Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

The middle-aged man showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, he grinned and ran his fingers down Qiao Zhinuan's face, and the lustful light in his eyes became more and more intense.

What a stunner.

Qiao Zhinuan suppressed the feeling of nausea, and pulled the corners of his mouth, "Brother, I don't want to stay in such a messy place, can we change the place? I see a hotel in front, which is no better than this open-air environment Is it?"

Qiao Zhinuan had goosebumps all over his body.

But she still said such words with the softest and softest voice.

Now it is in the repaired street, and there are very few people. Once she reaches the main road ahead, she can find a way to call for help.

However, the middle-aged man on top of her scratched her face back and forth with the tip of a fruit knife, "Going to a hotel? So that you can call for help? Do you think our brothers are stupid?"

Qiao Zhinuan was instantly cold.

The two people behind also laughed wildly, laughing at her ignorance.

The tip of the middle-aged man's knife had already slipped into Qiao Zhinuan's neckline, and Qiao Zhinuan's pupils constricted violently, with his mouth full of the smell of tobacco and alcohol, "Enjoy it obediently!"

Qiao Zhinuan struggled recklessly.

The tip of the fruit knife scratched the side of her neck, and it hurt a bit, and blood oozes out.

She felt no pain at all.

A kind of hollow despair slowly rose from the bottom of her heart, and she shouted loudly, "Come on! Help! Help!"

Once a person is not afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of?
The strong man on his body didn't expect that Qiao Zhinuan would suddenly make such a violent movement. He was pushed suddenly, and the knife caught off guard and cut Qiao Zhinuan's arm upwards.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed over from the other side. Before Qiao Zhinuan could even see clearly, the strong man on his body was already thrown to the ground.

Qiao Zhinuan saw it in the night, the person who flew over was... Mo Yuanhang!

She hastily turned over the mobile phone that had fallen on the ground in a panic, and tried her best to restrain her trembling hands to call the police.

Mo Yuanhang punched the strong man hard.

Punch after punch, smashing down hard.

The strong man suddenly raised his foot and kicked Mo Yuanhang over.

After all, Mo Yuanhang had just been ill for eight months. Shortly after waking up, his body was very weak, and he fell on the ground with a distorted expression.

The strong man kicked Mo Yuanhang, raised the fruit knife in his hand, and walked towards Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan has already called the police.

The phone in his hand was kicked away in the next second.

The mobile phone fell heavily on the asphalt ground, and the screen of the mobile phone was shattered inch by inch like a spider web.

Mo Yuanhang rushed over and hugged the strong man's leg, and shouted at Qiao Zhinuan, "Run!"

Qiao Zhinuan reflexively stood up and ran, ran two steps, turned back again, picked up a stone on the ground, and slammed it down on the strong man's head.

The strong man wailed, and the blood on his head flowed down his forehead.

"Female cousin!"

He raised the fruit knife high in his hand.

Qiao Zhinuan turned over suddenly, relying on her dexterous body to avoid the knife, but there was still the extremely subtle sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh from behind.

She turned her head and saw a sharp weapon pierced into Mo Yuanhang's chest, and a bright red blood flower bloomed on his white shirt.

The strong men seemed to be in a hurry.

"Killed, what should I do..."

"Run!"

The fruit knife was pulled out abruptly, and the blood sprayed on Qiao Zhinuan's face.

She crawled on the ground to pick up her mobile phone and turned it on.

Still usable.

With trembling fingers, she clicked on the emergency number on the screen of the mobile phone, and her bloody hand left a large swath of blood on the screen.

The few people ran away quickly, Qiao Zhinuan looked at the blood flowing from his chest, his whole body was in a daze, and he put his hands on Mo Yuanhang's chest, as if he wanted to block him with his own hands Wound.

"Zhi Nuan."

Mo Yuanhang's voice was weak, his chest heaved up and down, and he raised his hand as if he wanted to grab her hand.

"If I die, you...would you like to give me another chance..."

Qiao Zhinuan tore off the fabric from her skirt and pressed it on Mo Yuanhang's chest, "You will be fine, you will be fine."

"I, I mean, what if..."

Mo Yuanhang's strength was exhausted.

He spoke intermittently, and his lips became pale and bloodless very quickly.

He finally held Qiao Zhinuan's finger, "Give me one more chance...marry me..."

Qiao Zhinuan's tears welled up in her eyes.

It rolled and fell into the dust with a clatter.

At this moment, Mo Yuanhang was not in her mind, but another face.

How would she answer.

She agreed to Mo Yuanhang, what about him?
He... probably won't care.

After all, she was just his shady lover.

It doesn't matter what she does.

Thinking of this possibility, her heart ached, and she had to do something to relieve the pain.

She bit her lip desperately, the lip was split open, and the soaked blood flowed down from the lip.

"……it is good."

Mo Yuanhang looked at Qiao Zhinuan's face, and finally, after hearing her answer, he smiled slowly, tilted his head, and dropped the hand holding Qiao Zhinuan heavily.

"Yuanhang? Mo Yuanhang! Wake up! Don't sleep! The ambulance is coming soon!"

She could already hear the siren of the ambulance coming from far and near.

The ambulance couldn't get in, so two strong male nurses ran down from the intersection carrying a stretcher. When they saw Mo Yuanhang covered in blood on the ground, they immediately carried him up.

"Girl, can you still go?"

The medical staff asked a question.

Qiao Zhinuan also looked horrific, with blood all over her face and hands, but she sat on her knees and didn't faint.

She leaned against the wall and stood up, "Yes."

"Then get in the ambulance and go to the hospital!"

Qiao Zhinuan ran over and got into the ambulance.

The ambulance drove off again.

…………

Zhong Ze has been a little depressed recently.

He received a call from Mo Siting and made an appointment to come over for a consultation at eight o'clock tonight.

To Mo Xiaomo Xiaopen friend.

Originally, Mo Xiaomo could be regarded as his half son, if something serious happened, he would be duty-bound!

He was frightened for a long time when he received the call, "What's going on? What's wrong with Xiaomo? What's wrong?"

In his series of questions, what came out was Mo Siting's three words.

"just wait."

As a result, he became an ant on a hot pot in the office, and tens of thousands of diseases rolled over in his mind.

What diseases are children in this age group prone to?

Do you want to call in an expert in pediatric internal medicine? Although he is a genius in medical skills, he is a neurosurgery specialist, and it is not good if he is not right.

So, during the half an hour on the way Mo Siting brought Mo Xiaomo, Zhong Ze gave [-] treatments to the hospital's departments of Internal Medicine and Respiratory Medicine, ENT, Cardiovascular, Brain, Surgery, and Dermatology. The expert directors of the outpatient clinic hung up the phone and gathered together, waiting for the arrival of this "little ancestor".

until……

The office door opened from the outside.

A chubby-looking little boy walked in.

Zhong Ze rubbed his eyes.

I go!

It's only been a month or two, and the small bun has become a big bun, and it's still a big meat bun with a thin skin and [-] folds of stuffing.

That's why Zhong Ze knew that Mo Xiaomo's "terminal illness" was childhood obesity.

Zhong Ze nodded and bowed one by one, and invited the directors of each department away, turned around and looked at the big and small with a funny face, "I said buddy, can you explain it on the phone? The boss has invited you."

Mo Siting didn't bother to talk nonsense to Zhong Ze, so he took out Mo Xiaomo's health advice from his pocket, "Look at it, and make a treatment plan for him."

He especially emphasized two words - treatment.

Mo Xiaomo lay on the sofa and snorted.

Zhong Ze is also a fine person, how could he not understand, who told him to be Mo Siting's good buddy.

So, he pretended to come to the side, typing on the computer, and within 3 minutes, he sorted out a treatment form, and the printer started to work.

"All right."

A form appeared in front of Mo Xiaomo.

In addition to diet, do not eat sweets, do not eat greasy food, eat more fruits and vegetables, and exercise every day.

Mo Xiaomo looked at the types of prohibited diets, and the delicious food made by Qiao Qiao popped up in his mind one by one - durian crisps, sweet and sour balls, hazelnut cookies, blueberry cakes...

Mo Siting kicked his son's fleshy ass lightly.

"This is the plan given by your uncle Zhong. Follow it, or you will become a fat man of two hundred catties later. Let's see if Xiao Qiao still recognizes you."

Mo Xiaomo lay on the sofa, took out the mobile phone from the pocket of the overalls, clicked on the screen, and entered a line of words.

When he saw the moving picture of a two-hundred-pound fat man on the screen of his mobile phone, he got up from the sofa in shock.

God!

This... so scary!
He doesn't want to become a big fat man!
Now that they came to the hospital, Zhong Ze told them to eat in the cafeteria on the side of the hospital.

"I'm going to order some dishes to be delivered."

Zhong Ze walked out of the office, walked along the corridor, walked to the nurse's station, and asked the nurse to help him get some dishes.

Several nurses scrambled.

"Doctor Zhong! Tell me to cook for you!"

Zhong Ze is the youngest and most promising expert doctor in the hospital, at the professor level!Moreover, he is also handsome, which is definitely praised by the whole hospital!
"Send it to my office, this bottle of xylitol is for you to share."

Zhong Ze smiled, took out a box of xylitol from his pocket and kept it.

When he passed the corridor of the emergency operating room, he saw a figure sitting on a public seat outside the door, which looked familiar.

The long hair is messy on the shoulders, the clothes on the body are also mottled with blood, the edge of the skirt is torn, the head is lowered, the long disheveled hair covers the face, the fingers of the two hands are intertwined, looking thin And thin.

this woman...

Zhong Ze walked over curiously and took another look.

Don't look at it, look at it!
Zhong Ze yelled in horror: "Sister Xiao Qiao?!"