Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Not far away, Jian Qing's red lips curled up slightly, and she concentrated on playing with the plate that was about to be formed in her hand.

"Ellie, stop making trouble and leave quickly." Seeing the bad situation, the man with glasses pulled Ellie and said in a low voice.

"If things get serious, you will be the only one who suffers. Don't forget what happened back then."

Ellie glared at Jian Luo angrily and left reluctantly with the man.

The glass door closed and the drawing room became quiet again.

Ge Di, the cell phone rang suddenly.

Jian Qing took the shaped plate and put it aside carefully, washed her hands, took out her cell phone and saw that it was the call from her family king.

"Xiao Jing!"

"My dear, where are you?" The man's deep voice came over, with a somewhat confusing hoarseness.

"We're at the Ceramic Art Museum, do you want to come over?" Jian Qing asked.

"Well, let's go there now." At the end, Quan Jingwu warned uneasily: "Don't run around."

Jian Qing hummed and hung up the phone.

"Are they both coming?" Jian Luo asked.

Jian Qing nodded: "It seems that I can't eat ice cream today."

"Sister, I think you have no intention of letting me eat it at all." Jian Luo looked at her with a half-smile and said quietly.

Jian Qing admitted frankly and said with a slight smile: "My sister can't eat it. As a younger brother, do you have the nerve to eat alone?"

"..."

Look, look, he guessed it.

Jian Luo fiddled with the clay and saw several small cups on the table next to Jian Qing from the corner of his eye, curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Sister, why did you get so many small cups? Do you want to take them all back?"

"Yes, it's for the baby." When it comes to the child, Jane's clear eyes are filled with a gentle smile, which is better than the bright stars in the night sky.

"You don't need so many for the baby." Jian Luo counted a total of ten small cups.

Jian Qing said: "Be prepared, if it falls, there is something else you can use."

Jian Luo nodded in agreement. It was common for children to bump into each other, so it was appropriate to prepare a few more.

After a while, Quan Jingwu and Black Jack arrived. For Black Jack, this place was not unfamiliar, but for Quan Jingwu, this was really his first time in a place like the Ceramics Museum.

"Xiao Jing, come here!" Jian Qing waved to him, her plain white hands covered with clay, and with a wave of her hand, tiny pieces of clay continued to fall down.

Quan Jingwu walked over, leaned down, hugged her from behind, and kissed her cheek: "Why are you here?"

"Look, do these look good?" Jian Qing pointed at the embryonic mold on the table next to her, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Quan Jingwu pulled his lips: "Did you do it?"

"Well, a cup for the baby."

"Is it all for the baby?" Quan Jingwu was a little jealous and asked repeatedly.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"What about mine?" Quan Jingwu asked.

Jian Qing chuckled. She knew that this person would be jealous. She raised her eyes to the opposite side and said, "Look at that."

Following her line of sight, she saw a pair of cups, the same size and shape, placed on the small table opposite.

"How about we put one for each of us in your office?" Jian Qing looked up at him and said softly.

Quan Jingwu's thin lips curled up slightly, letting out a deep laugh. He lowered his eyes and looked into her clear eyes, and couldn't help but peck her red lips.

"good."

"Ahem, you two calm down, there are still people here." Jian Luo jumped out and said to ruin the atmosphere, with a teasing smile in his eyes.

"You can do it too, Xiaojing and I won't mind." Jian Qing teased back.

Jian Luo immediately fell silent.

"Xiao Jing, do you want to play too?" Jian Qing held his hand playfully and rubbed the clay on his hand.

"Black Jack, how about you two have a competition." Jian Luo agreed, pulling Black Jack into the water.

Although Black Jack has come to the pottery hall once or twice, he always came with Jian Luo. The Earl, who has always been almighty, is helpless with this pottery art.

Black Jack glanced at him helplessly, reached out and hit his head: "You really want me to see how embarrassed you are?"

Jian Luo nodded wildly: "Why don't you get discouraged first? Maybe Quan Jingwu does even worse, but you still have a chance of winning."

What he said made Jian Qing laugh out loud and made Quan Jingwu angry to death.

"Luoluo, you are so full of words, Xiaojing may not lose."

Her family is an almighty king, and she can conquer all the cooking skills, so her pottery skills shouldn't be a problem either.

"Then it's settled, just make a cup alone." Jian Luo stood up, made room for Black Jack, and forced him to sit down.

Jian Qing also followed his example, stood up and gave up his position to Quan Jingwu, and quickly placed a hmm on the side of his face.

"Xiao Jing, I'm optimistic about you."

On the other side, Black Jack saw this scene and immediately looked up at Jian Luo. His deep gaze made Jian Luo panic.

"What?" Jian Luo asked pretending to be confused.

Black Jack raised his lips and smiled: "What do you think?"

Noticing the looks from Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu, Jian Luo turned his head awkwardly, said nothing, and left holding the small cup Jian Qing had just made.

"It's a beautiful thought."

"Haha!" Jian Qing knew that her brother was shy, so she picked up the remaining small cup and followed him to the big table not far away.

The two picked up their pens and began to doodle on the small cups.

Quan Jingwu and Black Jack looked at each other, and the invisible smell of gunpowder smoke spread in the air.

In the following time, the following scene appeared in the drawing room.

The two grown men took a reference book and looked through it, then took the clay and started drawing the clay. It was easy to understand the theory, but once they started practicing, it was either crooked or uneven.

Black Jack frowned as he looked at the crooked prototype. He glanced at Quan Jingwu from the corner of his eye and found that he was in a similar situation to himself, so he felt relieved.

Jian Qing and Jian Luo graffitied very quickly and finished it in almost half an hour. They sent the small cup to the kiln and then came back to watch the results of their battle.

"You two worked for almost an hour, and you just came up with these two things?" Jian Luo looked at the results on the table and tried to hold back her laughter, but in the end she couldn't help but laugh.

Jian Qing didn't laugh as wildly as he did, but her eyebrows and eyes curled up in laughter.

I saw two strange-looking "cups" on the table, but they were more like basins than cups.

Quan Jingwu looked down at his finished product, then looked at Black Jack's work, and said coldly: "What you made looks like something a dog gnawed on."

"Hey, yours looks like it was scratched by chicken claws." Black Jack said sarcastically, not to be outdone.

Quan Jingwu raised his eyes to look at him, and their sharp eyes collided in the air, creating a smell of gunpowder.

"What you make is perfect for dog food."

Black Jack's voice was even colder: "What you made is suitable for cat food."

"The cup you made is too ugly." Now, Mr. Jing's complaint became more straightforward.

Black Jack snorted: "What you did is even uglier."

Every word you say to me makes the smell of gunpowder stronger.

Jian Qing and Jian Luo looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Why did these two people hurt each other?

Childish or not.