Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Luo stood beside Jian Qing calmly, with a faint smile on his lips, turning a blind eye to the looks from everyone.

Yang Xiang sneered, stood up, walked towards Jian Qing, and stood still in front of her.

"Jian Qing, why are you pretending to be confused here? You dared to bring someone here, why don't you have the guts to admit it?"

As she said that, her eyes were exposed on Jian Luo.

"Yang Xiang, besides spitting feces, can your mouth do anything else?" Jian Qing chuckled, and her poisonous tongue skills soared, killing Yang Xiang in an instant.

"Jian Qing, you..." Yang Xiang became angry and raised his hand to hit Jian Qing.

Jian Luo's eyes turned cold behind her sunglasses. As long as Yang Xiang dared to move, he would chop off her claws on the spot.

"Yang Xiang, are you going to accompany Xiang Cheng?" Jian Qing said calmly without rushing away.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xiang's raised hand froze in mid-air, and a hint of timidity flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Lin quickly stood up and pulled Yang Xiang back, "Xiang'er!"

"Jian Qing, don't go too far. I'm not wrong. Isn't the person you brought here your pretty boy? Are you afraid of us telling you if you dare to do it?" Yang Xiang reluctantly withdrew his hand and looked at her with gritted teeth. Simple and clear.

"For a woman like you who is so frivolous, I don't understand what Master Jing likes about you?"

Jian Luo's fingers tightened, and Jian Qing reached out to hold him.

When Yang Xiang saw Jian Qing's actions, he became more and more outspoken, "Look, your pretty boy is going to complain for you. Why are you stopping him? I want to see what he can do to me."

The An family watched quietly, and no one stood up to speak for Jian Qing.

Jian Qing was used to this. She would find it strange if any of them stood up to defend her.

"An Rong!" An Zhonghui reminded.

No matter what, the fact that Jian Qing came to the old house today must be the intention of the old man. For the sake of the old man, he couldn't make things too tense.

Facing the warning in her father's eyes, An Rong had no choice but to stand up and pull her daughter, "Xianger, stop talking."

"I don't." After finally catching Jian Qing's scandal, how could Yang Xiang be willing to let it go and break away from An Rong's hand.

He turned around and looked up at Jian Qing with an expression of disgust, "Like mother, like daughter. Jian Qing, you have learned a lot from your mother."

As soon as they spoke, everyone's expressions changed. It was too late for Yang Lin to stop her sister.

Instantly, the temperature in the living room turned freezing.

An Chong glanced at An Rong displeasedly, as if blaming her for her incompetence in teaching her daughter.

An Rong didn't expect her daughter to speak so impulsively and without thinking at all. Thinking of Xiang Cheng's fate lying on the hospital bed, she immediately stared at Jian Qing warily, fearing that she would take action against Yang Xiang.

It's just that she was guarding against Jian Qing, but she couldn't guard against Jian Luo.

The smile on Jian Qing's lips disappeared, and frost formed in her eyes. This time she did not stop Jian Luo.

Seeing Jian Luo walking towards her, Yang Xiang sneered indifferently.

"Young face, there is no room for you to speak here. I advise you to do it anyway."

Before she could finish speaking, Jian Luo interrupted her with a cold voice, "Say what you just said again."

"Wha, what?" Yang Xiang was stunned.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Lin was not stupid like Yang Xiang, and there was something fishy about Jian Luo's gestures.

This doesn't look like the aura that a pretty boy can have.

"Get out!" Jian Luo glanced at her and said coldly.

Yang Xiang was not happy that her sister had been humiliated. She pulled away Yang Lin who was protecting her and stared at Jian Luo with contempt.

"What's your attitude? This is your home, not a place where you can run wild."

"Are you done?" Jian Luo asked in a calm voice.

Yang Xiang was stunned, "You..."

"Ha!" A sneer escaped from his lips and dispersed in the air.

Almost at the same time, Jian Luo raised his hand and lowered it.

"Snapped--"

A loud and clear slap echoed in the living room.

The movements were as fast as lightning, and everyone barely reacted and were dumbfounded.

Yang Xiang's fair cheek instantly became red and swollen, and a slap mark was faintly visible.

Burning pain came from her face. She raised her hands to cover her face and looked at the man who slapped her in disbelief.

"You, you dare to slap me?"

When she grew up, her parents never slapped her, but this pretty boy in front of her actually slapped her.

Jian Luo waved his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at her, "You're the one I'm beating."

The elegant and gentle voice was filled with chill, arrogant and evil.

Everyone looked at him and couldn't help but think of Jian Qing.

This arrogance is really strangely similar.

"Ha!" Jian Qing laughed hoarsely, looking at Jian Luo indulgently.

"Ah, I'm not done with you!" Yang Xiang screamed hysterically, clawing at Jian Luo with her sharp nails.

However, to settle the score, she obviously underestimated the opponent's force value.

Jian Luo stepped back, with a sneer on his lips.

"That's enough!" An Zhong stood up and shouted sternly.

Although An Rong was furious, she did not dare to challenge her father's authority, so she and Yang Lin quickly pulled Yang Xiang back.

"Mom, let me go. I want to kill him. He dares to hit me. I won't let him go. Never."

She roared and kicked in Jian Luo's direction, looking like a crazy woman.

"Yang Xiang, how rude are you!" An Zhonghui shouted displeased.

After being yelled at by him, Yang Xiang calmed down a little, met his gloomy gaze, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Grandpa, it's obviously his fault, I..."

"Okay, just stay quiet." An Zhonghui said impatiently.

Yang Xiang was silent and was pulled aside by An Rong.

After dealing with her, An Zhonghui turned to Jian Qing and said expressionlessly.

"Jian Qing, since the old man admits that you are from the An family, please take care of the An family's face. I hope there won't be a second rumor like yesterday's."

Jian Qing listened, her face expressionless and emotionless.

"As for the man you brought, since he beat Yang Xiang, if you ask him to apologize, this matter will be over." An Zhonghui is used to being in high positions, and his tone of voice is a bit intolerant. He spoke as if giving orders to his subordinates.

Jian Qing glanced at Yang Xiang and saw her staring at Jian Luo fiercely. She curled her lips coldly and said, "Yang Xiang, IQ is a good thing. If you have it, remember to use it. If you don't, then speak less." , otherwise it will expose your poor and limited IQ, which will be very bad luck. "

Hearing this, Jian Luo raised the corners of her lips and couldn't help laughing.

As expected of his sister, her poisonous tongue skills are still as powerful as ever.

"Jian Qing, you-" Yang Xiang's face turned red and he rushed over menacingly.

"If you want to go to the hospital and stay for two days, just come over." After Jian Qing's light words fell, Yang Xiang stopped suddenly.

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