Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

The sound of slamming door echoed in the corridor.

Mo Xiao lowered his eyes and glanced sideways at the steaming stew pot on the table, not even thinking about moving it.

He walked over, picked up the wine glass, and walked to the terrace outside the French window.

Under the night, his tall and straight back looked a little more lonely.

He looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the night sky, the dark light flickering in his eyes flickering on and off, faintly quenching some inseparable longing.

Weiwei, please don’t be so cruel to me in the next twenty years.

Come back to me!

…

The next day.

Mo Xiao's biological clock was always on time. When An Zhonghui and others walked into the dining room, he was already sitting in the dining room, reading a newspaper in his hand.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

An Yu and the other juniors behaved well and shouted respectfully.

In the An family, apart from the most majestic old man, the person they fear most is not An Zhonghui, but the cold man in front of them, An Zhe.

Mo Xiao closed the newspaper, glanced at them lightly, and said "hmm" lukewarmly.

An Zhonghui sat down at the front seat, facing Mo Xiao. When he saw him put down the newspaper and stand up to leave, he frowned, but still didn't say anything.

However, Zhou Qin was obviously not happy.

"Azhe, won't you eat more?"

It's been a long time since I've been back home. Don't you even want to have breakfast with them?

Mo Xiao pushed the chair away and said softly, "No need, I'm done eating."

After saying that, he raised his feet and left without looking back.

Zhou Qin was so angry that she suddenly had no intention of eating breakfast.

"Okay, it's rare for Azhe to come back, so don't argue with him." An Zhonghui picked up the chopsticks and reminded him.

Zhou Qin nodded reluctantly.

In the living room, Ning Feng and Xing Sen had just returned from outside.

Seeing Mo Xiao, the two of them approached him.

Xing Sen was the first to speak and said, "Sir, the old man has been discharged from the hospital."

Hearing this, Mo Xiao frowned slightly, "What's going on?"

"I heard that the old man insisted on being discharged from the hospital. He should be on his way back now." Xing Sen said.

He couldn't figure this out. Could it be that the old man couldn't stay in the hospital because his master had come back?

Apart from this explanation, he couldn't think of any other explanation.

"My lord, do you want to cancel today's trip?" Ning Feng asked.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Xiao turned around and walked to the sofa, sat down on the sofa, and said coldly, "Cancel it for now."

Ning Feng nodded and stood aside with Xing Sen.

"Brother!"

A gentle female voice sounded.

Ning Feng and the other two looked at the sound, and when they saw the person coming, a flash of ridicule and displeasure flashed deep in their eyes.

An Rong wore a blue slim-fitting suit, a typical look of a wealthy lady.

She went downstairs and came over. She was about to sit down next to Mo Xiao, but was given up by a cold look from him.

She smiled and walked to the sofa farther away from him to sit down.

"Brother, we haven't seen each other for almost a year. How are you doing abroad?" She asked with a smile on her face, pretending to be affectionate.

Mo Xiao crossed his legs, his big hands hanging casually on his knees. The cold air radiating from his body kept people away, and he had no intention of talking to An Rong.

After not seeing his response for a long time, with Ning Feng and two people watching next to him, An Rong felt that her face was dull, and a hint of sullenness flashed in her eyes.

It's a pity that she still has something to ask of him, and she can't even show any dissatisfaction on her face.

"Brother, there is actually something I want to talk to you about."

Ning Feng glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and sneered in his heart, the weasel was not well-intentioned when he paid New Year greetings to the chicken. This is the kind of person he was talking about.

Before your butt gets hot, you can no longer hold back your wolfish ambitions.

An Rong carefully observed Mo Xiao's face and said softly, "Brother, mom is actually just worried about you and afraid that you will be alone for the rest of your life, so she is a little anxious. Don't argue with her."

Mo Xiao's expression was calm, and An Rong felt quite confident.

She continued, "Brother, it doesn't matter if you don't get married. I will definitely stand by you, but think about it, when you get old, you must have someone by your side to show you filial piety."

"So?" Mo Xiao had an unknown smile on his lips and glanced at her lightly.

An Rong thought he was interested in her words, and the smile on her face deepened, "Brother, Lin'er and Xiang'er have always admired and respected you. I was thinking about letting one of them adopt your name. This way, when you get old, there will be someone who can take care of you, what do you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coldness on Mo Xiao's body became even more obvious.

It's a pity that An Rong, who is immersed in her own world, has no vision at all.

Ning Feng and Xing Sen looked at each other, with a hint of ridicule flashing in their eyes.

Haha, it's really a calculation.

Wait until their master is old to fulfill their filial piety?

You're trying to trick a three-year-old child.

After taking so many detours, they just wanted to covet the property of their master.

"An Rong, you might as well ask grandpa for his opinion on this." Mo Xiao's eyes turned cold and his tone was cold.

Ever since what happened that year, Mo Xiao has been calling them by their first names.

The smile on An Rong's face froze, and her voice became a little weaker, "...Brother, I don't mean anything else. If you don't like it, forget it."

The last time she only slightly mentioned this matter in front of the old man, she was almost kicked out of the old house. Now she doesn't dare to make trouble for herself again.

Mo Xiao glanced sideways at her and ignored her.

At this time, An Zhonghui and others also came out of the dining room one after another. As soon as they arrived in the living room, they felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"Second sister-in-law, why don't you see your second brother?" Seeing Zhao Xuan and others, An Rong quickly changed the subject and asked.

When she asked, everyone realized that no one seemed to see An Chong this morning.

Zhao Xuan's eyes flashed and she said with a faint smile, "A Chong has been busy with some things recently and went out early in the morning."

"Why is great-grandpa back?"

An Yu looked up and saw the person approaching outside the door, her voice a bit surprised.

Hearing this, everyone looked towards the door.

Ignoring everyone's stunned looks, Mo Xiao stood up and went to greet him.

He stretched out his hand to support Old Mrs. An, and slowed down his pace with his long legs.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave the hospital so quickly?"

His low voice contained a hint of disapproval and concern.

There was a smile in the corner of Mrs. An's eyes, and he said carelessly, "It's nothing serious. Anyway, there is a family doctor in the old house."

The two people's voices were neither too loud nor too quiet, waking up the rest of the people in the living room.

"Dad, why don't you take a good rest in the hospital? Why are you in such a hurry to be discharged?" An Zhonghui asked with concern.

Mr. An sat down on the sofa, and the smile on his face gradually faded away. He was not as gentle as he had been to Mo Xiao just now. "Staying in the hospital is so boring, it would be better to just come back to the old house."

When An Zhonghui saw this, he didn't say anything more. Seeing that the time was almost up, he asked someone to prepare the car to go out.

"Dad, please have a good rest. I have a few meetings to attend later, so I'll leave first."

Mr. An waved his hand. He didn't come back specifically to see them.

Now that I'm gone, my ears are quiet.

As soon as he left, An Yu also left to go to work.