Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

"Eh."

Qiao Zhinuan walked over, chose a chair from the soft sofa and hard chair, and sat down.

There was a glint of approval in Mo Chongfeng's eyes.

The butler brought a pot of tea.

"Try it, the best Biluochun is washed with spring water from Hai County."

Qiao Zhinuan picked up the teacup, and a hint of green floated in the white porcelain teacup, with a clear color.

She took a shallow sip, feeling the fragrance on her cheeks and teeth.

Mo Chongfeng asked: "How is it?"

Qiao Zhinuan put the teacup back on the tea table and put his hands on his knees, "I don't know much about tea tasting, but the color of the tea is clear and the taste is very pure, I can't drink any more."

Mo Chongfeng was holding the tea lid in his hand, and gently flicked it on the teacup.

"You are the first girl."

He has received many men and women in this study room, and even in the tea room next to him, and they all cater to their liking. After drinking a sip of tea, he can't wait to explain the tea ceremony clearly.

It was the first one who was as serious and sincere as Qiao Zhinuan.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me, girl?"

After listening to Mo Chongfeng's question, Qiao Zhinuan replied, "I...I want to transfer 5.00% of Mo's Group's equity to you."

There was not the slightest surprise on Mo Chongfeng's face, "Why?"

"This is not mine."

Mo Chongfeng smiled heartily, "It's not yours. I gave it to you. It's yours. If you have a lot of money, you don't need to overwhelm yourself. Have you never heard of this truth? Besides, I know that your mother needs money for her illness. This share, as long as the year-end dividend is distributed, it will be a large sum."

However, Mo Chongfeng also knew.

Qiao Zhinuan never touched the money.

He specifically asked the board of directors to open a bank account with Qiao Zhinuan's ID card when the dividend was distributed at the end of last year, and deposit the dividend money in it regularly.

But the money has not been touched at all.

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head, "It's different."

Mo Chongfeng looked at Qiao Zhinuan fixedly, and after about ten seconds, he touched his beard on his chin with a smile, "It's different."

Qiao Zhinuan was also beating drums in her heart.

What she was facing was an old man over sixty years old, who had been in the military and business circles for decades, and she had no confidence at all.

Therefore, she didn't want to play any tricks at all, and she was still the same as usual.

"Girl, you are a good boy, but," Mo Chongfeng took a sip of tea, then changed his voice, "I can't take back this share."

Qiao Zhinuan was a little surprised.

She finally got such an opportunity, so naturally she refused to give up.

"Mr. Mo, I..."

"I already sent it out in front of the whole family. If I take it back, what can I do with my old face? There is no need to mention this matter again!"

Seeing Mo Chongfeng's resolute refusal, Qiao Zhinuan knew that it would be impossible to say anything for a while.

She stood up and bowed, "Then I will take my leave first."

When she walked to the door, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to her mind, she stopped, and turned around again, "Mr. Mo, I have one more merciless request."

"You said."

"Since you won't take back the shares, I won't touch the dividends, but I want to ask you for a favor, and I hope you can agree."

Mo Chongfeng was a little curious, "Let's hear it."

Qiao Zhinuan told her thoughts, Mo Chongfeng listened, the beard on his chin trembled with laughter.

"Can you acquiesce?"

Mo Chongfeng took another look at Qiao Zhinuan.

This girl is very beautiful, but not coquettish, with a soft voice, polite but not arrogant, and has her own set of principles in dealing with people, which is deeply in his liking.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Qiao Zhinuan retreated from the study, and Mrs. Mo came over with a fruit plate, "Are we done talking?"

"um, yes."

Old Madam Mo didn't ask Qiao Zhinuan to go in to eat some fruit, but slammed the study door right in front of her.

Mo Chongfeng looked up at his wife, "Did you light explosives?"

"Hmph," Old Madam Mo said, "I'm not used to that girl."

She told Mo Chongfeng all the conversation between Qiao Zhinuan and Shi Jing that she heard when she was standing by the corridor during the meal just now.

"This kind of woman is very scheming."

The fishtails at the corners of Mo Chongfeng's eyes were all loose when he smiled, but he didn't expect that this girl had a side of eloquence.

It can be regarded as being able to bend and stretch.

Han Xiangjun ate a grape, "Old man, what are you thinking?"

"What do you think of her being the future mistress of the Mo family?"

The grapes in Han Xiangjun's hand fell onto the plate.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I was just kidding."

Han Xiangjun stroked his chest, "You're going to scare me."

There is deep meaning in Mo Chongfeng's eyes.

…………

The Mo family's old house is a wealthy area, and taxis can rarely get here.

Qiao Zhinuan came out of the old house and called a taxi with her mobile phone.

It took more than ten minutes for the vehicle to come over.

She was walking up and down the side of the road when a car stopped ahead.

The windows were lowered.

"Miss Qiao, get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

The speaker was Mo Yan, and Shi Jing was sitting in the co-pilot.

Qiao Zhinuan waved her hand and refused, "I've ordered a car, it's on my way, and I'll be there soon."

Mo Yan saw Mo Siting's car coming out from the rear mirror, so he raised the window and left without further dissuasion.

Mo Siting's car stopped in front of Qiao Zhinuan, Qiao Zhinuan was a little surprised.

The rear window was lowered, revealing Mo Xiaomo's chubby bun face.

[Little Qiao, get in the car. 】

"I've already ordered a car, no need."

Mo Xiaomo reached out to pull Qiao Zhinuan, but she didn't let go.

Qiao Zhinuan was dragged by the little bun, and there was nothing she could do, so she nodded, "Okay."

The rear seat is a two-seater.

Only put a child safety seat with Mo Xiaomo on it.

Qiao Zhinuan originally wanted to sit in the back seat.

As soon as the door of the rear seat was opened, the man in the driver's seat in front said softly and softly, "You are the first one to take me as the driver."

Qiao Zhinuan had already knocked on the car with one leg.

Of course she knew what it meant.

Generally, as a guest, you will sit in the back seat of the car.

But now that the co-pilot is empty, she wants to sit in the back seat, this...

Mo Xiaomo resolutely pulled Qiao Zhinuan and did not let go, but Qiao Zhinuan got into the back seat with eyes stronger than high-voltage electricity.

All the way, it was very silent.

Mo Xiaomo asked Qiao Zhinuan to teach him how to fold a thousand origami cranes.

"Fold it in half first, then press this side..."

Every time Qiao Zhinuan repeated an action, he asked Mo Xiaomo to take a look.

Mo Xiaomo shook her head with a very serious look on her face.

This is a task assigned by the kindergarten teacher. In fact, Mo Xiaomo knows how to fold it. He is smart enough to only watch the teacher fold it once and remember it in his mind.

But now I just want to see Xiao Qiao Zhe.

When a thousand paper cranes were folded, Mo Xiaomo held his chin again, and showed Qiao Zhinuan his phone: [Read it again, I didn't learn it. 】

"it is good."

Mo Siting looked at his son from the rearview mirror so "brazenly" saying what he couldn't, his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping water.

All the way to Chenxi Community.

Qiao Zhinuan folded the origami cranes and scattered them on the rear seat.

Mo Siting stopped the car, opened the door, and leaned against the car to smoke.

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head sideways and through the dark car film, she could still see the flickering spots of light between the man's fingers.

She thought about it, took out a 50 yuan note from her wallet, put it on the front frame of the car for Mo Siting, and got out of the car.

Mo Siting narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman who got out of the car.

The woman's hair was untied and loose, and was blown by the wind, revealing a small piece of fair skin.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't look at Mo Siting, walked around the back of the car and left.

Mo Siting held back his anger.

He watched Qiao Zhinuan's room light up, then he pinched his cigarette, opened the driver's door and sat in.

At a glance, I saw the 50 yuan on the car seat.

Mo Siting's temples twitched.

He said that she regarded him as a driver, so she gave him the taxi fare?
Mo Siting was really annoyed.

Mo Xiaomo was completely immersed in the joy of owning eleven thousand paper cranes, and did not notice the unpredictable expression on his father's face at this time.

Arriving at Fenglin Garden, Mo Xiaomo was just unfastening the seat belt on his child safety seat when the side door was pulled open.

A black figure leaned down, and then...

A pair of hands reached out to the thousand paper cranes that he had managed to make into a pattern of "heart" on the rear seat.

Mo Xiaomo stared wide-eyed, watching his father break his heart in half.

He was stunned for a few seconds, and the big hand wanted to come in to get the rest. He reacted immediately, and he fell off the seat like a meatball, and threw himself on the car seat, puffing up. He looked at his dad standing outside the car anxiously.

Mo Xiaomo waited for Mo Si Ting's people to go far away before counting them pitifully, and there were only six left.

Crying and chirping.

The nasty daddy took five of them!
Dad is simply a bandit!It's a thief!

Mo Xiaomo immediately folded his six Thousand Paper Cranes and put them in a small schoolbag, then rushed over with the small schoolbag on his back, like a small cannonball, grabbed Mo Siting's leg, finger Holding the thousand paper cranes in Dad's hand.

Mo Siting looked down at his son's swollen cheeks and his pair of black eyes soaked in water, and he thought of Qiao Zhinuan, that heartless woman.

He spread out his palms, and there were a few exquisitely folded thousand origami cranes placed in front of Mo Xiaomo, and before Mo Xiaomo reached out to grab them, he raised his hand again.

Mo Xiaomo's eyes widened.

Mo Siting's tone was slightly weak, "If you say you want it, I'll give it to you."

Mo Xiaomo took out his mobile phone and wrote countless I want with bright red exclamation marks!

Mo Siting slowly unbuttoned a collar button, looked at his son, "Speak."

The light in Mo Xiaomo's eyes flickered.

Even Jiang Siyan, who was eating melons in the kitchen, came out expectantly.

Ever since that incident happened when she was two years old, Mo Xiaomo has never spoken again.

She also secretly took her mobile phone and called up the recording function, preparing to record this historic moment.

Mo Xiaomo raised her head, looked at her father with a pair of eyes exactly like Qiao Zhinuan, and opened her mouth.