Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 689 Little Nymphomaniac (3)

Black Jack walked up to him and raised his hand to ruffle his chestnut hair: "You like them all?"

"Um."

"Then buy them all." Black Jack said without any pressure.

"After the toy room in the manor is completed, I will have these things delivered."

Jian Luo looked at him with a smile: "There are so many, what if the toy room can't fit in them?"

"If you can't let it go, take it to our castle. Then the babies will also have fun in the castle." Black Jack said.

"Um."

After reaching an agreement, Black Jack gave a few instructions to the manager here, and then left with his "favourite".

The next day, the news that Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing went to the hospital broke out from nowhere, and the news that Jian Qing was pregnant also spread like wildfire. When they heard the news, some people were happy and some were sad.

The light was dim and the whole office smelled of alcohol.

On the luxurious leather sofa, the man's slender body was lying across his body. His neat shirt had a few buttons unbuttoned, and it was wrinkled. His angular chin had green stubble, completely lacking his usual high spirits.

He moved and kicked the empty wine bottle on the ground with his toes, making a crisp sound.

"Jian Qing, Jian Qing..."

The murmuring voice was like murmuring in a dream. The man grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured a few gulps into his mouth.

After a few sips, half of the bottle of wine was lost in an instant.

"Dong dong dong -"

There was a very rhythmic knock on the door, three times in a row.

"President!"

"Go away, leave me alone."

Chu Yihen growled impatiently.

The special assistant outside the door trembled and left quickly.

Chu Yihen struggled to sit up. From the corner of his eye, he saw the scattered photos on the sofa. He reached out and took one. Looking at the delicate face of the woman in the photo, he smiled bitterly.

Jian Qing, Jian Qing, why did you choose Quan Jingwu? Does love really come first?

Why am I inferior to him? Why don't you just smile at me?

Even a look or a smile is fine.

But why are you so stingy to me?

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he threw the wine bottle in his hand fiercely.

bump.

The wine bottle fell to the ground, completely shattered.

"Jian Qing, sooner or later, you will be mine, you will definitely..." There was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes, and he murmured through gritted teeth.

After a long time, Chu Yihen put away the photos on the sofa, stood up, walked to the desk with empty steps, opened the drawer, and put all the photos in.

He supported the table with one hand, shook his head slightly, closed the drawer, took the remote control and pressed it. The curtains were retracted from the middle to both sides, and bright light poured in, dispersing the darkness in the room.

The bright light outside the window made him squint his eyes in discomfort. He smiled coldly, turned around and walked into the lounge in the office.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the lounge opened. Chu Yihen had already changed out of his clothes. His black suit was clean and straight, and he instantly regained his previous clear and elegant appearance.

He glanced over to the sofa and saw that the wine bottles and glass shards on the floor had been cleared away.

"President." The special assistant pushed the door in and called cautiously.

Chu Yihen raised his chin slightly: "Well, the meeting will be delayed for five minutes."

"yes."

The special assistant nodded respectfully, turned around and walked out.

Chu Yihen took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Have the arrangements been made?"

"I understand, no need to wait, let's do it."

"Remember to do it cleanly and leave the capital immediately as soon as you receive the person."

His cold voice ordered the person on the other end of the phone methodically, with an unfathomable glint in his eyes.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Yihen raised his feet and walked out, Xin Chang's back looking more solemn.

"Kahn, where did you die?"

In the living room, Thea burst into her soprano voice.

She was holding the cat in both hands, yes, she was holding it high in her hands, as if she were holding an ancestor, and the expression on her face could be described as wanting to cry without tears.

She shouted so loudly that the strange thing was that the cat was not frightened by her loud voice, but instead giggled happily.

Before the sound left the room, Kahn ran downstairs quickly.

That speed was like stepping on two hot wheels.

"What happened?"

"Mao Mao peed all over me again. You hurry up and help her change clothes. I'm going to change clothes too." Thea put Mao Mao into Kahn's arms and was annoyed when she saw the little one's smile.

"Mao Mao, labor and management are the ones who worked hard to conceive and give birth to you for ten months. How can you pee on me every time? You little nympho, labor and management are no longer with you."

When she mentioned this, two lasagne noodles were shed on Thea's face. She was the one who got peed all over her body every time. This girl was so unkind, why didn't she pee on Kahn?

It's simply sexist. She laughs happily when she sees Kahn. She has the potential to be a little nympho since she was a child. As a mother, she is very melancholy.

Who did you inherit this from?

"Daddy's little princess, daddy will take you to change into a beautiful little dress." Kahn hugged the cat with a standard daddy smile.

"Why does daddy's little princess smile so beautifully? Come on, daddy gives her a kiss."

Kahn kissed him, and Maomao smiled even more cheerfully.

And Thea looked at the father and daughter, looking at the sky at forty-five degrees, feeling depressed.

As promised, my daughter loves her the most?

Kahn quickly changed Maomao's clothes. When he came back with Maomao in his arms, he saw Thea standing in the living room still wearing the same clothes. He walked over and touched her shoulder.

"Aren't you going to change clothes? Why don't you go?"

"Fuck you." Thea said in a very unhappy mood.

Kahn was not annoyed. He looked her up and down and laughed loudly: "How about I change it for you? The cats have been changed. I can't favor one over the other."

As he spoke, he held Maomao in one hand and reached out to her with the other.

Seeing this, Thea quickly stepped back and slapped his hand away: "Crazy, who wants you to change it for me? Take your dirty hands back."

"Hold your little princess and don't mess with me."

After a bunch of curses, Thea ran upstairs with oil on her soles.

Kahn looked at her fleeing back and smiled unbridled.

When he smiled, the cat also laughed with him.

The laughter of father and daughter was wonderfully synchronized.

"Maomao, your mother is so ungrateful. You must be more ladylike in the future." Kahn lowered his head and looked at the little pink and jade figure in his arms, and stretched out his hand to tease her.

Although Maomao is small, he is very strong. His soft little fingers grabbed Kahn's hand and pulled tightly, causing shallow pear dimples to appear on his pink cheeks.

"Daddy's little princess, why are you so painful? Kiss her again." Kahn looked at his daughter with a sweet smile and couldn't help but kiss her again.

Thea changed clothes and came down, and saw Kahn holding the cat, kissing and hugging it, lifting it up high, stepping on the floor harder, deliberately making noise.

"Thea, there are washed fruits on the table." Kahn saw her, pointed to the freshly washed strawberries on the table, and said.

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