Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

It was clearly an act of serving someone, but it didn't feel like he was inferior at all. His natural aristocratic demeanor couldn't be concealed.

Jian Qing looked down at him with astonishment on her face.

Judging from the information she found, it was really incredible that Quan Jingwu, an arrogant man, could do such a small thing as putting on a woman's shoes.

"Let's go."

Quan Jingwu stood up, naturally took her hand and pulled her up.

"I can walk on my own."

Jian Qing shook his hand away, walked in front of him, and walked downstairs faster.

Ever since he appeared, she couldn't think normally, and her current mood could only be described in four words.

be terribly upset!

Quan Jingwu looked at his failed big hand with dark eyes.

Downstairs, Jian Luo and the three of them sat in the living room after dinner, paying attention to the movements upstairs from time to time.

Footsteps sounded in the stairwell, and the three people's eyes turned towards it.

Seeing Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu coming down one after another, the three of them smelled an unusual smell.

Jian Luo noticed Jian Qing's quickening pace with sharp eyes, and his eyes flickered.

He couldn't help but wonder, did Quan Jingwu just do something to his sister upstairs?

Stepping down the steps, Jian Qing walked straight to Jian Luo and sat down next to him.

In an instant, Jian Luo received the eye knife thrown by Quan Jingwu.

He rubbed his arms and curled his lips.

Why are you staring at him? It's not him who caused his sister to lose her memory.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have put in a good word for him.

Quan Jingwu glanced at Jian Qing, who lowered her head and avoided his sight. His eyes darkened and he walked into the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of water in the kitchen, Jian Qing lowered her voice and said, "Which of you found him?"

Before she could clear up the lost part of her memory, Quan Jingwu suddenly appeared, and she didn't know how to face him.

"Sister, did you really not think of anything when you saw him?" Jian Luo asked.

Jian Qing shook her head.

Jian Luo, "What did you talk about when you were up there for so long?"

"Nothing." Jian Qing's voice was a little lower.

Black Jack and Bai Jue looked at each other, something was wrong.

"Luoluo, did he often help me blow dry my hair before?" Jian Qing couldn't help but ask after struggling for a while.

Jian Luo glanced at her fragrant hair and nodded lightly, "It's not often. It should be said that as long as you two are together, he will blow dry your hair."

At the end of the sentence, he complained in passing, "Sister, have you forgotten that you are always too lazy to dry your hair after washing it?"

The muscles in the corners of Jian Qing's eyes twitched.

This naughty kid, can you not complain about her when you get the chance?

Although she is lazy, don't say it so straightforwardly.

"How do you know? Have you seen it?" she asked suspiciously.

Jian Luo said, "Not only have I seen it, but Black Jack and Bai Jue have also seen it."

Jian Qing looked at Black Jack and the two with searching eyes, and choked up when she saw them nodding.

"Jian Qing, he even feeds you sometimes. In front of Quan Jingwu, you are too lazy to reach a new level." Bai Jue complained.

puff--

Heartbroken.

Jian Qing felt like two knives were inserted into her chest.

However, the complaints were obviously not over yet. Black Jack followed up and said, "Jian Qing, to put it bluntly, Quan Jingwu has almost pampered you to the point of becoming a cripple."

"..."

The boat of friendship can capsize at any time.

Jian Qing spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Are they still not her friends?

"By the way, sister, I'm going to get you something." Suddenly remembering something, Jian Luo got up and ran to the big bookcase not far away to rummage for something.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and waited quietly.

After a while, Jian Luo came back holding a photo album.

He sat back on the sofa and handed her the photo album, "Sister, take a look at this, maybe you can think of something."

Jian Qing took it, and the signature under the exquisite photo album cover was her handwriting.

She opened the first page and when she saw the photos inside, her eyes trembled slightly, and her calm heart stirred up waves.

No matter how much you hear from them, nothing is as impactful as a photo.

The background of the photo is in this living room. She is nestled in Quan Jingwu's arms, still holding uneaten potato chips in her hand. The man is rubbing her forehead, his bright purple eyes are quenching a warm smile, charming. And charm.

And the smile on her face was gentler than she had ever seen before.

Her fingertips flicked over the photo, she pursed her lips slightly and looked a little distracted while looking at the photo.

Seeing her deep in thought, Jian Luo and the others did not disturb her.

After an unknown amount of time, the aroma of food wafted out from the kitchen, and the alluring aroma made people salivate.

Jian Qing was so absorbed in looking at the photos that she didn't even notice Quan Jingwu walking over.

He glanced down at the photos in her hand, his purple eyes dimmed, and he reached out to take out the album. Jian Qing looked up and saw that it was him, and her hand that wanted to take back the album stopped in mid-air.

"It's time to eat."

He put down the photo album, held her frozen hand in the air, and pulled her up.

"You, I know where the dining room is."

The implication is that he can let go.

Quan Jingwu ignored it, held her hand tightly, and looked at her sideways, "Do you want me to carry you?"

Jian Qing choked, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Jian Luo and the others looking at the good show. Their struggling hands immediately stopped and they followed him obediently.

When they walked into the dining room, Jian Luo and the other two smiled knowingly.

It seems that even if Jian Qing loses her memory, she is still special to Quan Jingwu.

In the dining room, the wall lamps on both sides were on.

Looking at the brightly colored dishes on the table, Jian Qing's stomach made a dissatisfied sound.

"Gulu——"

She held her stomach and coughed lightly.

Quan Jingwu looked at her little movements, which were still so familiar. He curled his lips, pulled out the chair, and pushed her to sit down.

"Drink some soup first."

He filled a bowl of soup, and the rich soup exuded an alluring aroma.

"Thanks."

Jian Qing remembered what Bai Jue had just said, and quickly took the bowl from his hand, picked up the spoon, and said thank you.

Quan Jingwu sat next to her, holding his head with one hand, looking at her lustfully, reluctant to look away.

Jian Qing lowered her head and drank the soup. The fragrant soup made her addicted. It seemed that she had tasted soup with this taste somewhere, but she just couldn't remember it.

Sensing the man's burning gaze, Jian Qing couldn't eat anymore no matter how hungry she was.

She put down the bowl, "Can you stop staring at me?"

Glancing at the unfinished soup in the bowl, Quan Jingwu reluctantly looked away, picked up a large piece of fish with his chopsticks, and began to pick out the fish bones.

Seeing that Quan Jingwu no longer stared at her, Jian Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to drink the soup.

She didn't eat much all day long, or maybe he cooked it too well, so she quickly drank up the full bowl of soup.

She put down the empty bowl, and the next second, a small bowl of fish meat was handed to her, "Without the spine, eat it while it's hot."

Jian Qing looked at the fish in the bowl, and then saw that he hadn't touched a bite from beginning to end. She felt a little embarrassed, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

Quan Jingwu raised his lips, "Are you concerned about me?"

Jian Qing changed the subject and said, "The soup just now was good."

And blah blah blah...it's actually quite sweet, not cruel.