Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

The little nurses especially sympathized with Qiao Zhinuan, who was a widow right after she got married, and her in-laws and her family were all like that.

The nurse brought Qiao Zhinuan a glass of water and asked her to wait in the lounge, "Miss Qiao, can you leave a phone number? I will contact you directly when the patient wakes up."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

After all, hospitals are racing against time to rescue patients, and now that she is here, it is also an obstacle.

When she came out of the hospital, her heart was empty, and she looked up at the gray sky empty, not knowing what to do for a while.

Qiao Zhinuan was standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus, when the cell phone rang suddenly.

Qiao Zhinuan glanced at the name displayed on the phone screen, her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but recall the moment when the man pressed her lips last night.

She caught her breath and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Mo."

No one spoke on the other end of the phone, only two light clicks.

"Buns?"

This time the phone rang twice again, but it was a little more urgent than before.

"You're awake. Your father took you away last night. Auntie didn't have time to say goodbye to you. You must obediently listen to your father..."

Qiao Zhinuan saw the No. 106 bus, and hurriedly said: "Auntie is on the bus first, and I will call you another day."

On the other side of the phone, Xiao Baozi got anxious when he heard it, and tapped his fingers on the phone, but there was a busy tone from the receiver that Didi had been hung up.

When Mo Siting came back from a meeting, he pushed open the office door, and saw the little bun with an expression on his face that was about to cry, and his little fingers were typing on the phone in disarray.

When Mo Xiaomo heard the sound at the door, she turned her head and took a look. She dropped her phone on the table and was about to slide off the tall boss chair when Mo Si Ting picked it up by the collar.

The slender fingers took the phone and glanced at it, "Did you call Qiao Zhinuan?"

Mo Xiaomo snorted, turned her head away, and struggled to use her short legs to jump in the air, trying to get off the chair.

Mo Siting typed a few words on the phone with one hand.

Mo Xiaomo glanced at it, then stopped thumping for a moment, rolled her black eyes, put her arms around Mo Siting's arm, and stared at the phone screen with shining eyes.

Mo Siting raised the corner of his eyes, "Want to learn?"

Mo Xiaomo nodded like pounding garlic.

If you can type on your mobile phone, you can send text messages with Qiao Qiao!
Mo Siting called up the keyboard and typed a line: "Auntie, I'm Mo Xiaomo."

Mo Xiaomo's two small eyebrows were twisted into twists in an instant. She stretched out her little finger on the screen, pointed at the word "auntie", and deleted it.

"..."

Mo Siting glanced at his son with heavy eyes, and added it again.

"Humph!"

Mo Xiaomo snorted to express her dissatisfaction, and then deleted the word "auntie".

"..."

Mo Siting asked in a bad tone: "It's not auntie, what is it?"

Mo Xiaomo twisted her little butt, lowered her head in embarrassment, twisted her little finger, poked Mo Siting's arm, and then thumped her little shoulder.

"..."

Both father and son stared at each other, neither of them willing to let go.

After 15 minutes, the father and son took a step back and reached a consensus.

…………

Qiao Zhinuan only saw this text message when she got home.

——"Aunt Xiaoqiao, hello^_^I'm Mo Xiaomo."

Qiao Zhinuan looked at this line of words, as if a warm current had been injected into her depressed heart, she took out her mobile phone and replied, "Hi, little friend."

After looking at the phone for a while, there was no response. She turned around and went into the room to change clothes. When she came out, she heard the phone ding.