Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing glanced meaningfully at Yang Lin and Yang Xiang. Yang Lin was much more interesting than Yang Xiang, at least not so obviously stupid!

Qiu Bo raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, "Miss Qing, let's go."

When Jian Qing and Qiu Bo walked away, Yang Lin's expression changed instantly, her eyes were fierce, Jian Qing, let's see how long you can be proud.

Yang Xiang shook off Yang Lin's hand, with a dissatisfied look on his face, and complained, "Sister, why did you let her go away so easily? She went to see Grandpa."

Yang Lin glanced at her with a look of hatred, "Then what do you want to do? Didn't you hear what Uncle Qiu just said? Grandpa Jian Qing was invited here, do you dare to drive her away?"

In this old house, great-grandfather is the one in charge. Even grandpa does not have the power or courage to drive out the people he invites, let alone them.

"I...but who knows if Jian Qing will speak ill of us in front of Grandpa. You don't know that Grandpa is partial to her." Yang Xiang's voice weakened, feeling unwilling to do so.

Yang Lin snorted coldly, "You, can you control your emotions? If you continue like this, you will harm yourself one day."

"Okay, I understand." Yang Xiang muttered.

"It's good that you know what you said just now. I don't know if Uncle Qiu will tell Grandpa. Let me tell you again. Don't take the initiative to trouble Jian Qing. At least you can't be seen by others." Yang Lin didn't He warned with confidence.

"Yeah." Yang Xiang nodded obediently.

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When he learned that Jian Qing had agreed to come to the old house, Mrs. An was so excited that he couldn't sit still and ran to the garden pavilion early to wait.

The aroma of tea overflowed on the table in the pavilion, and the boiling water was steaming with mist. The tea sets had been set out, but the tea leaves remained untouched.

Mr. An rubbed his hands together tightly and looked forward to it, which was not at all like the seriousness of being calm and self-confident in front of outsiders.

From a distance, when he saw the figure following Qiu Bo, Mr. An was so excited that he couldn't sit still and stood up directly.

"Qing girl!"

The urgent voice was loud and floated into Jian Qing's ears.

Qiu Bo smiled and talked to Jian Qing, "I haven't been so happy for a long time."

Jian Qing remained silent, her eyes falling on the smiling old man.

Mrs. An couldn't wait any longer and walked down the pavilion slowly. He was old and his legs and feet were a little tired.

Looking at the old man walking towards her, Jian Qing's heart felt sour and complicated, and she walked a little faster without realizing it.

"Slow down." Jian Qing reached out to hold Old Mrs. An's hand and said calmly.

Old Mrs. An was stunned for a moment, looking down at the slender jade-like hand, his eyes narrowed, and the mist blurred his vision.

The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and the wrinkles on Old Mrs. An's face were piled up several times, and his whole person was full of energy.

Qiu Bo looked at the backs of the old and the young, and a flash of relief flashed in his heart.

Helping Mrs. An sit down, Jian Qing also sat down opposite him, turned off the boiling kettle, and started making tea.

Old Mrs. An remained silent and looked at the person opposite with a loving smile.

Warming the pot, setting the tea, moistening and brewing, waking up the tea, brewing, and serving the tea are all movements that flow smoothly, making people feel happy to watch them.

Mrs. An saw this and stroked his gray beard, "Do you often make tea?"

This tea-making technique cannot be mastered without a few years of practice, and none of the younger members of the family can master this tea-making skill.

"Yeah." Jian Qing responded calmly.

Her grandfather liked tea, and she was always interested in it. She was interested in it, so she learned a little bit about it.

The tea in the cup was seven-tenths full. Jian Qing put down the teapot and handed the tea to Mr. An, "Try it!"

The faint fragrance of tea entered his nose. Mrs. An held up the tea cup. The bright yellow leaves were slightly tilted, like a floating boat.

After taking a sip, Mrs. An's eyes lit up and he drank it all in one breath, "It tastes good."

This is better than the tea brewed by the tea master.

Jian Qing sipped her tea gently and only smiled lightly at Mrs. An's appreciation.

I saw people, drank tea, and finally got to the point.

Putting down the tea cup, Jian Qing looked at Mrs. An and said, "Mr. An, didn't you come to me specifically for tea today?"

The original good mood broke and disappeared instantly because of the words "Mrs. An". Mrs. An's face was covered with sadness, and his angry voice became hoarse, "Do you have to call me that, girl?"

Seventeen years later, does she still hate him so much?

Don't you even want to shout "grandpa"?

Jian Qing still smiled and asked unhurriedly, "Isn't this wrong?"

"Obviously you used to call me grandpa." His resentful little eyes kept looking at Jian Qing, and the look on Mr. An's face could be called aggrieved.

Jian Qing's eyes narrowed, her eyes were misty, and she fell into memories.

"Grandpa, your beard looks like Santa Claus. Will you give Noel a gift?"

"Of course. Whatever my little Nuo'er wants, my great-grandfather will satisfy you."

"Grandpa, Mommy hasn't given me ice cream recently, and Nuo'er really wants it."

"Oh, my little sweetie, great-grandpa will take you there, let's do it secretly."

"Yeah, my great-grandpa is the best. No'er loves his great-grandpa the most."

The conversation between the old man and the girl was still vaguely echoing in his ears, and the old man's doting smile in his mind was something he thought he had forgotten, but he never thought it was still so clear.

"Qing girl, Qing girl..."

Mrs. An's urgent voice brought Jian Qing back to her senses. The old man's smile in her mind overlapped with the person in front of her. It seemed that nothing had changed, but in fact she could not go back.

"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. An asked worriedly, thinking that Jian Qing was feeling uncomfortable.

"It's okay." Jian Qing said.

Old Mrs. An sighed softly in his heart, but couldn't help but ask, "Girl Qing, Ye'er...how is your brother? How have you been doing these years?"

Jian Qing's eyes were calm and she said calmly, "An Nuo and An Ye died seventeen years ago. Now there are only Jian Qing and Jian Luo."

Mrs. An's heart hurt, and she clenched her calloused hands tightly, "Girl Qing, can you let me see him?"

He didn't dare to ask for forgiveness from their siblings, but in the few days he had left, he wanted to see another child he owed something to.