Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Mrs. An, are you okay?" the doctor asked cautiously.

"Don't tell anyone about this matter. If I know who leaks this matter, I will never let you go." Zhao Xuan looked at them and threatened them fiercely.

"Of course, we won't talk about this kind of thing casually. Please don't worry, Mrs. An." The doctor quickly assured.

"Get out, get out, get everyone out of here." Zhao Xuan said impatiently.

Several doctors immediately left with oil on their soles, not daring to stay any longer.

After calming down, Zhao Xuan took out her cell phone, pressed the number, and said, "Send someone here."

After saying that, she hung up the phone and punched the wall with her fist.

Xiang Cheng was dead, so she had to get rid of Anman as soon as possible. Maybe Jian Qing would target her because of the old man's poisoning, so she had to be prepared.

Anman, you forced me to do this, and you sought death yourself.

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The atmosphere in the silent ward was heavy.

Jian Qing sat beside the hospital bed, her eyes falling on Mrs. An's skinny and gray face, and she couldn't help but recall the scene of him holding her and secretly buying snacks.

In the blink of an eye, it turns out that he is already so old and will leave them at any time.

"Sister, great-grandpa is awake." Jian Luo noticed with sharp eyes that Mrs. An's eyelids moved, and his eyes shone with surprise.

Jian Qing came back to her senses and looked quickly. Mrs. An slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Jian Qing and the others, he curled his lips.

He raised his hand with difficulty, Jian Qing quickly held his hand, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Qing girl!"

Zhou Qin and others who came running over heard that Mrs. An only had eyes for Jian Qing and the others, their expressions suddenly changed, they were all dissatisfied.

"Grandpa, how do you feel?" Jian Qing asked warmly.

"It's nothing serious, don't worry." As he said that, he coughed a few times, then raised his eyes to look at Mo Xiao, his lips trembling, "You bastard is back too."

Mo Xiao held his other hand and showed a rare smile, "Grandpa, aren't I coming back to play chess with you?"

"I don't want to play with you. You kill me to pieces every time. You don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all. It's better for me to play chess with Girl Qing." Mr. An had a kind face, and there was a hidden emotion in his eyes when he smiled. Slow love.

"Grandpa, we don't play chess with dad, we play by ourselves. You should get well soon." Looking at the old man's dull face and the gray temples, Jian Qing's eyes were covered with a layer of darkness. Light fog color.

Mrs. An nodded. After saying a few words, he felt a little tired.

"Grandpa, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?" An Yu said angrily, not wanting Jian Qing to steal all of Grandpa An's attention.

Old Mrs. An raised his eyelids, glanced at them, and shook his head lukewarmly. His attitude towards Mo Xiao and the others was obviously polarizing.

The hope in An Yu's eyes was shattered. She glanced at Jian Qing out of the corner of her eye and became even more jealous of her.

At this time, Quan Jingwu arrived with his two little treasures.

Before entering the ward, the clear laughter of the two little treasures came in.

"Kekeke..."

Zhou Qin and others were stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the door. Quan Jingwu walked in with his two little treasures in his arms. The superb looks of the father and son directly caught the attention of the An family.

In total, this was the first time Zhou Qin and others had officially seen the two little treasures. Before, they had only seen photos.

"Seventeen, nineteen!" Seeing the two little treasures, Mr. An smiled excitedly on his face and looked at the two little treasures eagerly.

Quan Jingwu walked over with the two little treasures in his arms. During this period, Mrs. An kept his eyes on the two little treasures. He raised his calloused hands, wanting to hug them.

Quan Jingwu leaned down and placed the two little treasures beside the bed so that Mrs. An could touch them.

"Seventeen, nineteen, do you still remember me?" Mrs. An hooked Seventeen's little hand and smiled so hard that the crow's feet crinkled.

The delicate eyes of Seventeen and Nineteen looked at Old Mrs. An curiously, as if they recognized him, and they held his hand with their fleshy little hands.

Then, the two little ones showed cute smiles at the same time, which made Mrs. An's heart melt at the sight of these two little guys.

The hospital bed was large enough for two or three adults to lie on it. Nineteen crawled to Old Mrs. An's side and lay her little head on his body. She tilted her head and looked at him. Her little cleverness made Old Mrs. An laugh. .

"Yeah..." Nineteen stretched out his fleshy little hand to touch Old Mrs. An's sunken cheek, and kept yelling with his red mouth, as if he wanted to say something to him.

Seeing her precious son's cute little behavior, Jian Qing chuckled and said, "Grandpa, Nineteen, please get well soon. He is waiting for you to play with him."

Mrs. An narrowed his eyes with a smile, and touched Jiujiu's little head with his big, calloused hands, his eyes full of love.

"My nineteen is so smart!"

Nineteen stared at Old Mrs. An for a while, then suddenly climbed two more steps, then lowered his head and kissed his pale cheek.

The sound of "Boom" was very loud.

After kissing Old Mrs. An, the little guy was very happy and "clucked" at Old Mrs. An.

Being kissed by a little guy for the first time, Mrs. An was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Mrs. An smiling so heartily, the people of the An family glanced at the two little treasures sitting on the bed with different thoughts.

An Yu looked at Nineteen who was carved out of the same mold as Jian Qing, and couldn't help but cursed in her heart. She was indeed Jian Qing's child, just as annoying as her.