Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Suddenly, they turned their heads to look at Jian Qing and Jian Luo at the same time and said in unison.

"My dear, do I look better or does his look better?"

"Luo Xiaobai, which one is more beautiful?"

They were obviously watching a show, but the flames of war suddenly came to them. Jian Qing and Jian Luo expressed their innocence.

Jian Qing and Jian Luo looked at each other and said in tacit agreement: "They both look good."

"No, I have to say which one looks better." Quan Jingwu and Black Jack have a strange tacit understanding on this matter.

With one purple eye and one blue eye, Jian Qing could see that both of them were pretty big.

Jian Qing held her forehead and felt happy.

Okay, I don’t even want to listen to the nice things I said.

She raised her lips and smiled, with a cool smile: "It's not good-looking. You two are already in your early fifties. You are still so childish. Are you ashamed?"

These words touched her heart. Jian Luo stood behind Jian Qing and gave her a thumbs up behind her back.

My sister, I’m so awesome.

The two powerful men in the outside world, faced with Jian Qing's complaints, lowered their heads and looked at their works again.

Although it seems... a bit ugly.

But isn’t there a saying that goes well, it’s so ugly that it has a sense of art.

"Okay, don't be stunned, hurry up and send the things to the kiln." Jian Qing glanced at the two of them and said.

Quan Jingwu took his finished product and threw it into the pile of clay. With a bang, the cup that Black Jack said was gnawed by a dog instantly turned into paste.

Caught off guard, Jian Qing and Jian Luo were stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Jing!" Jian Qing glanced at the dropped cup, came back to her senses, and looked at him in shock.

Quan Jingwu washed his hands, wiped them, and held her slightly cold hands: "It's ugly, don't let it go. I'll get you something nicer next time."

Jian Qing almost laughed, but stopped in time and nodded seriously: "Okay."

Then, there was another snap.

Only, this time it's Black Jack.

His cup, which Quan Jingwu said had been scratched by chicken claws, was tossed out and turned into a pile of mushy clay.

Quan Jingwu has destroyed the stain of his failure. He is not stupid, so why should he leave it to give him a reason to make fun of him?

"Black Jack, why are you throwing it away?" Jian Luo asked knowingly.

Didn't these two people just keep saying that their finished product was very beautiful, but now they threw it away without blinking an eye.

"I'm happy." Black Jack said.

Jian Luo suppressed a laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"Why don't you wear more clothes when you come out? Your hands are so cold." After holding it for a while, the hand wrapped in the palm was still cold, and Quan Jingwu frowned.

Jian Qing chuckled: "It's not cold outside."

Quan Jingwu looked at the thin sweater on her body, took off his own coat without thinking, and put it on for her.

"Get dressed, it's a bit windy outside." The magnetic voice was a little hoarse.

Jian Qing raised her hand so that he could put on her coat. It was too big and almost wrapped her into a rice dumpling when it was worn on her body.

On the side, Jian Luo was holding his mobile phone to reply to the message sent by Bai Jue. Suddenly, a black shadow came over his head, obscuring his sight.

He raised his hand and pulled off his clothes. There was still a cold fragrance on the black coat. As soon as he raised his head, Black Jack's voice came over.

"Put on a shirt and come out. Do you want to take some cold medicine?"

Jian Luo pouted and put on his coat neatly.

After leaving the address, the four of them left the pottery museum together. When they returned to the manor, Mr. Jian and Mo Xiao both went out.

After lunch, the four of them went back to their rooms to rest.

In the evening, when Mr. Jian came back, he saw only Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu in the living room, and asked, "Where are Luo Luo and Black Jack?"

"Black Jack just went out, Luo Luo is probably still sleeping." Jian Qing put down the game console, thinking of the door that the two of them had kept closed all afternoon, and a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

"Why are you still sleeping?" Mr. Jian sat down across from the two of them. Hearing that Jian Luo was still sleeping, he asked worriedly: "Are you feeling unwell? I heard Uncle Qin say that he and Black Jack were caught in the rain when they came back from a run in the morning. Have you caught a cold?"

"It's okay, I probably got up too early in the morning and was catching up on some sleep." Jian Qing comforted her.

Hearing this, Mr. Jian felt relieved and turned to look at her still flat belly to study it.

"Xiao Qing'er, why is your belly still unchanged? Is it because you don't have enough nutrition? Why are you still so thin?"

He remembered that his wife had gained a little weight when she was about three months pregnant with the child. How come she was still so thin when she came to Xiao Qing'er.

"How about you stay here for a while, and I'll ask Uncle Qin to find you a nutritionist and get you some supplements every day."

Jian Qing is now afraid of supplements when she hears them, let alone drinking them every day, which is even more unbearable.

She quickly refused and said, "No, Grandpa, the doctor said that I will be pregnant when I am four months old. This is normal for me and has nothing to do with nutrition."

"It has nothing to do with nutrition. You must keep up with nutrition when you are pregnant. You can't be careless. You will suffer when you give birth to a child." Thinking of the time when his wife gave birth to Weiwei, Mr. Jian still vividly remembered it.

"When your grandma gave birth to Weiwei, she was in pain for several hours. She had to keep up with her nutrition and take good care of her body to have the strength to give birth to the child."

Mr. Jian spoke eloquently, Quan Jingwu frowned, and suddenly realized that a woman giving birth to a child is equivalent to stepping into the gate of hell.

He looked sideways at the person next to him, and the woman's delicate face was reflected in his eyes. Thinking of her giving birth, his heart suddenly twisted into a ball.

His sweet baby was most afraid of pain.

At this moment, he regretted letting her get pregnant so early.

The two of them were so close that no change in his mood could escape Jian Qing's eyes. She raised her head to look at him and held his hand, only to find that his hand was very cold.

"Xiao Jing, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Quan Jingwu said warmly, covering up the darkness in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Jian Qing didn't ask any more, thinking about asking again at night.

After dinner, Quan Jingwu was dragged by Mr. Jian to play chess, while Jian Qing went upstairs to find Jian Luo.

In the corridor, Jian Qing looked at the closed door and knocked twice but no door opened.

"Lolo!"

"Sister, come in."

Through the door, a warm voice came out, carrying a bit of hoarseness as if he had just woken up.

Jian Qing held the doorknob, twisted it slightly, opened the door and walked in.

In the room, only a small lamp beside the bed was on.

"You've been sleeping all afternoon, aren't you going to get up?" Jian Qing reached out to turn on the light and said jokingly.

Jian Luo stuck his head out, his chestnut hair messed up into a bird's nest.

He sat up, his head a little groggy: "Isn't Black Jack back yet?"

"Ask Black Jack right from the start, tsk tsk, newlyweds are just different." Jian Qing stood beside the bed, folded her hands on her chest, and teased with a smile.