Back in the room, she was placed on his bed, turned on the air conditioner, and covered her with a quilt. Quan Jingwu was cautious in his actions, for fear of waking her up.

"Xiao Jing!"

The woman's eyes were closed tightly, and the sound of murmuring fell into his ears, and he heard it clearly.

The slender fingertips gently shaved the tip of her nose. He smiled so much that he drank, and lowered his head to steal a fragrance on her soft lips.

Jian Qing's cell phone suddenly vibrated. Quan Jingwu reached out to pick it up, without any notes, it was an unfamiliar number.

Holding his cell phone, Quan Jingwu walked to the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window and answered the phone, but had no intention of opening his mouth first.

After a while, the person on the other side of the phone finally couldn't help but speak, with a warm voice, "Miss Jian, I'm Chu Yihen."

In an instant, the temperature on the balcony dropped, and the scorching sun and fire could not melt the frost in his eyes.

Chu Yihen?

When did his good boy meet Chu Yihen?

On the other side of the phone, Chu Yihen said again, "Ms. Jian, Ruohan was ruohan was ruohan in the mall last time. I don't know when you have time. I'll return your money to you."

In an instant, Quan Jingwu's face darkened and his voice was extremely cold, "Chu Yihen, when did you start working as a clerk?"

Chu Yihen leaned on the office chair, and his warm eyes suddenly became cold, "Quan Jingwu!"

Damn, why did he hold Jian Qing's cell phone? Are they together now?

"Chu Yihen, there are some people you shouldn't covet, and you can't afford to covet them." Quan Jingwu said lightly.

"Ha!" Chu Yihen laughed instead of anger, and a sarcasm flashed in his eyes, "Is that true? It seems that the rumors from the outside world are true. Jing Ye does have someone he likes, which makes me more and more curious."

The more he cared about it, the more he wanted to snatch it away. One day, he would prove to everyone that Chu Yihen is not inferior to Quan Jingwu, no matter what aspect it is.

Quan Jingwu looked into the distance with his purple eyes, and the golden warm sun cast a faint shadow under his eyelids. "Chu Yihen, it's not the other woman's turn to have bad thoughts, don't overestimate your ability."

Chu Yihen sneered, "Ha, it's not certain whose woman, after all, people are fickle."

Quan Jingwu's weak lips curled an unknown smile, hung up the phone, turned on the shooting function of the mobile phone, took a random photo at the scenery of the old house of Quan's family, and then clicked to send.

Seeing the successful sending displayed on the screen, Quan Jingwu deleted Chu Yihen’s mobile phone number directly and turned back to the room.

He had lost his mood to work and process documents, so he put down his cell phone and sat beside the bed and looked at her sleeping face.

Her big hand held her little hand outside the quilt. Her palms were white and soft, her fingers were slender, her nails were round and neatly trimmed, with a pink luster. They were soft in her hands, as if they would break if they were forced.

He is the only person who can hold this hand. If the rest of the people dare to covet a little, he will not be merciful.

In that case, Chu Yihen had hung up the phone and had no intention of calling it. Not long after, he heard a "ding" sound from his phone.

Click on the screen, and a photo popped up, the courtyard garden, and the guards not far away.

With just one glance, he recognized that this place was the old house of the Quan family.

On Mr. Quan's birthday, he had been there once or twice, not to mention that not all places can be equipped with special guards.

So, what is Quan Jingwu trying to tell him?

Did he take Jian Qing back to see his parents?

Is it possible that he was afraid that he would snatch people from him, so he sent this photo to show off to him?

However, no matter what it is, he doesn't care. He and he are determined to compete with him.

In his heart, Chu Yiheng, love does not come first and then come like this. Even if you get married, will you still have divorce?

It seems that Quan Jingwu cares more about Jian Qing than he imagined. Now things have become more fun, right?

...

In the evening, when Jian Qing woke up, he heard the light rain falling outside the window, like cow hair, invisible or touching.

The room was lighted on, and I sat up from the bed, swept around but couldn't find the familiar figure.

"Xiao Jing!"

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walking barefoot on the ground, the cold marble floor made her awake instantly.

The door of the void was pushed open, and Quan Jingwu walked in with a glass of milk, his eyes fell on her bare feet and frowned.

"Go back to bed soon, I'll catch a cold later."

After turning on the air conditioner for an afternoon, there was a chill everywhere in the room, and it was easy to catch a cold.

"Oh." Jian Qing nodded obediently and got back into the bed.

"Xiao Jing, why don't you wake me up?"

It was the first time I went to someone else's house to be a guest, and I said it awkwardly until now.

"Drink a glass of milk." Quan Jingwu handed her the milk and said in a gentle voice, "Don't hurry, grandma and the others will understand."

Jian Qing almost choked with a mouthful of milk, "..."

Why did she feel that his words sound so weird?

What do you understand?

He did not mention Chu Yihen's call. When she finished drinking milk, he helped her put on her shoes and the two went downstairs together.

The weather outside was gloomy and drizzled. The warm-toned lights in the house looked particularly warm, and the aroma of food was overflowing in the air.

Jian Qing went downstairs and saw the people chatting around the living room. He suddenly felt that this was the feeling of home.

In the past, she and Luo Luo were the only ones in the manor, and grandfather, although she was not alone, she still felt a little less difficult to explain.

"Xiao Qing'er wakes up. Come here to sit here. You can have dinner later." Rui, fearing the empty seat next to him, called Jian Qing over.

As soon as Jian Qing sat down, Rey took her a small cake, "This is made by my aunt, please try it."

Jian Qing looked at the exquisite little cake in her hand and suddenly felt that she was quite useless in cooking. She couldn't help but sigh, "Aunt, it's a waste if you don't go to be a pastry chef."

"Puff!" Rey was amused by her and said with a smile, "Xiao Qing'er looks smart. If you want to learn, your aunt will teach you."

"Uh, this..." Jian Qing's smile froze, "No need for this, I don't have the same horoscope as the kitchen."

Quan Jingwu looked at her side, and a smile flashed through her eyes.

Rey smiled so hard, "Don't underestimate yourself. You are so smart, how can you not learn it? Another day, my aunt will teach you well and ensure you can learn it once."

Jian Qing is embarrassed, why is no one believed her to be honest?

If she exploded the kitchen in front of Xiao Jing's mother, she would feel terrible just thinking about the scene.
Chapter completed!