Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Quan Jingwu stood up in cooperation and tapped her head with his finger, "You heartless little guy."

She slapped his hand away, took her phone and turned on the music, "Would it disturb you if I played the music here?"

"Won't."

Hearing this, Jian Qing put on the music with confidence. As soon as Quan Jingwu returned to his desk and sat down, he was surprised by the sound in his ear.

Soothing and gentle classical music, with the depth of the cello and the clearness of the violin. The music has a touch of sadness, which penetrates the soul invisibly and makes people relax inadvertently.

Quan Jingwu raised his eyes and looked at the person sitting on the sofa, raised his lips and let out a chuckle, and then dealt with the piles of documents on the table.

Jian Qing was lying comfortably on the sofa, her expression peaceful and comfortable, and classical music was playing on a loop.

At some point, her breathing became lighter and she fell into a light sleep.

After a long time, Quan Jingwu raised his head and saw Jian Qing's peaceful sleeping face. Somewhere in his heart was filled with tenderness, and he felt at ease like never before.

No longer able to read the document in his hand, Quan Jingwu stood up and walked over.

The footsteps stopped in front of the sofa, Quan Jingwu squatted down, his purple eyes looked at her sleeping face, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

He leaned over and was about to get closer, when he saw something dropped on the sofa out of the corner of his eye, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The small black object was extremely small and fell alone beside Jian Qing. It seemed that it had accidentally fallen out of her trouser pocket.

Quan Jingwu reached out and picked it up, his purple eyes reflected what he was holding on his fingertips, and the corners of his bright red lips curled into a hard curve.

Micro pinhole camera!

Ge Di, the phone rang, Quan Jingwu looked at Jian Qing's slightly frowning expression, stood up and walked quickly back to his desk.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was Quan Mingxuan calling.

After pressing the answer button, Quan Mingxuan's voice came into his ears, "Jingwu, guess who grandpa met at Anzhai today?"

Quan Jingwu lowered his voice, looked at Jian Qing, who was still awake, and said, "My wife."

It's boring to be guessed so quickly.

Quan Mingxuan said, "Grandpa went to Anzhai today and saw a good show. As soon as he came back, he was full of praise for Jian Qing. By the way, didn't Jian Qing tell you what happened in Anzhai today?"

Quan Jingwu frowned, "Speak clearly."

On the phone, Quan Mingxuan talked excitedly about what happened today. Quan Jingwu's whole body changed and his eyes were filled with waves.

The pinhole camera was squeezed in the palm of my hand with such force that it looked like it was about to be crushed.

Xiang Cheng!

"I understand." Quan Jingwu's cold voice was filled with a permeating chill. Quan Mingxuan felt as if the hairs all over his body were about to stand up through the phone.

"Kinggo, don't be impulsive, you..."

Quan Jingwu hung up the phone without waiting for Quan Mingxuan to finish his words of persuasion.

With his palms open, the pinhole camera glowed with a metallic chill under the refraction of the sun.

Quan Jingwu's narrow eyes flashed with a trace of anger, and the evil energy released all over his body was like Shura returning from the purgatory.

Bloodthirsty and cruel!

After a while, Quan Jingwu put the things in his pocket, walked back to the sofa, squatted down slowly, and brought his handsome face close to her peaceful sleeping face.

Nose to nose, Quan Jingwu could almost feel the rise and fall of her chest and the warmth of her body when she breathed.

He carefully traced her soft lips with his thumb as if they were treasures.

"Fool!"

The expected kiss followed his doting voice.

A fool who does everything by himself.

His sweet baby is so stupid, what should he do if he feels distressed?

Master Jing feels distressed, what should he do?