Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Yifei, you're teasing me again." Song Xirou looked shy, a bit more shy than a daughter.

Quan Yifei said, "No way, I'm telling the truth. Besides, it's better than me, a single guy who doesn't have a boyfriend yet."

"You guys sit here and I'll bring you some drinks and snacks."

With that said, she stood up and left.

Song Xirou glanced at the ring on Jian Qing's hand with her peripheral vision, her jealousy almost swallowed her up, but at the last moment, she endured it.

She smiled softly and said, "Jian Qing, your ring is so beautiful. Can you lend it to me?"

Jian Qing lowered her head and turned the ring on her hand, and said in a lukewarm voice, "Sorry, I don't like others to touch my things."

"That's it, forget it, I was the one who was abrupt just now." Song Xirou said with a look of regret on her face.

"I just want to see the ring because it's beautiful. I have no other intention."

Jian Qing remained silent, her eyes were calm and showed no emotion or anger.

"Jian Qing, didn't Jingwu come with you?" Song Xirou asked tentatively.

A hint of sarcasm flashed deep in Jian Qing's eyes. He raised his eyes to look at her and raised the corners of his lips, "You seem to be very interested in what happened between me and Xiao Jing?"

After saying this, Song Xirou's face stiffened, and then she returned to her smiling face, "Jian Qing, don't get me wrong, Yi Fei and I have known each other for a long time. Jing Wu is a famous iceberg among the people in our circle. I Just a little curious."

"Ha!" Jian Qing looked at her steadily, with a sneer on her lips.

"Song Xirou, there are only two of us here. It's pointless to keep pretending. Obviously you didn't remember what I said to you last time. So forget it. I don't want to waste words with you. Anyway, please don't do it in the future. Come and provoke me, otherwise I won’t be merciful.”

Facing those dark eyes, the coolness deep in the eyes sent a chill down her spine. She clenched her hands hidden in her pockets, feeling a little panicked for no reason.

No, she couldn't admit defeat.

Once she gives in, she really has no chance.

"Jian Qing, I really don't mean anything else. I already have a boyfriend, so how can I covet Keigo? You really think too much." She said with a smile.

Jian Qing ignored her and lowered her head to play with the ring on her hand.

At this time, Quan Yifei also came back with drinks and snacks.

As soon as I walked in, I felt the atmosphere was awkward for no reason.

"Jian Qing, here's the juice." She took the juice and handed it to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing reached out to take it, stood up and said, "I'm going to see Xiao Jing."

"Then I'll go too." Quan Yifei picked up the tray and followed her.

Looking at their backs, Song Xirou also stood up and followed them.

When we came to the entertainment room on the third floor, we could hear the sound of playing mahjong from a distance.

The door was not closed, Jian Qing and the other three walked in directly.

"Hey, my sister-in-law is here." Quan Mingxuan was sitting facing the door. He looked up and saw Jian Qing walking in.

Song Xirou, who was walking at the end, darkened her eyes when she heard Quan Mingxuan's words.

"Jian Qing, please come and persuade your husband not to go too far and rob the three of us of all our wealth." Han Yue cried.

Seeing his tearless expression, Jian Qing smiled unkindly.

When Quan Mingxuan saw the person coming in behind Quan Yifei, the smile on his lips faded.

Why is Song Xirou here?

Haha, it seems that I really don’t want to give up.

"Second brother, I've brought you some cakes." Quan Yifei put down the tray, and his money-obsessed eyes fell on the wad of cash in Quan Mingxuan's hand.

Grandpa Mao, so many grandpas!

Quan Mingxuan saw the money-obsessed look in her eyes, smiled helplessly, reached for a few red Mao Zedong cards and handed them to her.

"Take it, Money Man!"

Although everyone is not short of money, it is still very fun to have cash in hand occasionally.

Quan Yifei reached out to take it with a smile and stuffed Grandpa Mao into his pocket.

"Thank you, boss!" she said sweetly.

"Good boy, come here." Quan Jingwu threw out a card, looked at Jian Qing softly, and his deep voice was filled with sinking tenderness.

Jian Qing walked to his side and was pulled into his arms before she could stand still.

"Xiao Jing, be careful of spilling the juice." She fell down in front of him, looking at the juice in her hand with lingering fear.

Quan Jingwu hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder, "The juice is cold, drink less."

"It's not frozen. It's not cold. Try it." She put the edge of the cup to his lips and said.

Quan Jingwu lowered his head and took a sip. Jian Qing looked up at him, "Does it taste good?"

"Sweet." He said.

Jian Qing took it back and took a few sips to taste the taste.

Sweet?

not bad.

Song Xirou stood opposite, looking at the intimate scene between the two. Her eyes fell on the rings in their hands, and anger surged in her chest.

"Hey, hey, we're all still here, can you pay attention to our presence?" Han Yue knocked on the table and complained.

Quan Jingwu threw a card out casually and glanced at him lightly, "If you don't want to see it, just close your eyes."

"..."

How could he fight with his eyes closed?

Isn't this teasing him?

He turned his eyes and landed on Jian Qing, "Jian Qing, can you fight?"

"A little bit, not much beaten." Jian Qing put down the cup, took a piece of pastry and said while eating.

"Then do you want to play?" Han Yue said.

If Keigo continues to win, he will lose terribly.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and glanced sideways at him, "Why do I feel like you are trying to trick me?"

"Look at what you said, it won't hurt our feelings." Han Yue said with a smile on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense. Where are our feelings?" Jian Qing leaned in Quan Jingwu's arms and looked at him with a half-smile, and said deliberately.

"Xiao Jing, what do you think?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Yue immediately received a cold blow from a certain master.

Facing those cold eyes, he smiled bitterly, "Kinggo, I was joking, really, it was just a joke."

Damn it.

Sooner or later he will be played to death by this couple.

"Jian Qing, after Jingwu finishes this round, you can take over for two rounds." Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue obviously played with the same attention.

"Want to play?" The man's thin lips were close to her ear as he spoke.

Jian Qing looked up at him, her eyebrows arched, "What if we lose?"

"We are not short of money." Quan Jingwu put a large pile of Grandpa Mao he had just won in front of her and said dotingly.

Hearing this, the other three people at the table stared at him with disdain.

That pile of money belongs to them.

What does it mean to not be short of money? It's obviously their money.

"Yeah." Jian Qing nodded, "Teach me."

The thin red lips brushed her cheek, and Quan Jingwu chuckled, "Okay."