Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

The sky was getting dark, and a silver moon was faintly visible.

"Why is that boy Han Yue so slow?" In the car, Quan Mingxuan put one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at the watch on his hand, and frowned.

This took almost half an hour.

In the back seat, Jian Qing narrowed her eyes and leaned against Quan Jingwu. She was playing games with her mobile phone in her hand. When she was bored, she could only find something to do to pass the time.

"Here it comes!" Quan Mingxuan looked up and saw the closed warehouse door not far away opening, and Han Yue's figure walked out first.

"Damn, that guy is too resistant to beatings." He opened the car door and Han Yue sat in.

"How's it going?" Quan Mingxuan watched him pull on his seat belt and fasten it before starting the car.

"It's done, leave the rest to Daniel." Han Yue relaxed back in his chair and said in a brisk tone.

It is estimated that Bacchus will have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and what's more terrible is that he will never be a man for the rest of his life.

Even if he didn't say it, Quan Mingxuan would almost know what he did to Bacchus. After all, if Bacchus dared to propose that kind of bet, Keigo would not let him go.

"Where to go next?"

"Eat." Jian Qing said. Her internal organs were about to make a scene in heaven.

Quan Mingxuan smiled and nodded, and drove directly to the restaurant where he and Han Yue often went.

"Jian Qing, have you and Ling known each other for a long time?" On the way, Han Yue looked at Jian Qing through the rearview mirror and asked.

"A very good friend?"

"Yeah." Jian Qing admitted readily, "Old friend."

"Then do you know why Ling suddenly disappeared from the racing world in the past two years?" Regarding this question, not only Han Yue wanted to know, but Quan Mingxuan was also very curious.

Hearing this, Jian Qing laughed softly and said jokingly, "He might be busy with the knife."

"Get a knife?" Han Yue was stunned.

Kill a pig?

"Where did you think you were going?" Jian Qing looked at his imaginative expression and said funnyly, "What do you think you can do with a knife?"

"Kill the pig!" Han Yue blurted out without warning.

A swarm of crows flew overhead...

Jian Qing and the other three looked at Han Yue with black lines on their heads. They looked at him as if they were looking at an idiot.

"Han Yue, did you just drop your head in the warehouse?" Quan Mingxuan said sadly.

Associating the number one racer in the racing world with a pig-killer, what is the structure of his brain circuit?

After Han Yue finished speaking, he also thought of the black hole nature of what he just said, and smiled, "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!"

Jian Qing couldn't help laughing, "Han Yue, your brain circuit is quite strange. Next time I see Ling, I can persuade him to change his career to kill pigs."

Han Yue was silently embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, "Then you said he was busy with knives, what exactly was he doing?"

Jian Qing curled her lips and said mysteriously, "Buddha says that secrets must not be revealed. You should ask him face to face next time."

There are many types of knives, for example, a scalpel is also a type of knife!

Seeing that she had stopped talking, Han Yue had no choice but to keep silent. It was boring!

After the four of them finished their dinner, they headed back home. As soon as they entered the villa, they met Ye Tuo.

"Second Young Master Quan, you made it easy for me to find him." Ye Tuo was dressed in light blue casual clothes, looking like a gentleman.

Quan Mingxuan, "Does General Manager Ye have anything to do with us?"

"It's like this. There is a small independent bungalow behind our villa. There is a dance floor party held there tonight. I wanted to invite a few people, but I happened to bump into you all going out."

Most of the people who came to participate in the land bidding this time were from the younger generation, and a dance floor party was just a good idea to warm up the place.

"Dance floor party?" Han Yue's eyes lit up.

"Well, the party has started. Would you like Mr. Han to come over and have fun?" Ye Tuo said with a smile.

"Of course, we have nothing to do anyway." Han Yue raised his hand and hooked Quan Mingxuan's neck, smiling and said, "Axuan, let's go and have fun together."

Quan Mingxuan didn't have any objections. He turned to look at Quan Jingwu and Quan Jingwu and asked, "Jian Qing, do you want to go together?"

"No, just go by yourself." Jian Qing shook her head. She had never been interested in those parties.

"Let's go." Quan Jingwu took Jian Qing's hand and they left together.

"Master Jing seems to listen to Miss Jian's words!" Ye Tuo sighed as he watched the two people walking away.

Han Yue sneered, "That's called pampering a wife!"

After saying that, Ye Tuo was stunned for a moment, and then went to the party with Han Yue.

The party held in the bungalow seemed to be very lively, and the loud electronic music seemed to be heard in the yard.

Jian Qing returned to the room and lay lazily on the sofa. It was torture to eat too much!

"My dear, the bath water has been put away." Quan Jingwu rolled up his sleeves and came out of the bathroom.

Jian Qing watched him standing in front of the closet, rummaging around, then got up and walked over, "Xiao Jing, what are you looking for?"

"Your pajamas," he said.

Jian Qing said oh, and when she saw the clothes he took out from the closet the next second, she suddenly lost her composure.

"Why did you bring this?"

The white silk nightgown with suspenders was not the same one that Yifei had given her when they were at the Quan family's old house.

Quan Jingwu hooked his nightgown with his fingertips and raised his eyebrows calmly, "I brought it here conveniently."

Jian Qing, "..."

smoothly?

Well, he was really good with his hands. There was nothing wrong with him, but he picked up this nightgown.

She suddenly felt regretful that she had asked him to pack her luggage that day. This was just to trick her.

"I won't wear this," she said firmly.

Quan Jingwu curled his lips and smiled evilly, "Then what do you want to wear?"

"My own pajamas, of course." Short-sleeved shorts, no problem.

After he finished speaking, he said apologetically, "My dear, I forgot to bring your pajamas, so you can only wear this at night."

Suddenly, Jian Qing's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Tell me again."

Say it again, she promises not to beat him to death!

He forgot to bring her pajamas, but he remembered to bring this nightgown. He really thought she was so easy to deceive!

"My dear, when I was packing my luggage that day, I asked you what you wanted to bring. You said you would let me figure it out myself." He suppressed a smile in his eyes and said unhurriedly.

Jian Qing's expression changed, and she suddenly remembered that she was busy eating cake and responded to him casually, so now he wants to blame her?

He continued, "How about this, you wear my shirt?"

Jian Qing glanced at the shirts hanging in the closet from the corner of her eye, and the corners of her mouth trembled. So, did she have no choice now?

One is a nightgown and the other is a shirt?

No, she had other clothes to wear, so why did she have to wear pajamas.

Thinking of this, Jian Qing raised her red lips and looked at him provocatively, "I don't want either of these. I'll wear this."

As she spoke, she reached out and took out a set of casual clothes from the closet.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the clothes in her hands and said quietly, "My dear, do you still remember the condition you promised me before the race?"