Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Quan Jingwu frowned, reached out and grabbed the bouquet of delicate roses, then took the order and signed his name directly.

Then, return the order to the flower delivery clerk.

"you can go now."

The task was accomplished, and the clerk almost fell to his knees.

Damn it, next time he won't come here to send flowers again.

This job is so courageous.

He admits that he is timid, can he do it?

After putting away the order, the clerk left quickly, running faster than a rabbit.

Jian Qing looked sideways at the person next to her and chuckled, "Why don't you accept it if you don't like it?"

Quan Jingwu let go of his hand, and the beautifully wrapped roses fell to the ground.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and a flash of displeasure flashed between his brows.

"I will collect the roses from now on, but you are not allowed to collect them."

Yo, this vinegar smell is quite strong.

Jian Qing reached out to hold his strong arm, with a smile in her eyes, "Okay, I'll give it all to you."

He looked down at her, curled his fingers, and tapped her forehead, "I'm just trying to attract you."

Jian Qing curled her lips and couldn't help but murmur in her heart, he's not bad either.

Chu Ruohan hasn't left yet, and there is Song Xirou standing there.

"Let's go."

Quan Jingwu held her hand and stepped directly over the bouquet of roses.

The corners of Jian Qing's mouth trembled involuntarily, and she wisely remained silent.

If she dared to speak out at this time, someone would probably become a tyrant.

On the way, Quan Jingwu called Shen Hao and asked him to find out who sent the rose.

Jian Qing turned to look at the scenery outside the car window, holding back a smile.

Jealous Xiao Jing is a bit cute.

With a beautiful drift, the silver sports car stopped at the door of An's old house.

Jian Qing unbuckled her seat belt, leaned forward and kissed his handsome side.

"Work hard!" she joked.

Quan Jingwu's cold eyes softened, and just when he was about to reach out to hold her, Jian Qing opened the door and got out of the car first.

After watching her enter the old house, he looked away.

Just when I was about to start the car, my phone rang.

After pressing the answer button, Shen Hao's voice echoed in the car.

"Boss, the person who sent the flowers was found to be Chu Yihen."

After saying this, Quan Jingwu's fingertips gripped the steering wheel slightly.

Anger surged in his eyes, and a cold voice slipped from his lips, "Call that flower shop and order a wreath to be sent to Chu Yihen."

Chu Yihen would be ready to receive a wreath if he dared to give roses to his woman.

On the other side, Shen Hao was holding his mobile phone, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching.

Send a wreath to Chu Yihen?

Is his boss going to be so damaged?

But he didn't dare to say this.

"I'll do it right away."

After hanging up the phone, Yi Kai and the others came over.

"What's wrong? What did Boss say?"

Shen Hao couldn't hold back his smile, "Boss asked me to order a wreath and send it to Chu Yihen."

"Send a wreath?" Yi Kai was surprised.

After a few seconds, the office burst into laughter.

"Boss's move is so awesome." Yi Kai bent over with laughter and almost burst into tears.

Boss, please take off their knees.

Really convinced.

"Tell me, if Chu Yihen saw that wreath, would he faint from anger?" Ming Dong gloated.

Yi Kai hummed softly, "Who let Chu Yihen have an idea for his wife? He knew that she was already a famous woman and she still had an owner, and yet he did this. He deserves to send a wreath."

This was considered a gentle approach by his boss. If Chu Yihen were not smarter, next time he might not send him a wreath, but a coffin.

While they were chatting, Shen Hao had already called the flower shop and ordered a wreath to be sent to Chu Yihen's company according to Quan Jingwu's instructions.

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An old house

This is the first time Jian Qing has returned to her old house since the incident in Amman. The servants are all respectful when they see Jian Qing, and even the few servants who are fawning over Zhao Xuan don't dare to be presumptuous anymore.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, the voices of everyone in the living room suddenly stopped.

The faces of Yang Xiang and others changed, and there was a hint of displeasure in their eyes.

Jian Qing never paid attention to their attitude.

Feeling a line of sight falling on her since she came in, she raised her eyebrows and looked over in pursuit.

Inadvertently, he met a pair of ice eyes.

She was stunned for a moment. Isn't this the person she met in the elevator yesterday?

Why is he here?

Before she could figure it out, Mrs. An's voice came over.

"Girl Qing, come over here and sit down."

Seeing where Mrs. An was pointing, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Jian Qing could see everyone's reactions. In the entire living room, only Mo Xiao occupied the entire sofa, and no one was sitting next to him.

She walked over calmly and sat down where Mrs. An pointed.

"Jian Qing, this is not the place for you to sit."

As soon as she sat down, Zhou Qin shouted dissatisfied.

She wouldn't let Aman go anyway, so why should she talk down to her again.

She doesn't make it easy for her, and she doesn't have to give her face.

The corners of Jian Qing's lips always had a faint arc, as if she didn't hear Zhou Qin's words.

“There’s a lot of space on this couch.”

A low voice sounded, startling everyone.

Zhou Qin and others looked at Mo Xiao in disbelief, as if they couldn't believe that he just spoke for Jian Qing.

Ning Feng and Xing Sen lowered their heads, a smile flashing across their eyes.

It seems that the Lord still has some differences towards Jian Qing.

The happiest person present was Mr. An. He stroked his gray beard and looked at Mo Xiao with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Yes, this is a good momentum.

"Azhe, you..."

Zhou Qin stood up and looked at Mo Xiao with wide eyes.

Jian Qing pursed her red lips lightly and glanced at the man not far from her out of the corner of her eye.

Azhe?

Could it be that the man in front of him is An Zhe, the uncle of the An family who has been away from the capital all year round.

She looked at him secretly, and then looked at Mrs. An. After careful comparison, she could vaguely see that he and Mrs. An were somewhat similar.

No wonder she thought he looked familiar to her in the hospital yesterday.

Mo Xiao looked calm and didn't care about Zhou Qin's dissatisfied tone.

"Zhou Qin!" Mrs. An warned secretly in a deep voice.

Zhou Qin stiffened, and An Rong quickly pulled her to sit down and whispered, "Mom, don't be impulsive. My elder brother only helped Jian Qing out of grandpa's face. Don't worry about it."

Although she didn't have the confidence to say this herself.