Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Come on, let's go buy some for our son." Jian Qing pulled him and quickly left the baby clothes section for baby girls, lest he continue to be paranoid about the little cotton-padded jacket.

When helping the baby boy choose clothes, Quan Jingwu was obviously not interested. He glanced over, picked up a few items and put them in the shopping cart.

Jian Qing was speechless after seeing that careless look.

She crossed her arms across her chest, looked at him calmly, and said, "Xiao Jing, I think I'd better take my son back to live in M ​​country, lest you don't love your son and make him sad."

Hearing this, Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrows, glanced over with his purple eyes, wrapped his big hands around her soft waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Who said I don't love my son, huh?"

A low voice, slightly hoarse.

The customers coming and going in the store kept secretly peeking at the two people. Seeing this scene, some people reflexively let out a soft sigh.

hiss.

In a corner not far away, Song Xirou watched the two of them embracing each other intimately, the bag in her hand almost deforming due to her pinching it.

She bit her lip tightly, the faint smell of blood spreading in her mouth.

Keigo, why do you only have her in your eyes? Why?

"You were so serious about choosing clothes for your little cotton-padded jacket just now, but now you are so perfunctory when choosing clothes for your son." Jian Qing complained.

A typical daughter is a treasure and a son is a piece of grass.

"Have I?" Quan Jingwu didn't admit it, with a hint of smile in his voice.

Jian Qing pinched his chin and said, "Of course."

Quan Jingwu: "Then how many more items should I carefully choose?"

Jian Qing chuckled, "That's pretty much it."

After picking out clothes and leaving their address, the two left.

Song Xirou watched the two people walk out and followed them quickly.

"Xiao Jing, can you go and buy me a hot drink?" Jian Qing became greedy when she saw the cold drink in the passerby's hand, and she pestered the people around her and refused to leave.

"I promise I'll just take a few sips." She promised softly before he refused.

Quan Jingwu lowered his head and looked into her bright eyes, and was instantly defeated: "Then wait for me here while I go buy it. Don't wander around."

"Um."

Seeing Quan Jingwu walk into the store, Jian Qing looked away, her eyes suddenly turned cold: "Follow us, is it fun?"

The cold voice was a bit mocking.

As footsteps approached from behind, Jian Qing turned around, raised her eyes and saw the person coming, with a sarcastic curve on her lips.

"Song Xirou, long time no see. When did you become a paparazzi, huh?"

"Jian Qing, you should be very proud of your pregnancy, right?" Song Xirou straightened her body, not wanting to lose her momentum in front of Jian Qing.

Jian Qing put her hands in her pockets and smiled contemptuously: "I'm sorry, I've always been very proud of myself. Do you have any opinions?"

"You..." Song Xirou looked at her with contempt on her face, anger welling up in her chest, and it took a lot of effort to suppress it.

"Jian Qing, God will not always be on your side. Things that don't belong to you will be taken back by God sooner or later."

"Ho!"

A sneer, with a biting chill.

Jian Qing glanced at her with disdain and contempt.

"Song Xirou, I don't care whether God will be on my side, but one thing I can guarantee is that God will not be on your side. After all, you are so ugly, God probably won't I look after you blindly.”

"Jian Qing!" Song Xirou's face turned red with anger and she pointed at her. She couldn't hold back a complete sentence for a long time.

Jian Qing took out her ears and looked at her coldly: "Song Xirou, just because I can't move you doesn't mean I can't move you. You'd better remember this. If I want to crush you, it will take a minute." If you really anger me, I will personally create a nineteen-level hell for you, do you understand?"

When she met her dark eyes, the coldness in them made her breath suffocate, as if someone was strangling her neck.

"If you dare to follow us again, I will let you lie down and go back in the ambulance." Jian said in a cold voice: "Get out."

She is arrogant and arrogant, but people can't do anything about her.

Song Xirou glared at her, stamped her foot, and left unwillingly.

After a while, Quan Jingwu came back after buying hot drinks.

When Jian Qing looked at the thing in his hand, her obsidian eyes flashed brightly, "Marshmallow!"

"Do you want it?" Quan Jingwu took advantage of his height advantage and raised his hand to prevent her from getting it.

Jian Qing took his hand and forced it: "Yes."

"You know." Quan Jingwu lowered his head and leaned his face in front of her.

Jian Qing looked at the handsome face close at hand, hugged his neck, and kissed him politely, "Is this okay?"

"Just give it a try."

Quan Jingwu watched her raise her toes to grab it. He was afraid that she would get hurt later, so he stopped teasing her and gave the marshmallow to her.

Jian Qing got the marshmallow and smiled with crooked eyebrows.

He tore off a mouthful of marshmallow with his rounded fingertips and stuffed it into his mouth. A faint sweetness spread on his tongue.

"Xiao Jing, try it." She tore off a mouthful and put it to his mouth.

Quan Jingwu's eyes dimmed, he opened his mouth to eat the marshmallow she fed, and bit her finger as well.

"Quickly let go of my fingers."

"Someone is watching."

The passers-by who passed by stopped and looked at the two people, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the two people.

Since the two of them got together, they have become hotly searched for their physiques. It can be said that no one in the entire capital does not recognize them.

When he appears in public, he is no less popular than those A-list celebrities.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Qianshizhai for dinner." Quan Jingwu held her hand, and Jian Qing didn't have the habit of being watched, so she walked away quickly.

Before the two of them arrived at Qianshizhai, the photos captured by passers-by had already spread all over the place.

In the box, a wailing sound sounded.

The hearty voice was slightly resentful.

"Kinggo is too unkind. If you know he is happy, you don't need to show affection every day. Don't you know how to take pity on us singles?"

Han Yue held his mobile phone and almost choked himself with a sip of red wine.

"Why are you howling again?" Quan Mingxuan sat opposite him, looking at the report sent by the manager, without raising his head.

"See for yourself." Han Yue threw the phone to him, picked up the red wine and took a sip.

Quan Mingxuan caught the phone and looked at it. On the screen were photos of Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu eating cotton. He chuckled.

No wonder she didn't take him to play with her. It turned out that the two of them were on a date.

It's so unfaithful.

Quan Mingxuan looked at the phone, turned his eyes, opened the picture of Han Yue's mother calmly, and quickly typed a message with his fingertips.