Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

In the study, old man an and old man Quan were playing chess and drinking tea. They talked about national affairs from time to time.

Qiu Bo opened the door and walked in quickly, his face slightly heavy.

"Ah Qiu, come and see. This game of chess is sure to lose." old man an laughed loudly. When he saw Qiu Bo coming in, he waved to him.

Qiu Bo didn't smile and lowered his voice. "Master, Miss Qing arrived and Miss Xiang also came. It seems that there was a dispute in the downstairs living room and smashed the big vase at the stairs."

Smelling the speech, the chess pieces in Uncle an's hand fell and his face was nervous, "what, is girl Qing hurt?"

Qiu Bo hurriedly replied, "it's all right. Miss Qing wasn't hurt. Miss Xiang couldn't help bumping into the vase."

Hearing that Jianqing was not hurt, old master an sighed with relief, "it's all right."

"Where is Qing girl now?"

"The servant said that Miss Qing had gone up to the fourth floor." Qiu Bo said.

Uncle an suddenly lost his mind to play chess. He just wanted Qiu Bo to find Jian Qing. When he looked up, he saw the man at the door, and his wrinkled face burst out with joy.

"Qing girl!"

Mr. Quan followed his line of sight. When he saw the man walking in slowly, he suddenly sighed at the bottom of his heart.

At the last banquet, he didn't have time to seriously look at her. At the moment, it's amazing to see her from a close distance.

Yes, it's very similar.

And her mother are carved out of the same mold.

Jian Qing was relieved to see that old master an was healthy. She noticed that a nearby line of sight had been staring at her and turned her head.

The old man wore plain Tang clothes, but he couldn't stop the momentum of the superior for many years. There was a sense of wisdom between his eyebrows and eyes, but he looked a little familiar.

"Qing wench." old master an's voice sounded, pulling back her drifting thoughts.

Jane Qing raised her eyes to look at him. Looking at his gray hair and beard, she couldn't help thinking of her grandfather, "how are you recently? I heard Qiu Bo say you're not feeling well?"

Hearing her concern, old master an almost burst into tears and raised his mouth. "It's all right. Don't listen to Qiu Bo's exaggeration. As long as I see you back, I have no physical problems."

Jane Qing smiled. Qiu Bo stood aside and smiled helplessly.

"Are you Jianqing?" Mr. Quan interposed and asked deliberately.

Jian Qing looked at him and nodded, "are you?"

This man looks really familiar. Has she seen him anywhere?

"I'm Yi Fei's grandfather, but she often mentions you in front of me." master Quan smiled.

The question in Jian Qing's heart was solved instantly. It turned out that it was Mr. Quan. No wonder he looked so familiar. The charm between his eyebrows and eyes was somewhat similar to that of Xiaojing.

It is hard to imagine that the kind-hearted old man in front of him is an important figure in China. Unlike the serious side of not being angry and self threatening usually seen on TV, he is more like an ordinary grandfather at this time.

"You and Yifei are good friends. Just call me Grandpa Quan." Grandpa Quan wanted to say that he was Jingwu's girlfriend. He thought that there was old master an sitting next to him, so he changed his mouth to avoid frightening him.

Jian Qing did not pinch, "Grandpa Quan."

Mr. Quan listened and couldn't close his mouth with a smile. He was confused by old master an.

How do you feel that this person has been strange today? Even if you like his qingwench, you don't have to laugh so exaggerated. I don't know. I thought he won the Lotto award.

"Qing girl, if you have nothing to do in the future, come to our house and get familiar with your feelings." master Quan shouted very familiar.

Jane Qing smiled and nodded.

Old master an frowned. He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it again.

"Qing girl, do you know Yi Fei very well?"

Before Jianqing spoke, Mr. Quan said first, "not only Yifei, but also qingwench and my grandchildren are very familiar."

Jian Qing, "..."