Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Sister, you haven't answered the question I just asked." Jian Luo let Jian Qing ruffle his hair, and lowered his body motionlessly to cooperate with her, clearly showing his sister-control attributes.

Jian Qing looked at the chicken coop-like hair with satisfaction. The messy hair made the gentle and handsome face a little more unruly. She retracted her hand and dropped it by her side, "Well, I don't know yet, but I won't let it go." You’ve been waiting a long time.”

The ambiguous words made Jian Luo grimace. Seeing that she obviously didn't intend to say more, she immediately swallowed back any further questions that came to her lips.

Forget it, he doesn't have to worry too much about his sister's shady character. Anyway, so far, he doesn't seem to have seen anyone who can take advantage of her, even the shady masters Bai Jue and Black Jack. He didn't dare to provoke his sister at will. Those people in the capital should not be as scary as Black Jack and Bai Jue.

"Sister, when will you leave?"

"tomorrow."

"Have you told grandpa?"

"Not yet, come with me."

After finishing her words, Jian Qing turned around and walked towards the door. Jian Luo followed her with two or three steps at a time.

"Da da da."

In the luxurious living room, the sound of the pendulum swinging was particularly clear, making the living room even more empty.

After going downstairs, the living room was empty. Jian Luo frowned. At this point, shouldn't his grandfather be here drinking tea and reading the newspaper?

Just when I was about to find someone, before I had even taken two steps, a middle-aged man walked in. With his burly body and steady pace, it was obvious at first glance that he had some training.

"Miss, Master!"

Uncle Qin is Jian Qing's close confidant. He helps take care of the manor inside and out. He has watched Jian Qing and Jian Luo grow up, and his sister and brother also treat him very much. Familiarity and intimacy.

"Uncle Qin, where is grandpa?" Jian Luo asked with a smile.

"In the study, the old man is already waiting for you two. Come over quickly." The Chinese character's face was not angry, but his smile was filled with kindness.

Jian Qing nodded and pulled Jian Luo out together.

The door to the study room was not closed, so Jian Luo slipped in first. Before he had even taken two steps, a strong voice rang out, with a faint hint of a smile.

"Luo'er, what are you doing sneakily?"

Jian Luo paused for a moment, then walked in swaggeringly. When he looked at the figure sitting on the sofa not far away with his back to him, he raised his eyebrows.

"Grandpa, how did you know it was me?"

She directly named him even though she hadn't seen him yet. Why didn't she think she was her sister?

My sister is like this, and so is my grandfather. Could it be that they all have special powers?

Jian Qing folded the newspaper and put it aside casually. He looked up at his grandson sitting opposite and couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Qing'er is not as boring as you."

I have played this kind of game so many times, and it has been exposed every time. I will continue to play it next time, and there is no one else who is so bored except him.

The old man sitting upright on the sofa is wearing a plain Tang suit. His angular face can vaguely show his handsome appearance when he was young. The wrinkles on his face show the traces of time. A pair of glasses hangs on his high cheekbones. It added a bit of kindness and elegance to him.

If he hadn't said anything, who would have thought that the kind and elegant old man in front of him was once a powerful underworld boss in Country M.

Jian Luo snorted, "Grandpa, you are partial!"

Jian Qing smiled heartily, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes appeared unconsciously, "I don't favor Xiao Qing'er, who else can I favor?"

His little Qing'er should be pampered, held in the palm of his hand and pampered.

Jian Qing, who walked in from behind, heard the conversation between the old man and Jian Luo and couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle, and called out warmly.

"Grandpa!"

"Xiao Qing'er, come sit here with grandpa." Jian Qing patted the seat next to him and smiled lovingly.

Jian Qing sat down next to Mr. Jian, her legs crossed, her body as soft as if she had no bones, and she lay lazily on the sofa.

Her defenseless look could only be seen in front of the old man. Jian Luo smiled.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Jian Qing glanced at Jian Luo without any trace. When he met the old man's gaze, Jian Luo shrugged helplessly.

He couldn't help but said that even you old man couldn't persuade me, and I was killed in battle.

Jian Qing glanced at Jian Luo with his beard blown, but he had already expected this situation in his heart, and turned to look at Jian Qing.

Sighing softly, "Xiao Qing'er, take care of yourself when you get to the capital. If you feel wronged, tell grandpa that grandpa will support you."

Forget it, since he couldn't stop it, he would do his best to protect her.

Well, my sister still looks cuter like this.