Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

The long table is filled with delicious food.

Although it is in Japan, it is all authentic Chinese food, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, northern and southern flavors, filling a big table.

Jun Qi was sitting at the front seat alone, holding the chopsticks in his hands but not putting them down for a long time.

Outside the window, the wind whistled, and the green plants were shaken and rustled, as if they might be uprooted at any time.

Xia Qing, still stubbornly staying in the helicopter, would rather be locked up in a small space than give in half a step to give each other a step to relax and let the atmosphere gradually become harmonious.

As if to vent his anger, he picked up a piece of meat, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and spat it into a small bowl. The numbness felt like chewing wax made him unable to swallow any food at all. The less he wanted to be irritated, the more uncomfortable he felt.

The control is getting worse.

"Tie Shi!" Jun Qi threw away his chopsticks and stared coldly at the door.

A black shadow appeared in response. The standing position was not too close to Junyu. He was tall and masculine, and his facial features were all angular. His name was Jun Tieshi, and he was born in Junyu to the Jun family.

One of the four boys who were specially adopted later, he was the oldest, three years older than Jun Qi. He had a calm and down-to-earth personality and was the most reliable.

Of course, reliable and down-to-earth people often don’t understand what it means to be circuitous, and the same is true for Tie Shi.

"Young Master, do you want me to pick up the young lady?"

Jun Qi raised his eyebrows coldly, the anger almost solidified in his eyes, sinister and terrifying, "What did you call her?"

Maybe it's because I'm standing far away, or maybe because my ears are slow to react, or of course it's more likely that I'm born slow and not sharp enough, but I still have the guts to answer the question politely, "Young Madam."

"Who allowed you to call her that?" It sounded so harsh that he couldn't help but wonder if Jun Tieshi, who looked sincere and loyal, was doing something to add fuel to the fire. If Jun Qi remembered correctly, it was him.

One of his favorite things to do is that if anyone is deceived by his honest and honest smile, he may be sold directly to Africa by Jun Tieshi to work as a miner. He will also help him count the money while smiling and giving away

Thank you so much.

"Back to Young Master, it was you who ordered Tie Shi to call Young Madam this way." Jun Tieshi's eyes flashed with an innocent and honest look.

"I don't remember." Jun Qi gritted his teeth.

"Five years, eight months and thirteen years ago, at twelve o'clock at night, after the young lady signed the marriage consent form without her knowledge, the young master was the first to meet Tie Shi and told Tie Shi to change his story on the spot." Good memory.

This is another advantage of Jun Tieshi, second only to his honesty, especially the necessary people and things. As long as he sees them once, he will never forget them.

"Is there such a thing?" Jun Qi's teeth chattered. In order to suppress the urge to step on Jun Tieshi and beat him up, he picked up the wine glass, drank the strong wine in the glass, and followed closely.

Then, the crystal clear goblet fell on the table and was crushed into pieces.

Jun Tieshi took out his cell phone, pressed it a few times, called up a recording, and thoughtfully turned the volume up to the maximum.

"Tie Shi, if you see Miss Xia again in the future, you have to change your name to Young Madam. From today on, she is my wife, Jun Qi. No one can stop this, not the Xia family, not even the Jun family..."