Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing's eyes raised slightly, this guy Bai Jue is really...

The two walked into the living room. When the two little babies saw them coming back, their little arms and legs crawled toward them.

Quan Jingwu took each of his hands into his arms, and the two little treasures pinched him from left to right and pressed wet kisses on his face.

"Boo--"

The loud voice made everyone laugh.

"It seems that Seventeen and Nineteen only love Daddy and not Mommy." Jian Qing said deliberately as she looked at the intimacy between the father and son.

Nineteen, a clever little boy, reacted the fastest and immediately stretched out his little hand for Jian Qing to hug him. In excitement, the silver thread hanging from the corner of his mouth flew down.

"Yeah, yeah..."

Jian Qing listened to his Martian language, chuckled, stretched out her arms to hug him, Nineteen pouted her little lips, and was about to move towards Jian Qing's lips.

Jian Qing couldn't help laughing when she looked at her precious son's soft and cute look with his little mouth pouted. Quan Jingwu lightly hooked his thin lips and blocked his little mouth with his big hand.

"nineteen!"

You brat, you dare to kiss his wife, you are really itchy.

Nineteen looked at Quan Jingwu with an innocent face, his bright eyes filled with accusations.

Why doesn't Mao give Nineteen a kiss?

"Come on, Nineteen, mommy will kiss you." Jian Qing glared at Quan Jingwu with an irritated look, touched Nineteen's little face, and kissed his cheek.

"Giggle!" Nineteen was so happy to be kissed by his mother, holding his little hands, the little baby teeth were so cute.

"Grandpa, Dad!" Jian Qing held Nineteen in her arms and sat down next to Mrs. An. Looking at his still pale face, the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling today? Are you feeling better?"

Mr. An waved his hand and showed a kind smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine. As long as you are with me, I'm fine."

"Master, someone is coming from the old house." Qiu Bo put away his mobile phone and walked over and said.

"I know, I asked Zhonghui to come, you go and bring him in." Old Mrs. An stroked his beard and said.

Qiu Bo nodded respectfully and then withdrew.

"Xiao Jing, I'll go upstairs to see Bai Jue." Jian Qing handed the nineteen to Mo Xiao and said.

"Um."

"Dad, take care of the two little treasures, and I'll get them some food." Quan Jingwu put Shi Qi on the blanket on the ground and let the two little treasures play together.

Mo Xiao nodded, "You go ahead, I'll just watch it from here."

After a while, Qiu Bo came in with An Zhonghui.

Seriously, this is An Zhonghui's first time here.

As soon as he stepped into the living room and saw the toys placed everywhere, An Zhonghui was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were immediately attracted to the two little guys next to Mo Xiao.

Looking at the two little treasures' pink and jade-carved little faces, the serious expression on his face couldn't help but soften a bit.

"Dad!" He looked away, looked at Mr. An, and walked quickly to him, "Dad, how have you been feeling these past few days? Are you feeling better?"

"As usual, sit down." Old Mrs. An said softly.

"Dad." Mo Xiao shouted nonchalantly.

An Zhonghui hummed and glanced at Seventeen and Nineteen involuntarily.

If those things hadn't happened, the two children should have called him grandpa, and he could have hugged them with his own hands.

Everything is a fate.

Realizing that he had been looking at the two little treasures, a smile flashed across Mrs. An's eyes, "Ah Hui, what do you think of Seventeen and Nineteen?"

"Very good-looking and very smart." An Zhonghui blurted out. After finishing speaking, there was a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"Seventeen, come on, come on." Mrs. An picked up a toy car and attracted Shiqi's attention.

Seventeen, who was playing well with Nineteen, heard Mrs. An calling him, dropped the toys in his hands, stuck out his little butt, and crawled towards Mrs. An.

"Ouch, my Shiqi is so smart!" Mrs. An reached out and picked him up. It was a bit difficult to hold Shiqi because of his heavy weight.

Shi Qi grabbed the toy car and sat quietly on his lap. He glanced at An Zhonghui with his dark eyes and then lowered his head to play with his toy car.

An Zhonghui looked at Shi Qi's rosy little face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes unknowingly appeared, and his usually serious expression instantly collapsed.

"Ah Hui, look at it, isn't it cute?" Mr. An held Qi Qi's little fleshy hand, with a bit more pride in his tone.

"Yeah." An Zhonghui looked at Shi Qi. He wanted to hug him but didn't know how to say it because of his face.

"Ah Hui, if you had not always looked after Zhou Qin and the others, now they would have called you grandpa instead of seeing you as if they were a stranger." Mr. An noticed that he liked Shi Qi , said with a long sigh.

Hearing this, An Zhonghui lowered his head.

"Ah Hui, you have to make up for your mistakes yourself. Don't you feel uncomfortable living in this cold old house?" Old Mrs. An said.

"Dad, I understand." An Zhonghui said in a hoarse voice.

He also thought about making up for Jian Qing and the others, but Jian Qing and the others just ignored him every time they saw him. Even if he wanted to make up for it, he didn't know where to start.

"Want to hug the little guy?" Mrs. An looked at him and smiled happily.

An Zhonghui raised his head suddenly, his tongue was a little tangled, "I, can I?"

That girl Jian Qing probably hated him so much, how could she be willing to give him her child?

"Girl Qing is upstairs. She won't come down yet. I can give you a hug secretly." Mrs. An glanced upstairs and whispered.

Mo Xiao looked at Mrs. An's childish look and raised her thin lips slightly.

"Seventeen, give this old man a hug." Mrs. An discussed with Shiqi in a gentle voice.

An Zhonghui was silent.

Grandpa?

Dad, can I be as old as you?

Qi Qi glanced at An Zhonghui and tilted his little head, as if he was thinking about it.

Facing his Mo Tong, An Zhonghui couldn't help but become nervous. A man who had held a high position for many years was actually nervous in front of a baby.

Thinking about it, he felt incredible.

"If you don't hug her, Qing girl will come down soon, and she may not have this chance in the future." Mrs. An said slowly.

After saying this, An Zhonghui no longer hesitated and immediately extended his hand.

"Slow down, hold her like this." Mrs. An put Shiqi into his arms and helped him adjust his posture.

Having not held a child in so many years, An Zhonghui seemed a little at a loss, and his posture when holding the child was very stiff.

He looked down at Shiqi in his arms, and the smile on his face looked a little silly.

"Dad, he didn't cry and he was willing to be held by me."

He said excitedly, his eyes filled with surprise.

"The two little ones have always been very good, neither crying nor making trouble. They are just like Qing Yatou when she was a child." Old Mrs. An raised his head, very proud.

Mo Xiao was playing with Shi Qi, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw An Zhonghui holding Shi Qi, his eyes flashing slightly, but he didn't say anything.