Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing's face turned slightly red, and she quickly grabbed the man's big hand holding her clothes with both hands.

"Quan Jingwu, you bastard."

Is it really okay to be so forceful as a horse rider?

Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrows lightly and called him a bastard?

If he didn't do something, wouldn't he be sorry for her "praise"?

Jian Qing's dark pupils widened, looking at the handsome face that enlarged in front of her eyes, a hint of embarrassment appeared deep in her eyes, and she did this again.

She raised her hand to push his chest, but he restrained her even tighter.

"Xiao Jing!"

"Shh, be good."

The man's deep voice sounded like a cello, and it sounded so good.

She felt an inexplicable chill on her body. She squinted her eyes and found that the clothes on her body had been scrapped in the hands of the man at some point.

"...Get out." Jian Qing gritted her teeth.

She didn't have a single piece of clothing on her body, but what he had on him was still intact.

He is not the one who dares to have no clothes.

Being stared at by his deep eyes, Jian Qing broke away and covered his bright eyes, "Don't look at him."

"My dear, will you obey me for once?" He let her cover his eyes and coaxed softly.

Jian Qing bared her teeth, looked around, and turned her eyes.

Suddenly, she stood up, grabbed the shirt on the bed, put it on and ran towards the door.

Just a little bit closer.

Hearing the footsteps of the man chasing after her, she quickly put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it.

However, it can't be turned open.

Apparently, the door was locked.

"..." Damn, I got cheated.

A chuckle sounded from behind, and the man's unique voice sounded faintly, "My dear, I took the key away."

Jian Qing gritted her teeth secretly, turned around, and stared at him accusingly.

Too much, too much.

It's so bullying.

Quan Jingwu stretched out his strong arm and held the man on his shoulder.

The movements are neat and domineering.

"Hey, Xiaojing."

Jian Qing was held on his shoulders, making her almost vomit.

As soon as she struggled, the loose shirt on her body rolled up, revealing her voluptuous waist.

The man's eyes became darker and darker, and he walked faster towards the bed.

"Smelly Xiaojing, you are bullying others."

She patted his back and bit his shoulder with her teeth.

Her petty quarrels, in the eyes of a certain man, undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, held her in his arms with both hands, grabbed the corners of her shirt with his big hands, and tugged hard.

Jian Qing wanted to cry but had no tears.

The man quickly picked up the rabbit costume from the ground and put it on her.

"My dear, just wear it this once, okay?"

Jian Qing glanced sideways at the clothes in his hand and had a plan in mind.

If she doesn't wear this, he will definitely not let her go out. If she wears this, it will be too easy for him.

"I can wear it if you want. There are conditions."

"Huh?" His eyes lit up with interest. "

I am not allowed to restrict my eating of snacks and hot pot within a month. She took the opportunity to make a request, "Next time, let me wear something you wear instead." "

Quan Jingwu nodded readily.

"So refreshing?" Jian Qing looked at him in astonishment, "Will you regret it later?"

"Is it that I have so little credibility with you?" He pulled his lips and smiled evilly.

She nodded, "It's really not credible."

"My dear, I can't wait any longer."

"..." Jian Qing snorted and stopped struggling.

As soon as she cooperated, Quan Jingwu easily put the rabbit costume on her.

After a while, the zipper was closed, and the fluffy rabbit costume was securely put on Jian Qing.

Quan Jingwu stretched out his hand to pull up her hat. The long rabbit ears hung down on both sides. Paired with her delicate face, it was so cute.

Jian Qing met his purple eyes, looked at her reflection in his eyes, and curled her lips.

Uh...that's really bad taste.

"Are you satisfied?" She pulled off her hat and changed out of her bunny costume.

Quan Jingwu took her hand and pulled it hard. The world was spinning, and when Jian Qing raised her eyes, the man's slender body covered her.

"Xiao Jing, you..."

…

Not far outside the police station, a black luxury car was parked under a tree.

The car door opened, An Rong was wearing sunglasses and carrying a bag in her hand, looking like a rich lady.

She walked around to the other side of the car door and reached out to help the people out of the car.

"Mom, slow down."

Zhou Qin got out of the car and looked up to see the police station not far away, with a flash of pain in his eyes.

"Mom, let's go." An Rong supported her and said.

As soon as the two walked in, they immediately attracted the attention of others.

Before coming, An Rong had already established a good relationship, and a man in a green uniform took them to the prison.

The corridor was eerily quiet, and the air felt dank.

"We're here, time is limited." The man reminded.

An Rong raised her chin and nodded, "I understand." The man walked not far away and stood there, leaving room for them to talk.

Because Anman was covered in wounds and was accused of hiring a murderer, she was temporarily placed in a cell alone.

The single bed was made of steel. I don't know how long it had been used. The legs of the bed were somewhat rusty. Anman was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and there were bandages all over his body. He looked quite miserable.

"Aman, Aman..."

Zhou Qin stepped forward, holding the railing with both hands, looking at her daughter lying on the bed, tears falling uncontrollably.

It was the first time An Rong saw her sister in such a miserable state, and she frowned, feeling even more resentful towards Jian Qing in her heart.

As if hearing Zhou Qin's cry, Anman opened his eyelids with difficulty, moved slightly, and pulled the wound on his body, and couldn't help but gasp in pain.

She endured the pain and sat up. When she found that her hands were handcuffed, a look of despair flashed across her face.

"Aman, Mom is here, how is your injury?" Seeing her sitting blankly, Zhou Qin asked in a loud voice.

Anman looked up and saw a joyful look on his face when he saw the people outside the railing.

"Mom, Ah Rong."

She kicked off the quilt and got out of bed with great effort. With a little effort, she pulled the wound on her leg, and the white bandage was instantly stained red with blood.

"hiss--"

She wrinkled her face in pain and limped over. Zhou Qin put her hand into the gap in the railing, and Anman reached out to hold her hand, her eyes turning red.

"mom!"

"Aman, don't worry, mom will definitely find a way to rescue you. You take good care of yourself." Zhou Qin comforted her with a choked voice.

"Mom, thank you." Anman said hoarsely, covering up the tears in his eyes.

In fact, they didn't say it, but she knew very well in her heart that she had little hope of getting out of this cell this time.

That little bitch Jian Qing was determined to put her in jail.

"Sister, why are you so impulsive?" An Rong sighed and said.

Although she also dislikes Jian Qing, hiring a killer to kill her is too risky. What's more, that damn girl Jian Qing now has the power over my big backer. It's absolutely not okay to touch her rashly. Good thing.

In her impression, her sister has always been calmer and more rational than her. Why did she do such an impulsive thing this time?

Anman's eyes darkened, "That bitch Jian Qing ruined my family and Cheng'er, how can she live freely and freely."

"Sister, to tell you the truth, grandpa said that no one can interfere with your matter, not even dad and second brother." An Rong said hesitantly.

Hearing this, Anman's hands dropped weakly, and the hope in his eyes gradually dimmed.

She should have thought of it earlier, shouldn't she?

Grandpa has always been partial to Jian Qing, so how could he help her. And her father probably valued the An family's reputation and face more.

"Aman, please wait patiently. Many people outside are watching our Anjia now. When this period of limelight passes, mom will definitely ask your dad to rescue you." Zhou Qin comforted.

Anman laughed at himself, "Mom, you don't have to comfort me. If Jian Qing doesn't take the initiative to withdraw the lawsuit, she will bite me hard, and even Dad won't be able to do anything about it."

"The time is almost up." A man not far away warned.

Zhou Qin took her hand and said quickly, "Aman, no matter what, you can't give up on yourself first. Mom will save you. She will definitely save you."

"Mom, help me take good care of Cheng'er." Anman said.

"I know."

"Mom, it's time to go." An Rong pulled Zhou Qin and said.

This time they came to the police station without telling their family. It would be bad if they found out.

Zhou Qin reluctantly let go of his hand and left with An Rong.

She took three steps and turned back, her eyes full of unbearable.

Anman watched their figures disappear from sight, slumped on the ground, leaning on the railing, with a depressed look on his face.

The cold cell made it impossible for Anman to enter it one day.

Zhou Qin got into the car, looking exhausted.

An Rong sat aside and remained silent.

Suddenly, Zhou Qin spoke.

"Ah Rong, accompany me to the Shijin Palace tomorrow."

An Rong was slightly surprised, "Mom, why did you die in Jin Haoting?"

"I can't just watch Aman die alone in prison. The only one who can get her out now is Jian Qing."

"Mom, that cheap girl Jian Qing hates us before it's too late. How can she help us?" An Rong said disapprovingly.

Zhou Qin closed her eyes and said in a heavy voice, "No matter what, even if it's just a request, I have to go there."

An Rong saw her determined face and kept silent.

…

Country M

"Ning Feng, you are so hot-tempered, are there ghosts chasing you behind you?"

As soon as Xing Sen came down from upstairs, he saw Ning Feng walking in hastily and looking at him with a bit of surprise.

Ning Feng stopped, his face solemn, "Where is the Lord?"

"In the study, what's wrong?" Xing Sen saw that he was in a hurry, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I have something to tell you, go upstairs."

Ning Feng dragged him and went upstairs.

Ning Feng only let go when he reached the terrace on the second floor.

Xing Sen, "What happened?"

"I have some clues about what I went to investigate last time." Ning Feng lowered his voice.

"Last time?" Xing Sen didn't react for a moment.

"It's just the similarity between Jian Luo and the Lord." He reminded.

Xing Sen suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten.

"How is it going?"

Ning Feng coughed lightly and said slowly, "The woman who was rumored to be raised outside by An Chong was most likely the woman who was with the Lord that night. I checked the hospital where the woman gave birth. Although Most of the information was deliberately erased, but some clues were still found. The woman was picked up by the old man not long after giving birth, and the old man often visited the mother and son during those four years. "

If there is really no blood relationship, why would Mr. An raise children for other people if he has nothing to do when he is full. The only thing that makes sense is that Jian Qing and his brother are indeed of the An family's blood, and they are most likely descended from the head of his family.

You know, the old man has always loved his family master the most.

"Is there any evidence?" Xing Sen's face changed slightly and he asked.

This kind of thing is no joke.

Ning Feng shook his head, "What happened back then was probably that someone deliberately wiped out all the information about that woman in the hospital. The only way to prove it now is to conduct a paternity test directly."

A DNA test will reveal the truth.

"Paternity test?" Xing Sen was stunned.

Ning Feng nodded, then a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, "But Jian Qing and his brother are not simple characters. It is not a simple matter to get their hair for testing."

What's more, it's not easy for the Lord to go through that test. Is it possible for them to tell them directly that the Lord said, Lord, you may have two children?

He swore that if he dared to say that, he would probably be thrown into the sea in the next second.

Xing Sen scratched his head and asked, "What should we do?"

Ning Feng said, "There is no rush in this matter. As long as we return to the capital, we will have the opportunity to meet Jian Qing and his brother sooner or later. There is one more urgent matter now."

"What?" There is nothing more urgent than this.

"I received news from the capital that Amman is in jail." "In jail?"

Xing Sen looked at him with a horrified look on his face and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Anman is indeed in jail, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get out this time." Ning Feng rolled his eyes at him and said.

Xing Sen, "What's going on?"

"I am going to tell the Lord about this. You come with me."

After saying that, Ning Feng turned and walked towards the study, and Xing Sen hurriedly followed.

The two approached the study and found that the study door was not closed.

"Knock knock knock."

Ning Feng raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A mellow and deep voice sounded, and Ning Feng and the others walked in.

"My lord."

The two of them walked to the desk, watched the man lower his head and processed the documents, and shouted respectfully.

"My lord, something happened in the capital." Ning Feng said straight to the point.

Hearing this, Mo Xiao put down his pen and looked away from the document.

"What happened?" Ning Feng said, "Anman entered the police station. If nothing happens, he should stay there for the rest of his life."

Mo Xiao frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"I heard that Anman hired a killer to assassinate Jian Qing, but he was found out, so..." Ning Feng narrated in a calm voice.

"Wait a minute, how is she?" Mo Xiao interrupted him and asked.

Ning Feng was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Anman was slightly injured and is staying in the cell now."

"I'm not asking her, how about the one named Jian Qing?" Mo Xiao said in a deep voice.

Ning Feng and Xing Sen looked at each other, with a flash of astonishment in their eyes.

Did they hear it right just now?

At this time, shouldn't your master care about your own sister?

Ning Feng couldn't help but curse in his heart, is this the nature of father and daughter?

Mo Xiao knocked on the table impatiently, and Ning Feng quickly came to his senses.

"Jian Qing is fine."

Mo Xiao leaned back, feeling inexplicably relieved in his heart.

This inexplicable worry made him feel very strange.

"Go on." Ning Feng nodded and continued, "Aman is now being sent to the police station. The old man heard that no one is allowed to intervene and has no intention of saving Anman. Quan Jingwu also said that, Anyone who dares to bail Amman is working against him.”

It seems that Anman is in doom this time, and even Mrs. An won't help her.

In fact, to be honest, he really has no feelings for his sister.

Mo Xiao lowered his eyes, thoughtfully not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Feng and Xing Sen looked at each other and remained silent.

After a long time, Mo Xiao spoke, "Arrange the matters at hand and return to the capital tomorrow night."

"Yes." Xing Sen said.

"My lord, do you want to talk to the old man first?" Ning Feng asked.

"No need." Ning Feng glanced at him and didn't ask more about the reason.

The two of them retreated, and Mo Xiao was suddenly left alone in the study.

In the corridor, Xing Sen turned his head to look at the people beside him and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you mention that matter to the Lord just now?"

If the Jian Qing siblings are really the Lord's children, then at least let the Lord be mentally prepared first.

"How do you think the Lord would have reacted if I had just said that?" Ning Feng asked without answering.

"Uh-" Xing Sen was speechless.

Well, he couldn't imagine his family master's reaction when he found out.

"What if the Lord can't accept it?" You must know that the Lord has not been close to women for so many years, and he has been looking for the woman named "Wei Wei" wholeheartedly.

However, there are many people named "Weiwei" in the world, and they don't even have a last name, so finding them is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

Ning Feng sneered, "Do you think the Lord can accept it, and Jian Qing and his brother can accept it?"

According to the information he found, Jian Qing and his brother were not that easy to deal with.

Xing Sen, "Is Jian Qing so powerful?"

"How do you think the person Quan Jingwu likes can be so simple?" Ning Feng glanced at him sideways and said.

Xing Sen choked, "..."

This makes some sense.

"Okay, let's quickly deal with the things at hand. We will return to the capital tomorrow night." Ning Feng said.

The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, and everything that should come will come when it reaches the capital.

…

The incident in Amman caused a storm in the capital, but Jian Qing took some time off from her busy schedule.

It's very relaxing to tease Snowball and coax a certain gentleman.

As noon approached, she shuffled downstairs.

Seeing Jian Qing, Snowball pounced on her.

"Snowball, good morning!"

Jian Qing leaned down, touched its big head, and then walked to the kitchen.

Breakfast was prepared on the dining room table, and you knew who prepared it without even thinking about it.

She picked up the milk, bit the straw, and walked to the living room with the pastries.

Just as he was about to sit down, there was a knock on the door.

She put down the pastries, and Snowball lay on the carpet, looking at the pastries on the table eagerly.

Jian Qing opened the door and her eyes flashed slightly when she saw the person standing at the door.

Outside the door, Zhou Qin and An Rong looked at Jian Qing, with an unnatural look in their eyes, and a hint of resentment.

"What are you doing here?" Jian Qing leaned against the door, her movements casual and lazy.

She didn't remember that she invited them as guests.

"Jian Qing, I have something to talk to you about." Zhou Qin looked directly at Jian Qing and said.

Jian Qing narrowed her eyes slightly and had no intention of inviting them in.

"What do we have to talk about?"

An Rong couldn't stand Jian Qing's arrogant look and couldn't help but said, "Jian Qing, after all we are your elders, are you going to let us talk at the door?"

"Elders?" Jian Qing sneered, "It's better not to randomly ask for relatives in broad daylight. I can't afford relatives like you."

"Jian Qing, you..." An Rong took a step forward, her face looking ugly.

"Ah Rong!" Zhou Qin reached out to stop her.

They had something to ask each other for today. For Aman's sake, they must not fall out with Jian Qing, otherwise Aman would really be hopeless.

"Mom, look at her attitude." An Rong glared at Jian Qing fiercely. This little bitch looked just like her vixen mother, both disgusting.

Zhou Qin grabbed her, whispered in her ear, and said, "Ah Rong, think about your sister."

Hearing this, An Rong's eyes darkened and she gritted her teeth to swallow her anger.