Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

One silver and one black, two luxury cars drove into the Shijin Palace one after the other.

Mo Xiao watched the silver sports car disappear from sight, his thin lips pursed tightly.

After a while, the car stopped.

"Lord, we're here!"

Ning Feng got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and opened the door.

Mo Xiao came back to his senses, wiped away the pain in his eyes, and got off the car.

Ning Feng and Xing Sen followed him into the house. They had not been back for many years, and every corner of the house was a little dusty.

Xing Sen and the others opened all the windows downstairs to ventilate the house.

Mo Xiao had no time to care about the mess and went straight upstairs.

"Where is the Lord?"

Xing Sen walked out of the kitchen and looked at the living room, but did not see Mo Xiao.

Ning Feng pointed upstairs, and before he could speak, he heard a slamming of the door.

Xing Sen scratched his head and looked at him with confused eyes, "Then what should we do now? How about going to persuade the Lord?"

Ning Feng looked at him with a look of deep disgust, "If you want to go, you can go alone. I don't have the ability to persuade you to take the initiative."

There is no use in trying to persuade someone to get hurt.

"What should we do?" Xing Sen asked.

Ning Feng shrugged and said, "Let's find someone to clean this place first. I guess we will be staying in the capital for a long time this time, and we won't be returning to Country M for a while."

Xing Sen nodded.

"I will handle the documents from country M. Please keep an eye on this, my lord." He continued.

The Lord looks so dejected now that he probably won't be interested in the affairs of country M for a long time. He can only take care of it for the time being.

Xing Sen, "I understand."

Ning Feng turned to look upstairs and sighed softly.

When will this storm end?

…

The sky is getting dark, and stars are sparsely dotted in the night sky.

After dinner, Jian Qing sat in the living room for a long time. Quan Jingwu stayed by her side quietly, his iron arms wrapped around her in a protective manner, letting her lean on her.

After a long time, Jian Qing moved. She took the phone, a flash of determination deep in her eyes.

"Have you thought about it, huh?" Quan Jingwu looked down at her and asked in a low voice.

She nodded lightly. If what happened in the morning had not happened, she might not have told Luo Luo everything so quickly.

And now, she thought, Luoluo also had the right to know this.

She stood up, took her cell phone and walked out of the courtyard.

Quan Jingwu didn't follow her. He sat on the sofa and looked at her back, with shallow ripples in his eyes.

Outside the courtyard, early winter is approaching, and the delicate flowers have withered.

The air was cold and depressing.

Jian Qing leaned on the big pillar on the side and dialed Mr. Jian's phone number.

The phone on the other end rang twice before the call was answered.

"Grandpa!" she shouted softly.

On the other side, I heard Jian Qing's voice. Mr. Jian's hearty voice was filled with a smile that couldn't be concealed, "Xiao Qing'er, why did you remember to call me at this time?"

Jian Qing's eyes flashed slightly, "Grandpa, is Luoluo at home?"

"You brat just came back yesterday, and now you're here to play chess with me." Mr. Jian laughed, and then clicked on the speaker phone to play the call.

Jian Luo on the side heard his words and rolled his eyes ungracefully.

Is it really nice to complain about him in front of him?

"Sister, grandpa keeps regretting his chess moves. Please talk to him." Not to be outdone, he shouted into the phone.

Mr. Jian was so angry that his beard stood up, "You brat, you always respect the old and love the young?"

"..."

If he didn't know how to respect his elders, how could he make him regret his chess game all morning?

Thanks to his good temper.

If it were anyone else, the table would be turned over in minutes.

Jian Qing listened quietly, with no smile on her lips.

"Sister, are you worried about anything?" Jian Luo threw the chess pieces back into the chess box and asked warmly.

It's not exactly telepathic, but the twins have a tacit understanding.

After a moment of silence, Jian Qing spoke, "Grandpa, there is something I want to ask."

Her tone was unusually serious, making Mr. Jian and Jian Luo both nervous.

"Grandpa, did my mother like anyone during her lifetime?"

Suddenly mentioning Jian Wei, Mr. Jian was stunned, "Wha, what?"

the person I like?

"Grandpa, think about it carefully, has my mother ever told you that she has someone she likes?" she repeated patiently.

Without thinking, Mr. Jian replied firmly, "No."

His precious daughter, if there is someone he likes, how could they not know about it.

She pursed her red lips and said, "Really not?"

"Xiao Qing'er, have you found anything?" Mr. Jian said, "Weier has always been surrounded by suitors, but none of them suit her. She has never mentioned to me that she has someone she likes in her heart. …”

He paused mid-sentence, "However, when Weier went to hunt down the fish that slipped through the organization's net, she once told me that she would give me and your grandma a surprise when she comes back."

Could it be that at that time, some gangster fell into his Wei'er's eyes?

Jian Qing's eyebrows relaxed and she said slowly, "Grandpa, I have something to tell you next."

Hearing this, Mr. Jian and Jian Luo looked at each other, and their hearts sank.

The weak light of the bright moon flickered in the courtyard, and the cool breeze blew by, ruffling Jian Qing's hair.

She described what happened in the past two days in a calm voice, almost word for word, but on the other end of the phone, Mr. Jian and Jian Luo had already fallen into a stalemate.

After a long time, the voices stopped, and only the faint sound of breathing remained on the phone.

Jian Luo clenched his fists, his warm eyes were no longer smiling, and his delicate and handsome face was tainted with a bit of gloom.

At this moment, his mood was very complicated.

He knew that his elder sister said this, so it must be the truth.

However, he never expected that An Zhe was the father of their two siblings, and more importantly, there was this unknown relationship between An Zhe and his mother.

"Sister, did he really fall in love with mom?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

After pondering for a moment, Karen Jian said, "In the photo, Mom's smile looks very happy."

That kind of happiness is not on the surface, but a smile from the heart.

After the words fell, Jian Luo fell silent.

When the man heard the news of his mother's death, he was so sad that he vomited blood. How deep the emotion is to do that.

But why is he the one who belongs to Anjia?

After going round and round, they still got involved with the An family.

"Xiao Qinger, what are you going to do?" Mr. Jian took a heavy breath and asked in a deep voice.

Even if that man had a past with their Weier, so what? The An family killed his Weier, sent the white-haired couple to give away the black-haired one, made his wife shed tears every day, and finally died of depression. , and caused Xiao Qing'er and Luo'er to lose their mothers since childhood. Jian Qing wanted to get these debts back no matter what.