Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing was worried about how to explain, so he reached out and picked up the bag. She panicked when she saw that he was about to pour the contents out of the bag.

"Xiao Jing, don't touch that bag!"

With that said, she rushed over in a hurry.

The more anxious she became, the more interested Quan Jingwu became. He took the bag and dumped the contents directly on the bed.

Afraid that the air would suddenly become quiet, Jian Qing froze for a second, then remained calm and put the things back into the bag.

"Hahaha!" Seeing her rare shyness, Quan Jingwu suddenly laughed, and his mellow laughter was as charming as red wine that had been brewed for thousands of years.

"You're laughing your ass off!" Jian Qing hid the bag behind her back and couldn't help but uttered vulgar words, "You're laughing your ass off."

After a while, he stopped smiling, walked slowly to her, and looked down at her, "Do you really dislike skirts that much? Do you hate them?"

From the time he met her until now, he had never seen her wearing a skirt. Even when she was at home, she wore short-sleeved shorts and other casual clothes.

"There's no dislike, no dislike." Jian Qing lowered her head and muttered. She had never worn a skirt since her mother passed away, and over time she got used to it.

"Why is that?" Quan Jingwu touched her head and asked softly.

Jian Qing raised her head, and her well-textured chest instantly came into view. She tilted her head unnaturally, "There's no reason, I just don't want to wear it."

"Be good, don't be angry. If you don't like it, then don't wear it." His coaxing tone made her slightly stunned, and she came back to her senses and glared at him angrily.

"You can go back to the guest room. I'm going to bed after taking a shower."

Quan Jingwu curled his thin lips and left the room so obediently for the first time.

After seeing him off, Jian Qing stuffed her nightgown into the closet and then walked into the bathroom with the clothes.

It was almost half an hour by the time she came out of the bathroom, wiping her wet hair with a big bath towel as she walked.

"Why are you here?" Jian Qing was slightly stunned when she saw someone who was supposed to go back to the guest room to sleep appeared here again.

"How did you get in?" She remembered that the door was locked by her.

I saw that dark figure leaning on the sofa, with his legs crossed, holding a magazine in his hand and flipping through it. Who else could Kwon Jingwu be if he was going back to the guest room.

"There is a key to the room. Let me see if you need my help." Quan Jingwu pointed to the key thrown on the table, but his eyes fell on her and couldn't take his eyes away.

His clothes were worn on her body, and the ill-fitting size made her feel like a child secretly wearing adult clothes. Her long, wet hair hung down on her shoulders with moisture.

It was late at night, and Jian Qing felt that this person was just here to make her run away.

"I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep. You should go back to sleep quickly." Walking to the sofa, Jian Qing threw down the towel she was using to wipe her hair and stretched out her hand to pull him up.

He chuckled lightly, took her hand in his, and pulled her into his arms, carrying the same scent of shower gel as his, lingering faintly in his nose.

"Why are you rushing me so hard? Are you afraid that I'll do something to you, baby?"

Jian Qing was trapped in his arms. It was the first time that the two of them were dressed next to each other. They always felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Ahem, I have nothing to be afraid of."

"You need to blow dry your hair before you can sleep." He looked at her dripping long hair, frowned slightly, let her go, stood up and walked to the bathroom.

The dark nightgown fluttered as he moved around, and Jian Qing couldn't help but click her tongue, sighing once again in her heart that he was just a standard clothes hanger.

After a while, the man came out of the bathroom with a hair dryer, walked to the bed, plugged in the plug, "Come here!"

Jian Qing walked over slowly, and as soon as she sat down by the bed, the man's big hand stroked her hair.

His slightly cool fingertips touched her scalp and went through her hair. The sound of the hair dryer sounded, and the warm wind enveloped her.

Her moist eyes narrowed unconsciously, "Xiao Jing, your skills can make you go to work in the shampoo shop." Letting him blow dry her hair, Jian Qing leaned against him lazily.

She is the only one who dares to ask the president of JK International to work in a shampoo shop.

"My guest, are you satisfied with my service?" Quan Jingwu asked teasingly.

Unexpectedly, he also had such a humorous side, Jian Qing said with a smile, "Well, it's not bad!"

"What about my reward?" After touching his hair, it was almost dry. He turned off the hair dryer and leaned down to look into her eyes.

"No!" Jian Qing shrugged and said ruthlessly.

"You really don't want to give it?" He leaned closer and pressed his forehead against hers. His deep voice conveyed a dangerous signal.

Jian Qing leaned back and said, "Okay, okay, here, that's it."

Really, just a bandit.

He was obviously the one who voluntarily helped her blow dry her hair, and now he came to negotiate with her for remuneration. What a profiteer!

"Let me sleep here tonight." He said calmly.

Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, unable to recover for a moment. When she looked into his smiling purple eyes, she suddenly became furious and hurriedly pushed him away, "No, I won't take you in. I'll give you another reward."

There is only one bed in this room, and he sleeps on the bed, so where does she sleep?

Two people sleeping together?

This idea flashed in her mind for a second, and was immediately swatted away by her.

no way!

Quan Jingwu stood up straight, folded his hands on his chest, and said lazily, "My dear, why are you so excited? Are you reluctant to let me sleep on the sofa?"

Jian Qing was stunned and looked at him suspiciously, "You, sofa?"

His eyes fell on the sofa not far away. Although it was not small, it seemed a little difficult to completely accommodate him, right?

"If you don't mind, my dear, I can squeeze into bed with you," he said.

Jian Qing's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I mind!"

She had to think about the sofa, let alone the bed, what a beautiful idea!

Before she could think about it, someone had already taken out the quilt from the closet, and it seemed that he planned to hang on to it.

"Wait, I haven't agreed yet." Jian Qing ran over and snatched his quilt. Does this person want to be so self-conscious?

Quan Jingwu leaned against the wardrobe, looked at her with a smile on his face, and said, "Good boy, if you didn't speak just now, it means you acquiesced."

"..."

Why didn't she know about this kind of operation?

"You really don't want to go back to the guest room and sleep? If you sleep on the sofa, you'll get a stiff neck." She threatened.

Quan Jingwu, "Baby, do you feel sorry for me?"

Give it some sunshine and it will be brilliant.

Jian Qing twitched the corner of her mouth and threw the quilt back to him, "I'm going to sleep on your sofa with your quilt, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

After saying that, she kicked off her slippers and slipped directly into the bed. She pulled the quilt and covered her whole body.

There was a "beep" sound, and the light in the room instantly dimmed.