Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Siting narrowed his long and deep eyes.

Mo Xiaomo opened his mouth, turned his head and glanced at the bright crystal lamp from the corner of his eye, then slowly let go of Mo Siting's leg, and wrote a few words with a marker pen on the white writing board beside him. Word: [Leave it to you, anyway, I still have 6 of them. 】

Then he went upstairs with his small schoolbag on his back.

Mo Siting looked at Mo Xiaomo's small figure running up the stairs, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He went straight to the wine cabinet in the side hall.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and placed six paper cranes on the wine cabinet in turn, pink, blue, purple, white, and green.

side by side.

Mo Siting remembered that when Mo Xiaomo could speak, the first syllable he uttered was "Mom" accurately.

In Shen Hanjing's words, Mo Xiaomo's facial features are all [-]% inherited from him, and it looks like a miniature version of him when placed there.

Only those eyes...

Those eyes really look more like Qiao Zhinuan as they grow longer.

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When Qiao Zhinuan got home, he remembered that he didn't go to the hospital.

She simply called Mo Yuanhang again, "I'm only busy until now, have you eaten yet?"

Mo Yuanhang said in a weak voice, "No, I'll wait for you."

Qiao Zhinuan was full of guilt, "I'll be right there."

She changed into a loose casual suit, bought two tomato sauce noodles downstairs, called a car and hurried to the hospital.

Hospital ward.

Mo Yuanhang really didn't eat.

Su Ruoyu brought dinner, but Mo Yuanhang didn't eat it.

"Qiao Zhinuan is a lie. She will never come again today."

She felt sorry that Mo Yuanhang was already hungry, but still had to wait for Qiao Zhinuan to stop eating.

Mo Yuanhang hung up the phone and put the phone aside, "Throw away the food, she will be here soon."

Su Ruoyu stood where she was, and wanted to speak up to persuade her, but she knew in her heart that even if she tried to persuade her, there was nothing she could do, and she had been persuading her for an hour.

"Then I'll go next door first, and call me if you need anything."

Mo Yuanhang nodded.

Su Ruoyu closed the door, her fingers were livid.

If it wasn't for Qiao Zhinuan's shares, why would she have to endure it like this!
With gloomy gaze, Mo Yuanhang pressed his hand hard on his shoulder.

The wound was suddenly in severe pain.

Blood soon soaked the white bandages again.

Mo Yuanhang's face faded quickly, becoming as pale as snow, and he closed his eyes a little tiredly.

Qiao Zhinuan arrived soon.

She trotted all the way up, she was panting when she pushed the door open, and the tip of her nose was covered with sweat beads.

"Yuanhang, sorry."

Mo Yuanhang raised his arms, "It's okay, I fell asleep just now, and you just came over when I woke up."

Qiao Zhinuan put the two takeaway noodles on the table, and came to help Mo Yuanhang, put a pillow behind him, and put a small table on the bed.

"I bought shredded pork noodles with tomato sauce."

Qiao Zhinuan put the things on the small table, "See if it suits your taste..."

Mo Yuanhang smiled, "I like to eat."

Qiao Zhinuan saw that Mo Yuanhang's expression was not very good, and asked worriedly, "Should I go to see a doctor?"

"No need," Mo Yuanhang sniffed the heat wafting from the soup bowl, "It's really delicious, is it the same one we ate before?"

"Yes, I bought it at a branch."

Qiao Zhinuan just remembered that Mo Yuanhang liked to eat noodles from this restaurant last year, so he took a detour to buy it.

Since it is already late, it will be more sincere to choose something that Mo Yuanhang likes.

However, she didn't know that Mo Yuanhang never liked to eat this kind of noodles, and he had to force himself to eat it every time.

He only chose this ordinary pasta to please Qiao Zhinuan.

Mo Yuanhang raised his hand to take the chopsticks, but suddenly let out a muffled snort. No matter how much he tried to force a smile, Qiao Zhinuan could see it this time.

She came over in a hurry, and went to remove Mo Yuanhang's hospital gown, and saw the bright red oozing from her chest at a glance.

She was startled, and hurriedly rang the bedside bell.

Mo Yuanhang's attending doctor rushed over, Qiao Zhinuan put the noodles aside, and put away the small table.

"The wound has burst open again."

The doctor asked the nurse to bring the medical supplies for the bandage, and asked Mo Yuanhang to take off one sleeve of the hospital gown, then unwrapped the chest bandage round and round, and reapplied the medicine.

He asked the nurse to take Mo Yuanhang's temperature. He had a low-grade fever, which seemed to be on the rise.

Before leaving, he also specifically explained to Qiao Zhinuan, "Pay attention to his injuries at night to avoid high fever. Now the infusion bottle for his infusion contains anti-inflammatory drugs, which can physically reduce the temperature."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

Mo Yuanhang's face was very pale, and he was leaning on the pillow, very weak, "Put up the small table, I'll eat something."

Qiao Zhinuan came to help Mo Yuanhang, and leaned against the soft cushion behind him. It was visible to the naked eye that cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and his hands were trembling all the time, and he couldn't hold the chopsticks at all.

"I'll feed you."

Qiao Zhinuan took the initiative to carry the noodle bowl, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and moved closer to Mo Yuanhang's lips.

"Don't dislike me, I have never served anyone before."

Her skills are unfamiliar, so Mo Yuanhang probably won't be too comfortable eating.

Mo Yuanhang smiled, "Am I the first? It's an honor."

Outside the ward, the door was opened a gap.

Neither of the two people in the ward noticed such a slight movement.

A mobile phone's camera pointed at the two people on the bed, and the shutter was pressed a few times.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there are several photos with ambiguous poses.

Tap the screen with your finger, find a mobile phone number, and press the send button.

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Buzz, buzz.

The mobile phone placed on the wine cabinet vibrated twice.

Mo Siting's half-drunk brows slightly lifted, and he glanced at the lit phone screen.

His slender fingers supported his forehead, and he took the phone casually, unlocked the screen, squinted his eyes and looked at an unfamiliar phone number displayed on the phone.

Mo Siting held a cigarette in one hand, swiped open the screen with the other hand, and clicked on the text message.

Reflected on the phone screen, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The cigarette butt in his left hand has inadvertently left a slight crease.

On the screen of the phone, there was a photo.

The angle of the photo is very subtle, and the occluder can be seen in the corner, and the position of the camera is just to illuminate the two people beside the hospital bed.

In the first picture, the woman is feeding Mo Yuanhang.

In the second picture, the woman took out a tissue and was in a hurry to help Mo Yuanhang wipe the soup from the corner of his mouth.

In the third picture, the woman lowered her eyes and smiled.

There was a slight click.

The cigarette butt was completely broken from the middle, revealing strands of tobacco inside.

Mo Siting's face was gloomy and terrifying, his fingers almost crushed the phone, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white.

Seeing Mo Siting coming back, Jiang Siyan was sitting next to the wine cabinet drinking, so she went to the kitchen to make hangover soup.

As soon as he walked to the side hall with the hangover soup, he heard a loud bang from inside.

The hangover soup bowl in Jiang Siyan's hand was steady so that it did not fall.

The floor lamp beside the wine cabinet shone dimly on the man's silhouette.

The glass fans on both sides of the wine cabinet were broken, and scattered on the ground were glass shards of a rare and precious wine bottle, and shards of goblets, which were fragmented and shone with various colors under the lights.

"President Mo..."

Mo Siting got up, turned around and walked outside with big strides.

Jiang Siyan only felt a layer of cold wind blowing on her face, and the man had already passed by.

She saw the mobile phone on the table, walked over to take a look, it was terrible, and hurriedly called Lu Bei.

Lu Bei finally got off work early, took a nice shower, answered a nagging blind date call from his mother, and was just about to turn on the computer to play a qualifying game when the phone rang again.

He got through the phone and said impatiently: "Mom, I know it will be eight o'clock tomorrow night, and I will definitely arrive on time."

"I don't remember having a son your age."

Hearing this familiar voice, Lu Bei silently recited it three times, and glanced at Jiang Siyan's name on the phone screen.

Jiang Siyan said directly: "Stop, I'm not discussing my seniority now, the boss just received an anonymous message with three photos on it, you go to the hospital immediately, Mo Yuanhang's ward!"

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Mo Siting drove very fast.

Speeding all the way.

When he arrived at the hospital, the car lay across the parking space. He ignored the security guard holding the microphone and told him to move the car away, and went straight to the elevator.

He knew Mo Yuanhang's ward.

But she never thought that Qiao Zhinuan would care so much about Mo Yuanhang.

She had never fed him before, but now she fed Mo Yuanhang?
He knew in his heart that it was useless to make such a comparison, and there was nothing to compare with. He was the next head of the majestic Mo family, and Mo Yuanhang was a small branch under the entanglement of the Mo family.

But at this moment, the darkness emanating from the depths of the body, like steam, slowly penetrated from the inside of the body.

There is a voice in my heart saying: "I just said, I told you to tie her up and lock her up, and told her to only see you every day. Don't you know that women's real attributes are all cheap? If you are not obedient, just be obedient." until."

To shut up!

Mo Siting's eyes were red, and the bright mirror of the elevator reflected his own reflection.

His face was tense, his pupils were glowing red, and his knuckles were blue and white.

Ding sound.

The elevator door opened.

Mo Siting stepped down.

The large-marble floor in the corridor is very bright, and the lights above the head are reflected on the ground, which can illuminate people's shadows.

Mo Siting passed one ward door after another, and every time he passed one, he kicked it open.

These are all VIP wards, which already have the best medical conditions and the best public security, but now there are endless knocks on the doors.

The nurse on duty at the nurse station came out in a hurry.

"Sir, what are you doing? Are you looking for someone?"

Mo Siting's eyes were dark, and he casually glanced at the female nurse who was about to come forward.

The cold eyes frightened the female nurse and she stopped in her tracks.

No one's gaze has ever been able to have such a deterrent power, as if turning the invisible gaze into a tangible sharp sword, piercing the throat with one glance.