Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

After picking up the phone, Kahn's voice rang in his ears, "Jane, is Thea at your place? Has she contacted you?"

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, she's with me." Jian Qing put the phone away to avoid hurting her ears.

"Then I'll go find you now." Kahn said.

Jian Qing said, "No, she drank too much and was as drunk as mud. It's useless for you to come now."

"Did she vomit? Why don't you send me your address and I'll go take care of her." Hearing that she was drunk, Kahn became anxious.

"No, if you come, she will probably wake up from drinking. If the two of you get into a fight, then I won't be able to sleep at night." Jian Qing complained unceremoniously.

"That……"

"Stop nagging, I'll give you the address tomorrow. Don't disturb my sleep, or I'll throw you two into the Pacific to feed the sharks." Jian Qing narrowed her eyes and said in a cold voice.

Without waiting for Kahn to speak, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

Listening to the "beep" sound on the other end of the phone, Kahn pulled his hair irritably, but did not call Jian Qing again.

He didn't dare to mess with the devil's temper, and even Black Jack and the others didn't dare to disturb her while sleeping.

He had better watch the moon obediently until dawn, and then go coax others early in the morning.

The next day, Jian Qing was woken up by knocking on the door early in the morning. The "bang bang bang bang" became more and more frequent. She didn't know that she thought it was coming to open the door.

Jian Qing lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the door, and saw Thea's chicken coop.

He was still wearing pajamas and no shoes on his feet. It looked like he had just gotten up.

"Thea, are you planning to tear down the door here?"

"Jane, I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Thea followed her into the room and shouted with a look of despair.

"Now, Pete will definitely kill me."

Alcohol is really harmful.

Jian Qing sat down by the bed and looked up at her, "What happened so early in the morning?"

"The video of me in the bar last night was filmed and posted online. Now the Internet is full of news about me. There are more than ten missed calls from Pete on my phone." Thea fell on the bed and hugged her head. Hitting the pillow.

Hearing this, Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and said, "Have you called Peter back?"

"Not yet." Thea's face was buried in the quilt and she shook her head, "There is another bad news, I have to inform you."

"What?" Jian Qing asked.

Thea turned over and sat up, "The video of you beating someone up in the bar last night was also posted online."

If she catches the person who took the video, she will definitely twist him into a knot and film him on the wall.

Jian Qing was surprised for a moment and raised the corner of her mouth, "So, I accompanied you to make the headlines?"

"Uh... you can say that." Thea covered her face.

"Come on, call Peter quickly and ask your team to deal with it quickly." Jian Qing curled her fingers and tapped her head.

"As for the video, just leave it to me."

As soon as the words fell, Thea's little face brightened up, and she raised a big smile, "I knew you were the best to me, come on, come on."

Jian Qing stood up, dodged her clutches, and rushed her to wash up. "You tell Pete about the video. Don't worry."

"Yeah." Thea nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Finally, I no longer have to be cursed by Pete.

She vowed that next time she would drink, she would definitely find a place where no one was around to drink.

"Dengdeng" got out of bed and ran to the door. Thea suddenly remembered something and turned around again, "By the way, dear, I seemed to hear you talking to someone last night. Who else was there last night?" Come back with us?"

Thea's eyes widened, "Could it be that guy Kahn?"

Jian Qing's eyes flashed and she shook her head, "It's not him."

"Who is that?" Thea felt a little relieved and then asked.

"I'll tell you when I have time. You'd better hurry up and deal with your headlines." Jian Qing said while walking towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, blocking Thea out.

Thea touched her chin, thinking, there must be something wrong.

Forget it, let's wait until she's done with the matter before gossiping.

…

Quan family's old house

Mr. Quan came back from his morning exercises early in the morning. As soon as he entered the living room and sat down, he heard Quan Yi Fei running downstairs in a hurry.

"Feifei, why are you in such a hurry? It's still early for you to go to work." Old Mrs. Quan watched Quan Yifei run up the stairs as if she were participating in a sports meeting, fearing that she would fall down the stairs without stopping.

At this time, Quan Mingxuan also walked in from the outside. He had changed his clothes and felt refreshed.

"Grandpa, grandma, morning!"

"You brat, where did you go last night?" Mr. Quan looked at his grandson who had not returned home all night, and his beard stood up in anger.

One was like this, two were like this, these little bastards really pissed him off.

"Going to Ayue's place." Quan Mingxuan raised his eyes and glanced around, looking at Old Mrs. Quan, "Grandma, did Jingwu come back last night?"

"No, what's wrong?" Mrs. Quan shook her head, "Did you provoke him again?"

Quan Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa, "No, it's A Yue."

"Second brother, it's not good." Quan Yifei, who had not yet changed into her home clothes, went downstairs barefoot and saw Quan Mingxuan as if she had seen a savior.

Quan Mingxuan quickly held her down and looked at her with black lines on his head, "What's wrong? Are you falling in love?"

"Bah!" Quan Yifei snorted, "Second brother, why did Jian Qing go to Dihao last night?"

Hearing this, Mr. Quan and his wife looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

"How do you know?" Quan Jingwu was stunned.

"Look at this." Quan Yifei handed the phone to him, "Now the Internet is going crazy. Jian Qing and Thea are making headlines together."

Secondly, I haven’t noticed everyone’s voices. Don’t be stingy in leaving comments, okay?