Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

At this time, the movement upstairs gradually weakened, and after a while, three men in black came down from upstairs.

"Miss Jian, as you ordered, that room has been destroyed." The man walking at the front said.

Jian Qing nodded lightly, then turned to look at the man in black who was holding Xiang Cheng, "Let him go."

"Yes." The man in black let go immediately. Xiang Cheng fainted from the pain and fell limply to the ground. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his whole body felt like he had been fished out of water.

The embarrassment reached the extreme.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside, Jian Qing's eyebrows raised lightly, and a dark light flashed under her eyes.

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er."

Before anyone arrived, the sound came first.

Anman ran in quickly, his neatly combed hair was a little messy, and he pushed away the servants blocking the door with his hands, his face anxious.

An Rong was also back with her. The two of them were shopping happily, but they received a call from An Yu halfway, saying that something was going to happen to Xiang Cheng at An's house. When Anman heard that he was still in the mood to go shopping, he immediately went to the toilet without stopping. Came back.

As soon as they stepped into the living room, Anman and the others felt an unusual quietness. Their hearts were tied to their sons. Anman did not bother to say hello to Mrs. An and the others. His eyes swept across the living room and touched the people lying on the ground. At this time, the pupils slightly contracted.

Almost walking and running, Anman staggered up to Xiang Cheng, squatted down, and reached out to the tip of his nose with some trembling.

Feeling the thin breathing, his face was obviously relieved as his face was ashen.

Fortunately, fortunately, her Chenger is still there.

An Rong looked at Xiang Cheng who was lying on the ground. When she turned around and saw Mrs. An sitting on the sofa, she had some doubts in her heart and walked to her daughter's side.

When Yang Xiang saw his mother coming, he hid behind her as if he had found support. An Rong was confused by her actions.

Yang Lin was afraid that her mother would get into trouble later, so she quickly whispered into her ear and explained the reason for the incident.

After listening to her daughter's explanation, An Rong had a strange expression on her face. She glanced at the still angry face of Mrs. An from the corner of her eye and did not dare to say anything.

"What's going on?" Anman calmed down, looked up and saw Jian Qing beside him, and became angry, "Jian Qing, did you do it?"

"I did it, so what?" Jane said calmly with a sarcastic smile, "Your son is too stupid. I will teach him the principles of life. You don't need to be too grateful to me."

Anman's expression changed, "What do you mean?"

Jian Qing approached her and chuckled, "It means that your son's other hand was also disabled by me. Good things come in pairs, do you understand?"

Arrogant, too arrogant.

Anman was so angry that he was shaking all over, and his face covered with thick foundation was almost twisted. He gritted his teeth and said, "Jian Qing, don't bully others too much."

"Ha!" A frightening coldness appeared in Jian Qing's eyes, and she leaned close to her ear, speaking so softly that only the two of them could hear it.

"You should have been mentally prepared for the account seventeen years ago from the moment I came back. After all, you did it, and I remember it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Anman froze and his pupils dilated.

"you……"

Jian Qing stood up, walked around her, and walked straight to Mrs. An, "Mrs. An, I won't be back for the next few days. I will come back when the room upstairs is decorated."

"But..." Mrs. An didn't want her to leave as soon as she came back, with a look of loneliness on her face.

Jian Qing smiled lightly and said, "I will come over and drink tea with you when I have time."

"Are you serious?" Mr. An's eyes lit up.

Jian Qing nodded, raised her eyes and looked at Uncle Qiu, "Uncle Qiu, I'll trouble you in the room upstairs."

Qiu Bo shook his head, "No trouble."

"Then I'll leave first." Jian Qing said goodbye to Mrs. An, "You are not in good health. Don't get angry easily. Let Uncle Qiu help you rest."

Her words made the gloom on Old Mrs. An's face instantly dissipate, and he nodded kindly, "Okay."

As soon as she left, four men in black also left behind her, and the tense atmosphere in the living room relaxed a little.

"Zhenguo, I made you laugh today, let's keep that game of chess to change the world." Old Mrs. An looked at Mr. Quan and said helplessly.

Mr. Quan waved his hand and said in a cheerful voice, "If there is anything wrong, I'll go back first and come back to you to drink tea and play chess another day."

As expected, he didn't come here in vain, otherwise he wouldn't have seen such a cool side of his future granddaughter-in-law.

"Yes." Mrs. An smiled and nodded.

After sending Mr. Quan away, Mr. An didn't want to stay in the living room anymore and asked Uncle Qiu to help him back to the study.

The show is about to begin, will Mr. Jing know about Nirvana? What do you think?

PK is not over yet, dear friends, please give me your support, okay?