Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

From a long distance, Lu Bei saw a woman holding a bouquet of flowers on the side of the road. He even took a second look curiously, thinking that this woman looked a bit like Miss Qiao.

As a result, the next second...

He felt the sudden drop in temperature behind him, as well as the cold air that suddenly rose to his back and dispersed the entire compartment.

Oh, that's not like, that is.

He parked the car on the side of the road, and the door of the back seat opened.

The man walked out with a step, his eyes were dim, and the cold and secluded eyes seemed to be a piece of arctic glacier. Qiao Zhinuan only took one look, and the blood all over his body was soaked in a little bit of coldness enough to drop to freezing point.

She hung up the phone, breathing heavily.

Qiao Zhinuan tried her best to restrain the thought of turning around and running away, nailed her two legs to the ground, and stared at the man's handsome face from above the roses.

Mo Siting looked down at the woman's flushed face.

Her face seemed to be in full bloom on a large bouquet of roses.

"Who sent you the roses?"

Qiao Zhinuan heard the man's cold voice, and murmured back, "It's someone else."

other people?

This answer made Mo Siting laugh out loud.

"Others...are men other than me?"

He directly took the rose that Qiao Zhinuan was holding, and threw it to Lu Bei behind him, "Dispose of it."

Before Qiao Zhinuan could refute, Mo Siting pulled her wrist into the community.

The pads of the man's fingers were slightly rough, and it was a little painful to rub her wrist.

Qiao Zhinuan was still afraid of Mo Siting at this time. The fear in her heart had not completely dissipated, and she didn't dare to break free, so she just followed behind Mo Siting and let him drag her along the way building.

Mo Siting closed the door with his backhand.

With a light click, Qiao Zhinuan shuddered.

Mo Siting turned around and held Qiao Zhinuan's shoulder, raised her chin with his fingers, and looked at her.

"Jojo, this morning... sorry."

Qiao Zhinuan froze for a moment.

He... is apologizing to her?

"I was not in the right state at the time, so... I'm sorry."

Qiao Zhinuan was completely dumbfounded.

She was flattered that a man who had always been aloof and strong had actually apologized to her at this time!

"Can you forgive me?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked at him quietly, "You promise me one condition, and I will forgive you."

Mo Siting raised his jaw slightly.

"If you let me go, I will forgive you."

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips, her lips turned white.

She didn't know why she suddenly said such a thing.

At this time, she felt as if she was a terminally ill patient who wanted to say what she wanted to say most before she died.

Her shoulder suddenly ached, as if it had been pierced by a sharp object.

"What did you say?"

His voice was extremely hoarse, and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down.

"I said, let me go." Qiao Zhinuan repeated.

"Let you go, what do you mean?" The man narrowed his dark eyes, and his eyelashes cast a dark shadow under his eyelids.

He could humbly apologize to her, but she said... Tell him to let her go?

"It literally means," Qiao Zhinuan said, "I will send you money every month to pay off the debt, and we won't see each other if we don't have anything to do in the future."

In the next second, she was pressed against the door panel behind.

Qiao Zhinuan frowned in pain.

"Don't meet again? Why?" Mo Siting moved closer to her face, the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of his nose, and sprayed his heavy and warm breath on her face, "Just because Mo Yuanhang woke up? What are you going to do, don't you?" Do you still want to remarry?"

Qiao Zhinuan's chin hurt from being pinched by the man, "So what?!"

He has a child, a wife, and a family, so why doesn't he let her go?

Forcing her to become a loss of ethics and morality, an existence that violates the Three Views.

Her identity is still hidden from everyone. If one day, she is finally dug out by the world, how will she meet people?

She didn't want to destroy his family, be spurned by others, and she didn't want to...call him a scumbag.

Mo Siting kissed her lips fiercely.

So what if she said yes?
This sentence was like a sharp knife, pierced into his chest cavity, and then pulled out again, bringing out blood that flowed out, dripping with blood.

Qiao Zhinuan was blocked by the man's tongue.

He was really kissing fiercely, kissing like punishment.

Crazy and intense entwining kisses, I don't know whose lips were scratched, and there was a faint smell of rust in the mouth.

Mo Siting's lips moved to the corner of her mouth, and then meandering all the way to her cochlea, "...then I have no choice but to tie you by my side."

The gentle words of love made Qiao Zhinuan feel a slight illusion.

He kissed her as if he wanted to tear her body apart and suck out the spirit in her body.

The brain was hypoxic and dizzy, and when he realized it, he was picked up by the man and placed on the soft big bed.

She reacted, and just as she was about to escape, the man grabbed her ankle and covered her body in the next second.

When Qiao Zhinuan saw his eyes, they turned red again.

That frightening red makes people feel inexplicable fear.

It was as if he was no longer Mo Siting, but a different person.

He grabbed her ankle, spread her legs as far as possible, and pressed her down.

"what……"

Without any preparation or lubrication, she hurt like she was being torn apart.

The man is like a giant beast that has finally been released from the cage, and finally has a world where he can gallop, and he is tireless on her body.

His lips and tongue moved sensitively, from top to bottom...

Qiao Zhinuan's mind suddenly became bright and white.

In the end, she was completely confused, and she could only hear herself saying mechanically——

"Mo Siting...no more..."

"I don't want to remarry Mo Yuanhang, and I won't accept the flowers he gave me..."

"Stop... Mo Siting, I hurt..."

"Mo Siting, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Her thoughts were a little drawn away, and an inexplicable picture appeared in her mind.

A girl with a colorfully dyed afro was dragged into a hair salon by a man, and thrown to the hairstylist beside him: "Make her a normal hairstyle."

She sat on the chair in front of the bright mirror and let the hairdresser behind her help her with her hair. From time to time, she glanced at the man sitting on the sofa in the mirror.

He was wearing casual attire, with a V-neck cashmere sweater over his shirt, and a section of white cuffs was exposed.

Even though he was dressed so casually and formally, she still felt that he had a taste of yuppie.

While straightening her hair, the stylist asked, "Is that your brother?"

She immediately pouted.

She can get into trouble at school and tell the teacher that this is her brother, but she doesn't want to hear from others that he is her brother.

Why can he only be a brother?

She was a bad girl anyway.

She snorted, "He's my boyfriend."

The hair stylist obviously paused for a while, looking at the female student with an afro, and then at the man behind him with a dignified attitude, he couldn't think of it.

She met the man's eyes in the mirror, glared at him angrily, and looked away.

The corner of the man's lips curled up into a faint smile.

…………

Silent night.

Mo Siting leaned against the bed and smoked.

The night light, which was as cool as water at night, came in from the glass window, and together with the man's gaze, it fell on the woman who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

On the neck and arms exposed from the thin blanket on his body, there are mottled marks of bruises and purples.

The bluish-white smoke obscured his handsome side face, and his hands seemed to carelessly put on the woman's Guolu's shoulders, and the woman's body trembled unconsciously.

Mo Siting closed his eyes deeply.

He felt that all the self-control in his life had been used on her.

The former rebellious girl Lin Qiao, now Qiao Zhinuan who has always been afraid of him and avoided him.

Mo Siting rubbed the center of his brows, his eyes half closed slightly.

But, it's still inevitable.

He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray by the bed, turned over and held the woman in his arms.

"Jojo, don't even think about leaving me, don't ever think about it again."

…………

Qiao Zhinuan had a dream.

In her dream, she was unruly, wearing ripped fishnet jeans, a black sequined T-shirt, her hair was highlighted with silver and white, her face was wearing thick smoky makeup, and she was carrying a shoulder bag casually, provocatively. He looked at the man standing in front of him.

"You are my father's comrade-in-arms?"

This man doesn't look very old, he looks quite young, "Uncle, let me tell you, you can go back wherever you came from, this is my territory, I'm in charge... hey!"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man took her backpack in her hand.

She almost couldn't stand still, staggered forward, and almost fell to the ground. When she looked up, she saw that the man had unzipped her backpack, and the contents inside fell to the ground with a clatter.

Scattered on the ground are all kinds of cosmetics, snacks, and some girls' little things, but there are no textbooks.

"What are you doing! Crazy!"

In a hurry, she stepped forward and pushed the man violently.

The man threw her onto the sofa behind as if he was carrying a chick. She seemed to be a spring, and wanted to bounce up immediately. The man had already bent down, with his elbows resting on the armrests on both sides of the single sofa.

She shrank back in fright.

"What are you doing?"

The man looked down at her with piercing eyes, "I give you two choices, first, live honestly, and listen to me honestly..."

"Needless to say! I choose second!"

There was a smile on the corner of the man's lips, but his eyes were not half smile, "Really? Then don't regret it."

Why did she feel that his back felt cold when he smiled?
Later, she found out that he was a lone wolf who had just come out of Special Forces A, the youngest commander who was once known as the instructor of the God of Death, and he had his own way of dealing with disobedient recruits.

But by then, it was too late.

She has been firmly held by this man.