Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing nodded, and Jian Luo took the bouquet and helped replace the withered roses in the vase.

"Bai Jue, how are you?" Jian Qing walked to the bed and looked down at the man's charming sleeping face.

Bai Jue withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, "Same as before."

Hearing this, Jian Qing's eyes dimmed.

"How are things going with the Song Group?" Bai Jue asked, changing the subject.

Jian Qing said, "It went very smoothly."

"Did Song Xirou tell the truth?" Bai Jue asked.

She shook her head, and Bai Jue was not surprised. After all, some people might not turn back even if they hit the wall. Obviously, Song Xirou fell into that category of people.

"What are you going to do?"

Jian Qing stretched out her hand to hold Quan Jingwu's hand, with deep eyes, "If she doesn't say anything, it will only make her more unlucky."

Bai Jue raised his eyebrows slightly, agreeing with her words.

Maybe after the bad luck has passed and your mind is clearer, you will know what to do and what not to do.

"Sister, grandpa and dad's flight is here tonight." Jian Luo said while arranging flowers.

Jian Qing hummed and wiped the scabbed wounds on Quan Jingwu's hands with the ointment.

Bai Jue glanced at her, gave Jian Luo a wink, and the two walked out quietly.

Snowball was lying on the carpet, his dark and bright eyes looking at the roses in the vase, feeling rare and quiet.

The beauty is not happy, and it is not happy either.

…

The news that the Song Group was acquired spread throughout the capital. With this news, the Song Group became a hot search topic several times.

The injury from the car accident has not healed yet, and now she fell again in the conference room. Song Xirou has been recovering at home for the past two days. However, even during the recovery period, she cannot rest peacefully. She is busy contacting groups that want to divest their investment every day.

In the luxurious room, Song Xirou sat in front of the dressing table, holding an eyebrow pencil in her hand and tracing her eyebrows with familiar movements.

After applying ointment for several days, the redness and swelling on her face finally disappeared. After applying foundation, the tiny wound on her forehead was almost invisible.

Suddenly, the mobile phone placed on the dressing table vibrated.

She reached out and picked it up, a flash of light flashed in her eyes.

She put down her eyebrow pencil and quickly pressed answer.

"Chairman Qiao, I finally waited for your call. Are you free now? I'll go over to visit you." She softened her voice and was charming.

"Okay, send me your address and I'll be there in an hour."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Song Xirou's face instantly faded, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes.

She thought that the noble eldest daughter of the Song family had never begged others in such a low voice. It was all the fault of that bitch Jian Qing.

She would never let her take away the Song Group, absolutely.

After putting on makeup and a neat and smart professional outfit, she took her bag and documents and went out.

"Xirou!"

A man's deep voice came from the side, and Song Xirou paused in opening the car door.

She turned around and saw that it was An Yu.

"Xirou, where are you going?" An Yu walked over quickly, looking at Song Xirou with his eyes, looking at her gorgeous face, a dark color flashed deep in his eyes.

Song Xirou looked at An Yu and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

He kept saying that he liked her, but when the Song Group was in trouble, he didn't help her. It was so cheap to take her so seriously.

"I'm going to meet a client. Do you want anything?"

Her lukewarm attitude made An Yu a little worried, "Xirou, I went abroad on a business trip a while ago and just came back yesterday. I was shocked to hear what happened to your Song family. The injuries on your body Ok?"

"Young Master Bu Laoan is concerned. If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Song Xirou held the document and said coldly.

An Yu reached out and grabbed her arm, "Xirou, listen to my explanation. I really just found out about your car accident. Don't worry, I will definitely help you. Even if you have nothing, I will marry you." of."

"Ah."

Song Xirou sneered and looked directly at him, "How can you help me? Do you dare to go against Jian Qing?"

"I..." An Yu was speechless.

Song Xirou withdrew her hand, "Forget it, An Yu, I can't afford your love..."

Before she finished speaking, An Yu pulled her over, lowered her head and kissed her.

"Well--"

Song Xirou's eyes widened. After being stunned, she pushed him away suddenly and was about to slap him with a backhand slap.

"You are shameless."

An Yu clasped her wrist, his eyes gloomy, "Xirou, I have been chasing you for so long, and in the bottom of your eyes is Quan Jingwu. Now the Song Group is going to be destroyed in your hands, and you are still not awake. ?"

Song Xirou was angry, pulled her hand back forcefully, and got on the car without saying a word.

The car door swung shut, she rolled down the window, and drove away without saying a word.

"An Yu, you said you like me, have you ever been sincere to me?"

She spent her entire youth and everything she had to like Quan Jingwu, but An Yu would always only say he liked her verbally.

To put it bluntly, his love cannot be compared to hers.

An Yu stood there, looking at her car in the distance, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Sincerely?

Ha, she was too naive after all.

In a wealthy family, what is sincerity?

blue bank club

"welcome."

The waiter standing at the door bowed and said.

Song Xirou wore sunglasses and a pair of sky-high shoes, and walked into the club arrogantly.

She walked to the front desk and asked coldly, "Where is the chairman of Qiao Group?"

"Please follow me." The lady at the front desk smiled politely.

Blue Bank Club is one of the favorite gathering places for many wealthy people in the capital. Song Xirou has been here several times since she went to work in the company.

The front desk lady said, "Chairman Qiao is in this box."

Song Xirou nodded, opened the door with the documents and walked in.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol filled the air. Song Xirou frowned, resisting the urge to turn around and leave, looking around the box.

Suddenly, her eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man playing pool not far away.

Qiao Hai, the chairman of Qiao Group.

"Dr. Qiao, let's have a drink before we fight."

The scantily clad woman held the wine glass and handed it to the man's mouth, almost touching his arms.

Qiao Hai put his arm around the woman and drank the wine she handed him. His small eyes wandered over the woman's hot figure.

Song Xirou swallowed the nauseating feeling and walked over quickly.

"Dr. Qiao!"

"Hey, it's Miss Song." Qiao Hai's eyes lit up when he saw Song Xirou, he let go of the woman in his arms and went to greet her.

"Why don't you say anything when you're here so I can have someone pick you up."

Realizing that Qiao Hai's eyes were constantly scanning her, Song Xirou suppressed her anger and said, "Director Qiao, I'm here to discuss the cooperation case between Song Group and Qiao Group. Please give us Song Group a chance. Don’t withdraw your investment easily, I won’t let you lose money.”

You old pervert is so disgusting.

"What's the hurry? Let's sit down and talk slowly." Qiao Hai took her hand, and his thin and tender hand made him squint.

Song Xirou took a deep breath and withdrew her hand without leaving a trace, "Dr. Qiao, your time is precious, and I won't waste your time. Please take a look at this document first."