"Miss Song, you should call me Mrs. Quan." Mrs. Quan said lukewarmly, "What's wrong with you here today?"

Song Xirou's face changed slightly and she said embarrassedly, "Mrs. Quan, I know that the last time I was wrong. I already knew that I was wrong. Can you ask Jingwu to have a relationship and let him let our Song Group go once?"

"Miss Song, I think you are asking for the wrong person for this matter. How can we get involved in what Jingwu wants to do? You should leave if you have nothing to do." Quan Mingxuan took a step forward, glanced at her faintly, and said slowly without any rush.

The third son of his family avenged his wife, who dared to run into him without any wits.

Seeing that Old Mrs. Quan was silent and had no intention of speaking for her, Song Xirou felt a sank in her heart, "Mrs. Quan, do you still remember the promise you promised me?"

Sure enough, she came for this matter.

Quan Mingxuan raised his lips and a sarcasm flashed between his eyebrows.

"Of course I remember it. If you have any conditions, please raise it." Old Mrs. Quan probably had a prediction in her heart what she would say next.

Song Xirou saw the sarcastic smile on Quan Mingxuan's lips, and was a little annoyed and unwilling to accept it. She felt cruel and put forward the conditions, "Let our Song family go away and don't target our Song family again."

"Okay, we promise you." Quan Mingxuan agreed to her in one go.

"But from now on, our Quan family will not owe you anymore, and you will no longer have to come to us." He reminded.

Song Xirou bit her lip tightly and nodded, "I know."

"You can leave now. I will tell Jingwu about the Song Group." Quan Mingxuan said authentically.

Song Xirou glanced at Old Lady Quan, who turned her head too far. Even if she was unwilling to accept it, she had to leave.

Seeing her back disappearing from her vision, Mrs. Quan said, "Axuan, will Jingwu be embarrassed if you promised her like this?"

Quan Mingxuan smiled mysteriously, raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, and said confidently, "Grandma, don't worry. Do you really think why Jian Qing didn't deal with Song Xirou for a long time? She kept leaving her alone for your sake. She was forcing Song Xirou to use the promise you promised her. In this way, if Song Xirou does anything in the future, Jian Qing can deal with her without any scruples."

He was not stupid. When Song Xirou made that promise, he understood why Jian Qing didn't attack her this time.

She is worthy of being the third brother's wife and a fox who has become a spirit.

After listening to his explanation, Old Mrs. Quan felt relieved.

"Quan Mingxuan, why are you still here? Why don't you hurry up and write your review." Quan Cheyin's voice sounded from behind, and Quan Mingxuan was in tears.

It’s all because of Han Yue that guy who brought him wine, otherwise how could he accidentally break his father’s antique vase last night?

Han Yue is the root of sin!

In the evening, when Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu returned to the old house, they learned from Quan Mingxuan about Song Xirou coming to the old house today.

Song Xirou would use this promise to save the Song group. This was already expected by Jian Qing, but she didn't expect that she would make a decision so quickly.

"San Sister-in-law, do you really have to agree to Song Xirou's conditions?" Quan Yifei asked curiously.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and nodded her head lightly.

"But what if Song Xirou doesn't repent in the future?" If the Song family is fine, Song Xirou still has reliance on her. Maybe she will continue to be obsessed with her in the future.

"Don't worry, if she doesn't repent, I can send her to the tropical rainforest and let her repent there slowly." Jian Qing chuckled her lips and smiled faintly.

Quan Yifei laughed and gave her a thumbs up.

My third sister-in-law in society is beautiful and has a great means.

"Jingwu, are you going to the Chu family's wedding tomorrow?" Quan Mingxuan was working hard to write a review, and suddenly remembered the Chu family's wedding tomorrow, and looked up at Quan Jingwu and the others.

Quan Jingwu looked down at the person beside him, his thin lips pursed into a sexy curve. Jian Qing looked up at him, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"go."

The two of them made a tacit voice, and pink bubbles were visible in the air.

Quan Mingxuan looked at them speechlessly, raised his hand to cover his mouth, his teeth were sore.

The night is hazy and has a unique charm.

After taking a shower, Jian Qing couldn't wait to get into the quilt to keep warm. Even though the room was on, she still liked to stay in the quilt.

After a while, the door opened, and the man's deep purple eyes locked the person reading on the bed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He closed the door and walked over. When he heard the footsteps, Jian Qing looked up at him, his eyebrows and eyes were bent unconsciously.

"All the files are processed?"

As the end of the year approaches, his workload has increased a lot.

"Um."

Quan Jingwu lifted the quilt, got into the quilt, stretched out his strong arms, and hugged her into his arms.

“What are you looking at?”

She shook the comic in her hand, "The book given by Yi Fei."

Quan Jingwu glanced at him, pinched the comic book with his fingertips, and threw it to the side.

"Hey, you have thrown the books." Jian Qing protested as she looked at the comic book that fell on the carpet.

Quan Jingwu's eyes became deeper, and he turned over and pressed her under him.

"What are you doing?"

Jian Qing raised his hand to his chest, and his delicate little face was dyed with a faint rouge red color.

Quan Jingwu's eyes moved down, his big hand covered her flat abdomen, and his ink eyebrows frowned slightly, "Why haven't our little bun come yet?"

“…”

Jian Qing's mouth trembled.

How did she know when the little bun comes? This is not something she can control.

"Is it because I'm not working hard enough?" he said to himself.

Jian Qing almost slandered him with blood.

Not working hard enough?

Teasing her.

If he was working harder, she would probably die in the bed.

She pounded his shoulder and said unhappily, "Get up quickly, I'm sleepy."

Quan Jingwu held her hand, put it on her lips and kissed her.

"Good baby, let's continue working hard tonight."

The man's low voice carries a bit charming hoarseness, as if he has brewed a thousand-year-old fine wine.

After hearing this, Jian Qing ran away immediately if she wanted to pull out her legs.

"Xiao Jing, I can't be anxious about asking for Xiao Baozi."

Quan Jingwu hmmed, opened his thin lips lightly, "I'm not in a hurry, so we can work hard."

After the words finished, she did not give her a chance to refuse. The kiss fell on her face in a dense manner, and her slender and jade-like big hands ignited the fire on her soft body.

"Wife, give me a little princess like you."

He bit her ear lightly, and his hoarse voice exuded a bewitching heart.

A hint of helplessness flashed through Jian Qing's clear eyes, and suddenly a chilled body. His pajamas had disappeared, and the man's passionate kiss swallowed her reason.

The night is still long, and Master Jing is very determined to want small buns.

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On the wedding day, all the celebrities and families in the capital came, and luxury cars stopped one after another at the entrance of the hotel.

In the lounge, Chu Ruohan sat on the sofa with a dull expression. The makeup artist and servant beside him stood tremblingly, not daring to get close to her.

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Let's continue later, the good show will be staged soon...
Chapter completed!