Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"It's weird, what's wrong with this?"

Bai Jue muttered something, and drove away without thinking much.

…

On New Year's Eve, every household is busy with reunions.

The hospital was very deserted.

The bathroom door opened with a swish, and the man's slender legs stepped out.

A black casual suit makes the man's body more slender and straight, and his half-dry ink-colored hair is slightly messy, but it also reveals a bit of charming laziness.

He raised his eyes and locked his gaze on the woman on the hospital bed.

At that moment, the woman happened to look over.

Their eyes met, and there was a warmth in the air.

"Xiao Jing, come here quickly."

Jian Qing held the tablet with one hand and waved towards Quan Jingwu with the other.

"Don't move."

Quan Jingwu strode over, held her hand, and whispered.

He looked down and found that she was video chatting with Rui and a group of people.

He reached for the tablet and said in a calm voice, "My dear, it's time to rest. Let's talk tomorrow."

"Keigo, you brat..."

Rui's voice stopped suddenly, and he hung up the video.

"Xiao Jing, mom hasn't finished speaking yet." Jian Qing looked up at him and said helplessly.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

He put down the tablet, sat next to her, and put his arm around her.

"Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

Jian Qing shook her head lightly, "I'm really fine."

After she woke up, he asked her hundreds of times.

She held his hand and smiled, "The baby is fine too."

Quan Jingwu's eyes moved down and landed on the flat abdomen. There was a smile in his eyes, which was brighter than the stars in the sky.

His thin lips opened slightly and his voice was very soft.

"My little cotton-padded jacket!"

Jian Qing was silently embarrassed.

How could he be so sure that he was the little cotton-padded jacket and dislike the little prince so much?

"What if it wasn't Xiao Mian Jiao, and you wouldn't like him?"

A low, deep laugh overflowed from his lips, and his usually stern brows were full of tenderness, "As long as they are born to you, I like them all."

Jian Qing raised the corners of her lips, and her delicate brows and eyes were filled with smiles.

"Xiao Jing, let's give the baby a nickname first, okay?"

He hummed and looked down at her, his deep eyes filled with her shadow.

"I've thought about it."

"What?" Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, thinking she heard wrongly.

Think about it, when did he think about it.

He held her hand and rested his chin on her shoulder, "I started thinking about it after we got the certificate."

"..."

So positive?

Before she could recover, the man's deep voice sounded in her ears again.

"Call it Twinkle."

Jian Qing looked at him and asked curiously, "Why did you choose this nickname?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Want to know?"

"Um."

Twinkle.

Is there any other meaning in it?

"Call me husband." Master Jing's routine came online again.

I've shouted so many times, shyness has gone to hell long ago.

Jian Qing was very happy and shouted softly, "Husband!"

The soft voice filled Master Jing's whole body with an aura of joy.

He gently pinched her chin and smiled so tenderly.

"Because, Twinkle is adorable."

His little cotton-padded jacket must be the cutest and most adorable.

Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, and her IQ gradually came online.

The corners of her lips curled up, and she smiled and fell into his arms.

Twinkle is lovable and sounds cute.

How could he, the Iceberg Overlord, come up with this nickname?

No, why does this nickname sound more suitable for a little cotton-padded jacket?

"Is it funny?" He frowned coldly and carefully protected her with his strong arms.

She reluctantly stopped her smile and said, "Don't tell me that your son also has this nickname?"

Quan Jingwu shook his head decisively and said in a doting tone, "I prepared this for the little cotton-padded jacket."

Sure enough, it’s still a little cotton-padded jacket.

Jian Qing was speechless.

She patted his shoulder dumbfounded, "You said it hurts, but what's your son's nickname?"

She could imagine how disgusted he would be if she gave birth to a baby boy.

"Son's nickname?" He frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Only a little cotton-padded jacket needs a nickname, but a son should have a nickname.

Jian Qing saw through his thoughts, raised her fingertips and poked his chest, and said in a cool voice, "You must also think carefully about your son's nickname. If you dislike your son, I will take him back to live in M ​​country. Then you can It’s fine to live alone in the capital.”

He grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with resentment, "My son is more important than me?"

On the issue of his wife's inner status, Mr. Jing resolutely refused to give in.

"Then you're just a little cotton-padded jacket." She retorted.

"You are the most important in my heart." He said without hesitation.

"What about the little cotton-padded jacket?"

"You are ranked first, little cotton-padded jacket is second." He looked down at her and said seriously.

Jian Qing was amused by him, "Okay, I barely believe you."

"What about me, who is more important, me or my son?" He returned to the previous question again, insisting on an answer.

Jian Qing's red lips raised slightly, "Then I have to think about it carefully."

"Why?" he asked urgently.

Isn't he as important as his son?

How can that work.

Jian Qing coughed lightly and said calmly, "You said you are a little cotton-padded jacket at a time. If a son is born and you don't love him, the son will be very pitiful. Then of course I will like him more." ”

"No." Quan Jingwu pursed his thin lips tightly, holding her hand firmly with his big hand, and said tastefully, "I like my son, you are not allowed to like him more than me."

Jian Qing held back her laughter and looked at him with careful eyes, "Do you like your son?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Then what will you do to your son? Tell me." She leaned in his arms, played with his big hands, and asked with interest.

He was silent for a moment, thinking very seriously.

Jian Qing looked up at him, and what caught her eye was his angular jawline. There was warmth in her eyes, quietly waiting for his answer.

Just when her neck felt sour, the man's magnetic and mellow voice sounded from above.

"I spoil my son like a little bully."

Before she finished speaking, the smile on Jian Qing's face froze.

Little bully?

She couldn't help but laugh.

It's quite interesting to have a big bully and a little bully, but with two bullies in the house, are you sure they won't blow off the roof?

"Are you satisfied?" He lightly scratched the tip of her nose, and the corners of his bright red lips slowly raised.

Jian Qing nodded, "I heard what you said, and the baby heard it too. Don't be shy when the time comes."

"So, who is more important now, me or my son?" He held on to this question and asked again.

"You come first, and my son comes second." Jian Qing raised her head and nuzzled his chin, smiling so hard that her eyebrows arched, "Are you satisfied with this answer? My Mr. Quan."

Quan Jingwu's brows relaxed, their foreheads touched, he raised his lips and smiled lightly, "I am very satisfied, my Mrs. Quan!"