Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Does it look like it?" Mo Xiao urged in a calm voice.

"Lord, let me take another look."

Xing Sen's eyes wandered back and forth between the two photos. Just in terms of appearance, there was no comparison between the two.

Although that person was the one his master loved deeply, to be honest, Jian Qing's beautiful face was something that few could match.

However, their eyes are quite similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Thinking of this, Xing Sen vaguely understood why his master was so excited just now.

He raised his head to look at Mo Xiao and said hesitantly, "My lord, except for the slight similarity in the eyes and eyebrows, the rest..."

The next words were not finished, but Mo Xiao also knew what he was going to say.

His eyes darkened slightly, he put the photo frame back in the drawer and walked back to the sofa.

The photos in the document bag are scattered on the sofa. Most of them are photos of Jian Qing, and a few are of Jian Luo.

Mo Xiao glanced at the photos on the sofa, and his eyes suddenly stopped on one of the photos.

Isn't this the young man he met when he was assassinated a while ago?

He leaned over and reached for the photo.

"My lord, that's Jian Qing's younger brother, Jian Luo." Xing Sen glanced at the photo and explained.

Hearing this, a strange color flashed across Mo Xiao's eyes.

"Why don't you have any information on them?"

This portfolio is all photos and nothing else.

There was a strange look on Xing Sen's face, "My lord, it's strange to say that the information on Jian and Qing is blank. Except for what was found on the surface, the rest was not found."

Their intelligence collection network was deployed, but nothing was found. The Jian Qing siblings were quite mysterious.

"Can't find it?" Mo Xiao looked at the two photos in his hand. The two siblings looked quite similar, especially the eyes, which were almost identical.

"Yes." Xing Sen nodded, "The old man should know better."

Mo Xiao sat down and leaned back on the sofa.

"Take care of the matters at hand as soon as possible and return to the capital in a few days."

Xing Sen, "Yes."

"You should go out first." Mo Xiao raised his hand and rubbed his brow.

Xing Sen nodded and then retreated.

In an instant, Mo Xiao was the only one left in the study.

He looked down at the two photos, his eyes lingering on Jian Qing's photo for a long time.

The eyes of these two children were exactly the same as his Weiwei.

Is it really just a coincidence?

Outside the corridor, Xing Sen was thinking thoughtfully as he walked.

"Xing Sen, what are you thinking so deeply about?"

A voice came towards him, and Xing Sen looked up.

"Ning Feng."

The visitor was wearing a white shirt and looked elegant.

"I heard that the Lord is back?" Ning Feng looked past him and towards the study at the end of the corridor.

Xing Sen nodded, "In the study."

"By the way, have you shown the file bag I put in the study to the master?" Ning Feng asked.

Xing Sen looked at him and said, "Have you read what's in that document bag?"

"Look." Ning Feng said.

Hearing this, Xing Sen told Ning Feng what had just happened in the study.

A flash of expectation flashed in Ning Feng's eyes. The first time he saw the photo, he was shocked. The eyes of the two children were so similar to the woman their master cared about.

"Xing Sen, have you noticed that those two children are not very similar to Mr. An?" Especially Jian Qing, there is no resemblance to An Chong at all, but Jian Luo is somewhat similar. .

"What do you mean?" Xing Sen looked at him doubtfully.

He knew that Ning Feng's thoughts were always more delicate than his. Did he know anything else?

Ning Feng curled his lips, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "Jian Qing and Second Master An are not alike at all, but Jian Luo is somewhat similar, but that's all."

When I heard that the twins were not An Chong's children, I'm afraid it was true that there was no smoke without fire.

Xing Sen couldn't bear the fact that he spoke half the words and kept the other half, so he urged, "But what?"

Ning Feng looked around and pulled Xing Sen aside.

"Why are you so mysterious? If you have anything to say, just say it." Xing Sen asked.

Ning Feng coughed lightly and lowered his voice, "Do you think Jian Luo is a bit like the Lord?"

To be honest, outsiders may think that Jian Luo and An Chong look alike at first glance, but people who see the Lord often will definitely find that the charm between Jian Luo's brows is actually very similar to that of the Lord. After all, An Chong and An Chong Their masters are brothers, so it is normal for them to be somewhat similar.

The authorities are blind to the onlookers, and the Lord may not have noticed this.

"Wha, what?" Xing Sen was startled, and his speech was a little slurred.

"How is this possible? Don't talk nonsense."

For so many years, the head of his family has always been thinking about someone in his heart.

Ning Feng guessed that he would react like this and rolled his eyes at him, "I know you don't believe it, just take another look."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and clicked on a photo.

"Look carefully."

Xing Sen looked at Jian Luo's photo on his phone and studied it carefully.

When Ning Feng said this, the more he saw it, the more he felt that what he said made sense.

Although An Chong is somewhat similar to their master, they have been with their master for so many years, and they know very well what kind of charm their master has in his eyebrows.

"It's indeed quite similar."

Ning Feng put away his phone and said quietly, "According to the information I found, in addition to Grandpa An, even An Chong dislikes Jian Qing and her brother. Think about it, if Jian Qing and her brother really have nothing to do with the An family, would Grandpa An protect them so much?"

"But the master..." Xing Sen scratched his head and looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Ning Feng knew what he wanted to say, and a dark color flashed in his eyes, "Do you still remember the master being framed by his mother?"

After saying that, Xing Sen looked at him in horror, "How is it possible?"

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

He remembered that when they arrived that year, the woman had disappeared.