Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

During the whole process, Jian Qing stayed in Quan Jingwu's arms, glancing at the cards on the table from time to time, very casually.

At the end of the round, it was Jian Qing's one-on-three match.

Quan Jingwu put his iron arm around her waist, glanced at the cards she held with his deep eyes, and raised a faint smile on his thin lips.

"Jian Qing, don't worry, we will be patient with you." Han Yue said with a smile, as if he had seen Grandpa Mao fly away and fall into his arms again.

Jian Qing raised her lips and said, "Thank you very much."

The sounds of mahjong collisions were heard one after another. Compared with Jian Qing's disengagement, Han and Yue were highly focused.

If they lose to Keigo, forget it. If they lose to a rookie like Jian Qing, they will be embarrassed.

Jian Qing touched a card, and when she saw the card, a dark light flashed across her eyes.

She pretended to hesitate for a moment, and her embarrassed look made Han and Yue's eyes light up.

"Jian Qing, you can't ask Jing Wu." Han Yue reminded him first.

Jian Qing nodded and immediately threw out the cards in his hand.

In an instant, Han Yue's eyes lit up and he immediately pushed the card down.

"What a fool!"

Things have turned around, and things have finally come together.

Husband and wife become one, if he wins over Jian Qing, he also wins over Jing Wu.

"I'm sorry, Jian Qing, I will definitely let you in the next game." He suppressed the smile on his face, looked at Jian Qing apologetically, and said.

Jian Qing shook her head, "It's okay, you don't have to let me."

Then, she turned to look at Quan Jingwu and smiled, "What should I do? I lost money."

"It's okay. I'll win your husband back after you lose." He raised his hand and rubbed her head. The indulgence in his eyes couldn't be too deep.

Domineering words, arrogant and arrogant.

Quan Mingxuan and the other three were so angry that they were itching their teeth.

This is absolutely a naked contempt for them, and they are dissatisfied.

A new round begins, with Han Yue taking the lead.

Jian Qing held the cards in one hand, and the other was wrapped in Quan Jingwu's palm.

She touched a card and glanced at Han and Yue calmly, with a sly smile flashing deep in her eyes.

"Does this count as touching yourself?"

She pushed down the card and looked at the three of them with confusion.

"..."

Han and Yue stared closely at the cards she pushed down, and the corners of their mouths trembled.

Is this strength or luck?

Depend on.

All colors.

If you say this is luck, it would be too outrageous.

Quan Yifei was also dumbfounded.

Um... Do you want to be so good?

Han Yue immediately looked up at Jian Qing, looking at her with searching eyes, "Jian Qing, do you know how to play mahjong? Did you pretend to be a novice just now?"

Jian Qing let them look at her calmly and said, "No, I really rarely play mahjong. This must be my third time."

Han Yue was inexplicably thinking about it.

This third hit killed all three of them. Isn't this unreasonable?

"Are you still fighting?" Jane asked calmly.

"Of course." Han Yue gritted his teeth.

He has almost lost. It would be shameful to come back without winning a little.

In that game just now, maybe Jian Qing was really lucky.

At the beginning of the third round, the faces of Quan Mingxuan and the others became cautious, as if they were facing something important that mattered to life and death.

Quan Yifei circled around, looked at the three people's cards, and finally ran to Jian Qing's side. After seeing her cards, the muscles in the corners of her eyes twitched.

The next second, when she saw the card thrown by Han Yue, Quan Yifei raised her hand to rest her forehead.

Ruined!

"What a fool."

Jian Qing smiled and pushed down the card.

Han Yue felt as if a bolt from the blue fell on his head.

Damn it.

Isn't this playing with him?

"Jian Qing, don't tell us that you are possessed by the God of Gamblers?" Quan Mingxuan looked at Jian Qing with a look of disgust on his face.

Jian Qing raised her lips and smiled, "Maybe."

"Ah, my money." Han Yue watched as a big hand reached towards his desk, and then his pile of Grandpa Mao disappeared.

He looked along the big hand, and when he met a pair of deep purple eyes, he almost cried.

"Keigo, please leave two for me."

Quan Jingwu remained unmoved and placed a wad of large bills in front of his wife.

"No more fighting, I'll go down to find grandma and the others." Jian Qing turned to look at him with a sly smile, "Xiao Jing, fight hard and win back all their money."

She still remembered that there would be delicious pastries waiting for her downstairs.

"..."

Quan Mingxuan and the other three were depressed. Is it really okay to be so arrogant in front of them?

"Is there a reward for winning?" he asked, raising his dark eyebrows slightly.

This is his focus.

"Yes." Jian Qing agreed readily.

Quan Jingwu's eyes became deeper, "This is what you said."

Jian Qing nodded, stood up and left.

Song Xirou looked at her back, her eyes flashed, and she followed her straight away.

"Jian Qing." Song Xirou's voice sounded in the stairwell.

Jian Qing paused and looked back at her, "Is something wrong?"

Song Xirou smiled softly and said, "Jian Qing, in a few days our circle will hold a small banquet, just for the rich families from the capital to have fun together. Do you want to come to attend?"

Jian Qing put her hands in her pockets and said with a unique coolness, "No, I'm not interested."

"Jian Qing, why are you so hostile to me? I really don't want to compete with you." Song Xirou took a step forward and said in a gentle voice.

"Ha!" Jian Qing said in a cold voice, "Hostility?"

Song Xirou looked at her with stubborn eyes, "Isn't it?"

"You're wrong, I'm not hostile to you." Jian Qing chuckled, looking at her calmly, "I just don't have a good impression of you. If you want me to be hostile, at least the opponent must be strong enough."

Hearing this, the smile on Song Xirou's face could no longer be maintained. She lowered her face and said, "Jian Qing, don't go too far."

Jian Qing sneered, "Aren't you going to pretend?"

Song Xirou glanced forward from the corner of her eye. The steps made her hesitate.

Thinking of Jian Qing's words just now, a cruel look flashed in her eyes.

Take a gamble, if you win, Jian Qing's reputation will be completely ruined.

"Jian Qing, I'm not pretending. You keep saying this to me. No matter how generous I am, I will be sad. Can't you be more friendly to me?"

With that said, she reached out to grab Jian Qing's hand, but she dodged it.

With a fierce look in her eyes, she closed her eyes and rushed forward.

"ah!"

She exclaimed and rolled down the stairs.

Looking at the people rolling on the stairs, Jian Qing narrowed her eyes and became deeper.

Hey, Song Xirou, you still can't help but take action, right?

If this was all she could do, she would really be disappointed.

"Xirou!" Hearing the scream, Quan Yifei ran out first and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

"My dear, are you injured anywhere?" Quan Jingwu strode over, put his strong arms around her, and looked at her nervously with his purple eyes.

Jian Qing looked at him funny and pointed at Song Xirou who rolled to the stairwell, "She is the one who is in trouble."

After rolling down so many flights of stairs, the concussion was considered mild.

It seemed that Song Xirou was really cruel in order to deal with her.

More to come later...A-Xia got carsick and vomited so sadly (crying)