Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

What were these two talking about? It's been almost an hour and they still haven't come in.

Could it be that he drank too much?

Before she could think about it, the two people outside the courtyard came back.

She looked at the two of them with her eyes, making sure that they were not drunk, and then she felt relieved.

"It's getting late." Quan Jingwu put down his wine glass and glanced at Mo Xiao vaguely, obviously giving an order to expel the guest.

Mo Xiao seemed not to hear and sat firmly on the sofa.

"Uncle An, my dear, you got up early today and need to go to bed early at night." Quan Jingwu opened his thin lips lightly and directly used Jian Qing as the reason.

Mo Xiao subconsciously looked at Jian Qing. Jian Qing saw that it was indeed getting late and nodded following Quan Jingwu's words.

"You should go back and rest early."

My precious daughter has spoken, and Mo Xiao doesn't want to leave anymore.

He stood up slowly, "Then you have a good rest."

"Yeah." Jian Qing nodded.

The two of them escorted Mo Xiao to the door. As soon as the door opened, a cold wind rushed in.

Jian Qing reflexively leaned towards Quan Jingwu.

"Then I'll leave first."

Mo Xiao stood at the door, looking at Jian Qing with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Jian Qing nodded lightly. When she saw the thin shirt on his body from the corner of her eye, she frowned slightly and a flash of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

Just as Mo Xiao stepped down the steps, she spoke urgently.

"etc!"

Before she finished speaking, when Mo Xiao turned around, she had already rushed back into the house.

After a while, she ran out again.

Mo Xiao was stunned. Before he could react, a shopping bag came into his eyes.

"this is for you."

As he said that, a flash of awkwardness quickly flashed across Jian Qing's face.

Mo Xiao stretched out his hand to take it and looked at her puzzled, "What is this?"

"It's getting cold, so wear more clothes." She looked away and said softly.

Hearing this, Mo Xiao smiled, and his gorgeous smile made his handsome face even more heart-stopping.

The saying that a daughter is her father's caring little cotton-padded jacket is indeed true.

He looked down at the shopping bag, reached out and took out the jacket inside.

When he saw the trademark that had not yet been removed from the coat, excitement rolled in his chest.

His little cotton-padded jacket bought him clothes.

This realization made him so happy that he almost went to heaven.

Quan Jingwu glanced at him and chuckled in his heart.

His baby bought him more clothes, but he only had one. It seemed that baby still loved him the most.

Mo Xiao glanced at Jian Qing softly, then waved his hand and put the black windbreaker on him. The size was just right, making his body taller and taller.

Jian Qing took a secret look and saw that he was dressed appropriately, with a slight curl in the corner of her lips.

Mo Xiao tightened his collar, looked at Jian Qing expectantly, and asked tentatively, "Can I still come tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid not." Quan Jingwu said quietly.

Mo Xiao's mouth twitched.

This brat got into trouble with him, right?

Jian Qing smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke and quickly stood between the two of them.

She looked at Mo Xiao and said warmly, "We are going to attend a banquet tomorrow night, so we are not at home."

Seeing his precious daughter, Mo Xiao's face put on a fatherly smile again.

"Can I come the day after tomorrow?"

Quan Jingwu didn't like him coming, so he kept coming more and more, which made him angry to death.

Jian Qing hesitated for a moment, and when she saw the hope hidden in his eyebrows, she even spoke out her words of rejection.

After all, she agreed, "Okay."

Mo Xiao grinned and gave Quan Jingwu a proud look.

Did you see it? It doesn’t matter what you say, it’s Qing’er’s opinion that counts.

Quan Jingwu's eyes gradually narrowed, childish!

"It's windy outside, go back quickly and don't catch a cold." Mo Xiao turned his head to look at Jian Qing and said softly.

"Then let's go in first." Quan Jingwu followed suit and pulled Jian Qing into the house.

The door slammed shut, and the cold wind rustled.

Mo Xiao looked at the closed door and his handsome face darkened. Then when he saw the coat on his body, his mood brightened again.

He smiled lowly and turned to leave.

Inside the house, Jian Qing was sitting on the sofa, looking at the man standing in front of her, dumbfounded.

"Xiaojing, what are you doing?"

Quan Jingwu looked at her condescendingly. Suddenly, he spread his big hands and asked, "Where's mine?"

"Huh?" Jian Qing was confused.

"He has clothes, what about me?"

"Didn't I buy you a lot before?" There are still a lot of clothes in the cloakroom that have not had their labels removed.

"That's different." He said.

"Why is it different?" Jian Qing held her forehead.

"It's just different anyway."

"..."

Why does it feel like he's trying to trick her again?

Did she think too much?

However, a certain man's words in the next second proved that her guess was not wrong.

"So you have to make it up to me."

"compensate?"

She glanced at him and laughed.

"dream."

Unexpectedly, the man nodded with a serious face, "It's getting late, it's really time to sleep and dream."

With that said, he scooped her into his arms.

"..."

Jian Qing was depressed.

She suspected that Bai Jue and the others were lying when they said she had a venomous tongue. It was clear that every time she confronted him, he always had the upper hand verbally.

…

next day

A large truck drove into Shijin Palace and stopped in front of a villa.

Xing Sen stood at the door, directing the workers to move things in.

Ning Feng walked out of the house and looked at the big truck parked at the door, one with two heads.

"How much is left?"

"See for yourself." Xing Sen pointed to the big truck at the door.

Ning Feng looked along his line of sight, the corners of his eyes trembling.

Don't tell him that the remaining half a truckload of stuff was also ordered by their master.

Xing Sen looked at his reaction and said, "This is still the first car, there will be a second car later."

"Wha, what?" Ning Feng dug his ears and his eyes widened.

And a second car?

Are their masters moving the entire department store into their home?

Since Jian Qing came here that night, Mo Xiao asked Xing Sen and the two to contact the decoration designer to redesign and renovate the two rooms upstairs after she left.

There will be more later...