Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing raised her head, saw the doting look in her grandfather's eyes, and couldn't help but smile, "Yeah."

Jian Qing raised his hand and touched the top of her hair. The grandfather and grandson were in harmony.

Sitting up straight, Jian Qing held the old man's arm affectionately and rested her head on his shoulder, "Grandpa, you should also take care of yourself. I will be back soon."

"Okay." Jian Qing responded with a smile.

Inadvertently seeing the dazzling silvery white of the old man's temples, Jian Qing's heart suddenly tightened. It turned out that her grandpa was also old, and he was really old.

"Grandpa, don't drink secretly while I'm away. I'll ask Uncle Qin to supervise you." Suppressing the sadness in her heart, Jian Qing warned with a crooked look.

Although the old man is still quite strong, he drank too much alcohol when he was young, and now the side effects are gradually showing up. Bai Jue has told the old man more than once to drink less alcohol, but how can the old man who has been drinking for most of his life suddenly stop drinking? He gave up his alcohol addiction and occasionally sneaked into the wine cellar alone to have a few sips when Jian Qing and Jian Luo were not at home, but Uncle Qin reported him every time.

A flash of embarrassment flashed in Jian Qing's eyes, and he agreed casually, "I know, you clever guy!"

Seeing her grandfather deflated, Jian Luo covered her mouth and snickered, a typical schadenfreude.

Jian Qing smiled slyly, approached the old man and kissed him on the cheek.

Mr. Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled. The depression just now was gone, and his whole body exuded an aura of joy.

"Hahaha!"

Jian Qing's intimacy with the old man made Jian Luo jealous, and she shouted dissatisfied, "Sister, you are too partial to grandpa."

"How about I kiss you too?" Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and joked jokingly.

This can be done!

Jian Luo's eyes lit up and he leaned closer. Just when he was about to bring his face closer, a big calloused hand pushed his head away.

"Go ahead, why would you kiss such a grown-up person?" His little Qing'er could only kiss him, why was this bastard joining in the fun?

Hearing Mr. Jian's rather disgusting tone, Jian Luo's mouth trembled, "You are not very old, are you?"

This is obviously eating alone, which is too much.

Although adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, this was too much, and Jian Luo reluctantly tried to reason with the old man.

Jian Qing sat on the sofa, quietly watching the old man and Jian Luo bickering, with a smile on the corners of her red lips, and looking out the window, as if she could see the capital city on the other side of China through the blue sky.

Hey, Beijing!

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Summer in Beijing seems to be coming very quickly. After a heavy rain, the sweltering heat under the bright sun makes people feel irritable.

People come and go in the airport, and separation and reunion are staged here every day. Tears and laughter coexist. With the sweet voice coming from the radio, planes begin to take off, and on the contrary, planes gradually land. .

Stepping off the plane and coming out of the airport, the smell of a foreign country hit her face. The oversized sunglasses covered most of Jian Qing's beautiful face, making it difficult to see clearly. Black shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, casual And even though she was neat and casual, her dress could not hide the dignity in her gestures.

She didn't hold the suitcase in her hand. She only carried a black backpack. As early as yesterday, Mr. Jian had already sent someone to prepare the things in the suitcase here, so Jian Qing only packed lightly. I grabbed a backpack and got on the plane.

After taking out her mobile phone and sending a message to Mr. Jian to report that she was safe, Jian Qing took out a peaked cap from her backpack, put it on her head casually, and then called a taxi outside the airport.

There are countless people at the airport every day. Even in the middle of the night, there are still many taxis, not to mention during the day. Jian Qing got into a taxi within a few minutes.

"Shijin Palace!" Jian Qing announced the destination, then turned to look out the window.

The driver looked at the woman behind the car curiously. The people living in Shijin Palace were all powerful people in the capital. What was this little girl doing there?

In line with professional ethics, the driver didn't waste much time and quickly started the car.

The car was speeding on the road, and the speed was not slow. Watching the scenery passing by outside the window, Jian Qing had no intention of appreciating this different scenery, and squinted her eyes slightly to rest.

Since leaving seventeen years ago, she has never set foot in the capital again.

Seventeen years later, she still couldn't like the capital!

When she opened her eyes again, through the car window, luxurious and exquisite villa areas gradually came into view, surrounded by flowers and trees, and even the air seemed to be filled with a faint floral fragrance.

It seemed that the place her grandfather arranged for her to live was quite good, at least it was in line with her wishes.

In a daze, the car stopped. Jian Qing took out a few banknotes from her bag and handed them to the driver, "Thank you!"

The driver took the money and found that there was too much money. When he was about to call the woman to stop, he found that she had already got out of the car and walked away. He looked down at the red Grandpa Mao in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

Forget it, the people who can live here are either rich or noble, so they probably won’t care about this little money.

Just consider it your own tip.

Thinking of this, the driver drove away with a happy face.

Relying on the information she had read before, Jian Qing quickly found her house. There were some distances between each of the surrounding villas. She met almost no one along the way, but it was nice to be quiet.

Looking at the combination lock at the door, without thinking, Jian Qing directly pressed a few keys, and the door opened with a beep.

Sure enough, it was still her birthday password!

After opening the door, Jian Qing did not go in right away. She fell into an old habit. There was a glimmer of light in her eyes, and her rounded fingertips were playing with the combination lock. The speed was so fast that it was almost dazzling.

After a while, Jian Qingyou took back her hand leisurely, walked in directly with her backpack, and closed the door.

Jian Qing just took a casual look at the furnishings in the house, and then went directly upstairs.

After a day's flight, she wanted to catch up on some sleep.

After coming out of the shower, Jian Qing threw herself onto the bed without drying her hair, pulled up the quilt and wanted to sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, the familiar ringtone rang. Jian Qing half-squinted her eyes, groped on the bed, picked up her phone, and answered the call without looking, "Well... we're here."