Monopolize My Myster Chapter 621 - 621 607 Why are you so good (4)1

??Chapter 621: 607, Why are you so good (4)_1

Chapter 621: 607, Why are you so good (4)_1

He pushed the woman beside him away and got up to leave.

“Mingyan, are you okay?” Zhan Mingyan didn’t respond, so Han Yue reached out and nudged her, asking gently.

“I…”

Zhan Mingyan looked away, was about to speak, but her eyes involuntarily closed and she collapsed to one side.

“Mingyan!”

Han Yue was about to reach out to help her but another hand was faster pulling her away.

He looked up. It was Bai Jue.

“Leave them to , you go after the others first.” Bai Jue spoke in a flat tone, one arm around Zhan Mingyan.

Bai Jue, Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan all had similar temperants. The three of them quickly beca familiar with each other, which is why Bai Jue appeared here tonight.

Knowing Bai Jue was a doctor, Han Yue didn’t think twice and turned around to leave.

“Zhan Mingyan, get out here.”

Outside, Wen Ru kept knocking on the door, making a noisy scene.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Wen Ru’s face lit up with joy.

“Zhan Mingyan, you…”

When she looked up to see who opened the door, the smug smile on her face froze.

“Han, Mr. Han!”

Han Yue looked down at the woman who was making a lot of noise. His lips drew back in a look of contempt.

“Is this your doing?”

Wen Ru shook her head repeatedly, “It’s not , it’s not .”

After saying that, she turned around to run.

Han Yue didn’t chase her imdiately. Instead, he took out his phone and made a call.

“Block all exits of the Dihao.”

In the private room, Bai Jue looked down at the person in his arms. Recalling her eyes from just now, his pitch-black eyes rippled slightly.

“Bai Jue, how are they?” Quan Mingxuan asked.

“They’re fine, they’ll wake up in a little while.” Bai Jue said and placed Zhan Mingyan on the sofa.

Knowing Bai Jue was an expert in dicine, Quan Mingxuan finally felt relieved after hearing Bai Jue’s words.

At that mont, Han Yue returned.

“Axuan, we caught them. How should we deal with them?”

Quan Mingxuan asked, “Which family are they from?”

“Wen Family.”

Quan Mingxuan sneered contemptuously, “It seems that the Wen family should also withdraw from Beijing.”

Han Yue understood and smiled, “You should take Yifei ho first. I’ll take care of those people.”

“Alright.”

Quan Mingxuan picked up Quan Yifei and looked at Bai Jue, “Bai Jue, I have to take Yifei ho. Could you please send Mingyan ho?”

After a few seconds of silence, Bai Jue nodded.

“I will send you Mingyan’s address later. I’m going first.” Quan Mingxuan left with Quan Yifei, and Han Yue followed closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, only Bai Jue and Zhan Mingyan were left in the private room.

He kneeled down to look at the unconscious woman on the sofa, exhaled softly, then picked her up.

“Airport, you owe

one again.”

He murmured then left with the woman in his arms.

Starlight was sparse, and the lights in the Quan mansion were brightly lit.

After dinner, Quan Jingwu took Jian Qing back to their room without lingering for long in the living room.

Sound of the hairdryer humd through the room.

She looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes glinting with a charm that was poignant.

“Xiaojing, why are you so good, hmm?”

Now she understood the phrase ‘because I loved soone, I loved his city.’

Quan Jingwu turned off the hairdryer, put it aside, and bent down to cup her face. Their foreheads touched, his thin lips parted slightly.

“Since I’m so good, let’s hear you call

‘husband.’

His warm breath sprayed on her face, and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

Her eyes were extrely bright, and they dazzled like stars in the sky. She opened her lips and let out her soft and moist voice, “Husband!”

“You’re so good, is there anything you want from ?” Quan Jingwu teased, amusent flashing in his eyes.

Jian Qing snorted, her curled eyelashes fluttering, “So I’m that kind of person to you? I’m ignoring you.”

She turned her head, crawled under the blankets, leaving him the back of her head.

Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow.

Was she angry?

He sat on the bed, leaned over to hug her, his lips close to her ear, “Are you angry at ?”

“Yes, I’m angry.” She pushed away his hand and dived into the blanket.

“Go sleep in the study room.”

Perhaps due to the pregnancy, she was slowly showing so mood swings.

Quan Jingwu suppressed a smile, gently tugged at the blanket, “Really want

to sleep in the study room, huh?”

“Yes,” She grumbled from inside the blanket.

After a mont of silence, he got up and left.

Having heard the sound of the door closing, Jian Qing peeked out from the blanket.

She looked around the room and realized he really was gone.

She placed her hand on her stomach, her beautiful eyebrows reflected a sense of discontent, “Baby, your dad is really annoying, right?”

She pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes to sleep.

But tossing and turning, she couldn’t fall asleep.

It was terrifying how habits changed everything. Now without him by her side, she was suffering from insomnia.

Suddenly, the sound of the door lock turning.

Jian Qing’s eyes flickered and she turned to pretend to be asleep.

Quan Jingwu walked in, a tray in his hand. Looking at the person hiding under the blanket, his icy eyes softened imdiately.

The footstep behind her beca clearer and Jian Qing carried on pretending to sleep.

Quan Jingwu put down the tray, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the blanket, and pulled her into his arms.

Now, there was no way Jian Qing could pretend to sleep anymore.

She opened her eyes suddenly, eting with his lucent purple eyes, she pouted, “Didn’t you leave? Why are you back?”

“If I didn’t leave, how could I get supper for you?” He stroked her long hair where his slender fingers glided through her black hair, the smooth touch making him more infatuated.

“Supper?”

She was a bit stunned, but when her eyes fell on the tray on the bedside table, a smile appeared on her lips.

“So do you still want

to sleep in the study room?” He lowered his head, rubbing her nose tip singing out with a smile.

Jian Qing let out a humph and crawled into his arms.

She rubbed against him, just like a spoiled kitten.

Quan Jingwu smirked with satisfaction, picked up the small bowl of the porridge worsening up a fragrance, “Eat before it gets cold.”

Jian Qing lifted her head from his arms, took the porridge from his hand. Their eyes et occasionally, a sense of tranquility spread through the room.

After finishing supper, Jian Qing burped with satisfaction.

Quan Jingwu cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, wiped his hands and his thin lips bent into a pleasant arc, “Good girl!”