan Jingwu and Quan Mingwu.

Quan Jingwu looked down at the person next to him, his thin lips pursed in a sexy arc, Jian Qing looked up at him, and the two of them smiled at each other.

"go."

The two of them spoke in tacit agreement, and the air was filled with pink bubbles.

Quan Mingxuan looked at the two of them speechlessly, raised his hand to cover his mouth, his teeth were sore.

…

After taking a bath, Jian Qing couldn't wait to get into bed to keep warm. Even though the heater was on in the room, she still liked to lie in bed.

After a while, the door opened. The man's deep purple eyes were locked on the person reading on the bed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He closed the door and walked over. When he heard footsteps, Jian Qing raised her head and looked at him, her eyebrows arching unconsciously.

"Have all the documents been processed?"

As the year approaches, his workload has increased a lot.

"Um."

Quan Jingwu opened the quilt, got into the bed, stretched out his strong arms, and took her into his arms.

"looking at what?"

She shook the comic in her hand and said, "The book given by Yifei."

Quan Jingwu glanced at it, pinched the comic book with his fingertips, and flicked it to the side.

"Hey, you've thrown all the books away." Jian Qing protested, looking at the comic book that fell on the carpet.

Quan Jingwu's eyes became deep and he stretched out his hand to pull her in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

Jian Qing looked up at him with doubts in her eyes.

Quan Jingwu's eyes moved down and touched his flat abdomen, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Why hasn't our little bun arrived yet?"

"..."

Jian Qing's mouth trembled.

How would she know when the little bun would come? This was beyond her control.

"Is it because I haven't worked hard enough?" He asked himself.

Jian Qing almost spat blood on his face.

Not working hard enough?

Just teasing her.

She hit his shoulder and said angrily, "Get up quickly, I'm sleepy."

Quan Jingwu held her hand and said, "Good boy, let's keep up the good work tonight."

The man's deep voice had a charming hoarseness, as if it had been brewing for thousands of years.

After Jian Qing heard this, she immediately wanted to run away.

"Xiao Jing, you can't rush things like little buns."

Quan Jingwu hummed and opened his thin lips slightly, "I'm not in a hurry, so we can work hard slowly."

The night is still very long, and Mr. Jing is very determined to want the little buns.

…

On the wedding day, all the famous families in the capital came, and luxury cars stopped one after another in front of the hotel.

In the lounge, Chu Ruohan sat on the sofa with a dull expression. The makeup artist and servants beside her stood tremblingly, not daring to approach her.

Come on later, the show is about to take place...