Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

In the living room, looking at her home after three years of absence, Song Xirou's lips curved into a smile with unknown meaning.

"Rou'er, why did you come back so suddenly this time? How is the treatment abroad? How is your cold disease?" Zhang Tong asked as soon as he sat down.

Song Xirou stroked the hem of her skirt and said, "I came back because I missed home. The treatment abroad is almost complete, and there is still one course of treatment left."

"Rou'er, you must have seen the news about Quan Jingwu, so that's why..." Song Yi asked tentatively.

He also knew a thing or two about his daughter's thoughts. Quan Jingwu was probably the dream son-in-law of the entire Beijing family, but he was so easy to get close to.

Quan Jingwu's relationship has been reported all over the world recently, and it's hard to guarantee that Rou'er didn't come back because of this incident.

"Of course not." Song Xirou interrupted him and said calmly, "It's been a long time since I've been back. I just missed you and mom. I didn't think much about anything else."

When it comes to this matter, Zhang Tong actually has some complaints in her heart. After all, she feels that her daughter is kind to the Quan family. No matter what, Quan Jingwu should take the initiative to visit Rou'er, but he didn't see her from the beginning to the end. His figure appeared.

She really felt worthless for her Rou'er. In order to save the old lady of the Quan family, she even contracted a cold disease.

"Rou'er, please stop thinking about Quan Jingwu. I think Quan Mingxuan and Quan Yimo are not bad. There is no need for us to hang ourselves on a tree. What's more, with the status of our Song family, how many aristocratic families are there?" Young Master lets you choose.”

"Okay, Mom, I'm tired. I'll go upstairs to rest first."

After saying that, Song Xirou got up and walked straight upstairs.

Zhang Tong looked at her back and looked at Song Yi, "Ayi, do you think Rou'er will still be interested in Quan Jingwu..."

Song Yi raised his hand to interrupt her and said in a deep voice, "Rourer is already an adult, she knows what she is doing."

In the room, the servant brought the luggage in, then closed the door and exited.

Song Xirou stood in front of the French window. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Rouer, it's daddy."

Song Xirou walked over and opened the door to let Song Yi in.

"dad."

Song Yi walked in and sat down on the sofa.

"Rou'er, you've been smart since you were a child, and dad doesn't ask you much about other things. What are your plans when you come back this time?"

Song Xirou's eyes darkened, and she sat down next to him, "Dad, I want to join the company, and I want the position of general manager."

She said straight to the point without making any insinuations.

Song Yi looked at her steadily, and after a while, he said, "Okay, but I want to see your results within three months."

"I promise you." Song Xirou agreed without hesitation.

Song Yi looked at the daughter in front of him, and suddenly felt a little strange, and he was relieved in his heart. He only had such a daughter in his life. The Song family would have to support her in the future, and now it was time to try to take charge of some of the Song family's properties.

"Rou'er, how about I organize a banquet for you the day after tomorrow? Then dad can introduce you to his partners. After all, in a family like ours, connections are absolutely essential."

Song Xirou nodded, "Just make up your mind."

Song Yi smiled with satisfaction, "Then you and dad will go to the company tomorrow to familiarize yourself with the situation."

"I'm afraid I can't do it tomorrow, I have something to do." Song Xirou said calmly.

"You just came back, what's so urgent?"

"I want to go to the Quan family." Song Xirou's eyes flashed with a strange dark light. Some things just have to be seen.

Hearing that she was going to Quan's house, Song Yi frowned, a little disapproving, "Why are you going to Quan's house? Rou'er, Dad, let me tell you honestly, Quan Jingwu really has someone he likes, so don't be stubborn. ”

"Dad, I know." Song Xirou said calmly, neither angry nor angry, "I just went to visit Mrs. Quan and Mr. Quan. After all, being friends with the Quan family is a good thing for our Song family, right?"

Song Yi still had a bit of disbelief in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

…

Jian Qing couldn't stay in the hospital and was discharged in the afternoon. Quan Jingwu took her back to Shijin Palace, watching her every step of the way. Even the documents were sent directly by Shen Hao.

Jian Qing lay on his lap, bored to the point of mold.

Suddenly I remembered something, got up and ran upstairs.

"Xiao Jing, I'm going to get you something. Wait for me here."

After a while, she hurried down, holding a book in her hand.

"No, here you go."

Quan Jingwu looked at the thing thrust into his hand. It was a sketchbook with about forty sketches in it.

"I promised to draw you a picture before, but this is not a picture." Jian Qing sat down next to him and reached out to open it.

The first page is the scene of him holding an umbrella for her in the rain, and then flipping back, there are scenes of him handling documents and cooking, each one is so vivid.

Quan Jingwu raised his fingertips and stroked the lines above. The light shining in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the corners of his bright red lips raised an intoxicating arc.

"Do you like it?" Jian Qing looked up at him. Although she saw the smile on his lips, she still couldn't help but want to ask.

Closing the sketchbook and putting it aside preciously, Quan Jingwu reached out to hold her in his arms, resting his chin on her neck, "My dear, from now on, can you draw one for me every day?"

Those sketches made him happy and moved his heart.

Jian Qing glanced at him sideways and said with a smile, "My lady is very expensive. A painting is not cheap. I wonder what I can give you in exchange for it?"

"How about I give myself to you?" Quan Jingwu looked at her profile and couldn't help but kiss her secretly, causing her to glare.

"Don't always take advantage of me."

"Then I'll kiss you back." As he said that, he put his face directly against her red lips.

"..."

What else could she say?

It feels like this person has been spoiled by her.

"My dear, who is Meng Er?" Quan Jingwu asked softly, looking down at her lazily falling into his arms.

Jian Qing's eyes opened and she sat up.

"Why did you ask about this?"

Her reaction fell into his eyes, and his purple eyes suddenly darkened, "Is he important to you?"

Jian Qing looked at him, suddenly laughed, reached out and pinched his cheek, "Are you jealous?"

Quan Jingwu held her hand, "You haven't answered me yet."

Jian Qing smiled slyly, "Well, not only is it important, but it's also very close. We ate together, went to school together, and often slept together when we were children."

Can a relationship that comes from the same mother's womb not be intimate?

When the last word fell, Quan Jingwujun's face darkened, a violent aura surged in his eyes, and four words came to his mind: childhood sweetheart.

Realizing that a certain man was really angry, Jian Qing stopped teasing him and ran into his arms, "Xiao Jing, do you even want to be jealous of my brother?"

Come on, come on, the third watch is here, and A-Xia is going to eat.