Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Zhou Qin looked at Mo Xiao reproachfully, still angry.

They were obviously mother and son, but he actually failed her because of an outsider like Jian Qing. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Girl Qing, let's go to the study to chat." Mrs. An stood up and said.

It took a lot of effort to get her back, so as not to let Zhou Qin and others lose their popularity again.

Jian Qing ignored the jealous looks in An Yu and Yang Xiang's eyes and stood up.

"Azhe, come up too."

Old Mrs. An paused and turned to look at Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao's eyes were deep and his emotions could not be clearly seen. Just when everyone thought he would not get up, he moved.

Because Mo Xiao had just spoken for Jian Qing, Zhou Qin subconsciously didn't want him to follow him to the study. Before he could say anything, An Rong stopped him.

"Mom, don't be impulsive."

She held Zhou Qin's arm to prevent her from stopping him.

If this really pissed off the old man, it would be more of a loss than a gain for them.

The An family's huge family fortune cannot be left to Jian Qing.

Zhou Qin was stopped by her, and when she came to her senses, Mrs. An and his party had already gotten into the elevator and went upstairs.

"What are you stopping me for?"

She turned her head and said in a resentful tone.

An Rong smiled coquettishly, "Mom, a little impatience will ruin a big plan. Grandpa is partial to Jian Qing now. If we really fall out with grandpa, Jian Qing will benefit. We don't want to take advantage of outsiders."

After hearing this, Zhou Qin stopped.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Xuan never interrupted. Her eyelids drooped lightly, and a hint of sarcasm flashed deep in her eyes.

Her sister-in-law really cares about the An family's family business.

They are all married, and they don't think about their own weight. She dares to daydream about Xiao Xiangan's family's property.

In the study room, the atmosphere was a little subtle.

The three of them each sat on a sofa, forming a tripartite situation.

Jian Qing raised her eyes and looked at the man opposite her without trace.

If you take a closer look, you will see that he is indeed somewhat similar to An Chong, but it is obvious that An Zhe's appearance is more handsome.

Mr. An's eyes wandered between Jian Qing and Mo Xiao, thinking about how to break the deadlock.

At this time, Qiu Bo happened to come in.

"Miss Qing, I asked the kitchen to prepare some small pastries for you."

He put down the tray and brought the plates of pastries to the table.

Old Mrs. An echoed the situation and smiled kindly, "Girl Qing, try it and see if it suits your taste."

Looking at the old man's hopeful eyes, Jian Qing couldn't help but nodded.

"Thanks."

She picked up a small piece of pastry and bit it slowly.

Mo Xiao looked at the woman eating pastry opposite, a soft color faintly flashed across his icy eyes. Those eyes, as well as the charm between her eyebrows, really looked like her Weiwei.

How could there be such similar people in this world?

When Mrs. An saw Jian Qing eating cakes, the smile on his face deepened. He pretended to introduce her casually, "Girl Qing, this is An Zhe, you can call him..."

When the word "uncle" came to his lips, he couldn't say it.

They were obviously father and daughter, so how could he let her call her Uncle Azhe? Now he was in trouble.

"You can call me uncle." Mo Xiao said coldly.

Qiu Bo's face froze and he subconsciously looked at Mrs. An.

Master, is this a mess?

Isn’t it time to put order out of the chaos quickly?

Mr. An was also full of helplessness in his heart and couldn't help complaining about Mo Xiao's abnormality today.

Isn't this brat usually very talkative? Why are you talking to Qing girl so diligently today?

Is it really the blood relationship between father and daughter that is causing trouble?

Jian Qing finished a piece of pastry, took out a tissue, and wiped her hands slowly.

"No need, I'm not familiar with the An family."

She said with a cold voice and a calm expression.

Mo Xiao frowned slightly, looked at Jian Qing, and said bluntly, "You hate me?"

The first time he was rejected like this, he was not angry, but a little depressed.

He obviously didn't offend this little girl, so why was she so resistant to him.

Jian Qing raised her head, met his gaze without fear, and said two words unhurriedly, "No."

"Then why don't you call me uncle?" Mo Xiao asked.

Old Mrs. An looked at Mo Xiao with strange eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

Is this still his Azhe?

Why does it feel like he is a bit childish now?

Jian Qing leaned back, curled her red lips, and asked, "Why should I call you uncle?"

"You are A Chong's daughter, isn't it right to call me uncle?" Mo Xiao said.

After finishing her words, Jian Qing's eyes turned cold, "Who said I am An Chong's daughter?"

Oh, does he have that qualification?

Catching the coldness in her eyes, Mo Xiao was slightly stunned.

Then, he looked at her with complicated eyes and became silent.

Seeing the atmosphere condense, Mrs. An quickly changed the topic.

"Girl Qing, this pastry is not bad, please eat more."

Jian Qing saw through his thoughts but didn't expose it. Her eyes fell on the plate of pastries he pushed over, her brows furrowed slightly and she didn't take it.

"What's wrong, don't you like eating?"

Old Mrs. An couldn't help asking when he saw that she hadn't eaten it for a long time.

Jian Qing shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just that I don't like red beans."

Mo Xiao's eyes darkened and he looked at the plate of red bean cakes.

She doesn't like red beans either?

"By the way, look at my memory. I forgot to remind the kitchen." Mr. An patted his head and said, "Old man, my memory is no longer good."

"Why don't you like eating red beans?" Mo Xiao looked at her steadily and asked again.

He didn't believe that there were really people in the world who were so similar. His Weiwei didn't like to eat red beans. It was such a coincidence that she didn't like to eat them either.

On the side, Qiu Bo covered his face.

Uncle, where is the cold iceberg you promised?

Could you please be more reserved?

Jian Qing frowned and looked at the man who had been staring at her.

Does she know him well?

"Why don't you like red beans?" he asked, as if he wanted to know more clearly.

After a long time, Jian Qing looked away and said calmly, "There's no reason why. I just think the taste of red beans is weird."

Hearing this, Mo Xiao's eyes trembled, and the big hands on his knees clenched tightly.

He stared at Jian Qing and fell into memories.

On a sunny afternoon, the woman looked at the cake he bought with a depressed expression.

He came back from the phone call and walked to her side.

"Why don't you eat? Didn't you just clamor for cake?"

The woman threw herself into his arms, pushed her head into his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "There are red beans in the cake."

He looked at her puzzled and smiled fondly, "What's wrong with Anko?"

"I don't like eating red beans." She raised her head from his arms and stared at him with her beautiful eyes, "Did you buy a cake with red beans on purpose and not let me eat it?"

The life story is about to be revealed. Dear babies, hurry up and come back. If you raise Wen again, Axia will cry for you, yigh yuck yuck...