Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan screamed twice.

Because of her dryness, her voice was a little split, with a hoarse feeling.

Mo Siting had already taken off one of Qiao Zhinuan's shoulder straps, revealing the contiguous red rashes on his shoulders.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at him almost beggingly.

Mo Siting closed his eyes deeply, withdrew his hand, turned around and walked towards the door, and closed the door behind him with a bang.

Under the flickering lights above her head, Qiao Zhinuan's figure appeared to be alone.

She whimpered.

Sure enough, he was still frightened by her.

So, her face was ruined, and her body was covered with these red rashes that looked more and more terrifying. She didn't want him to see it, but he still wanted to see it.

Qiao Zhinuan covered her face.

His eyes fell on his fingers, all of which were uneven skin.

He must have completely hated her by now.

There seemed to be a hand stretched in and clenched fiercely in the chest cavity, the pain was unbearable.

…………

Mo Siting came out of the room with serious eyes.

The lighter in his hand failed to light the cigarette a few times, and he tried hard with his fingers, and the cigarette butt broke from it.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"You buy the next flight to Blacka."

The phone hangs up.

Zhong Ze was so angry!
Why does Mao say half of what he says every time!
What are you asking him to do?

Zhong Ze's slander was his own, so he went to explain the situation to the hospital's leaders and took three days off.

Before boarding the plane, he sent Mo Siting the flight number.

Eight hours later, the plane landed, and Zhong Ze saw Lu Bei outside waiting to be picked up.

Lu Bei waved at Zhong Ze.

"Young Master Zhong!"

Zhong Ze took a deep breath of the fresh air of Blacka, and exhaled slowly, "The air is so good."

Finally, I don't have to endure the bad weather like Ancheng.

"What's the matter with your president?"

Before Lu Bei had time to answer, Zhong Ze had already said to himself: "Do you want to invite me to travel? Stay in the world's top sailing hotel with 50 yuan a night? Is it delicious and spicy?"

Lu Bei: "..." Young Master Zhong, I'm afraid you really think too much.

He said, "Miss Joe is sick."

Zhong Ze had an expression of "I knew it!"

"Hey, your CEO, it's just that you never think of me for good things. When you need me, you only make a phone call, come and go as soon as you call, hey, my little heart."

Zhong Ze fell on the back seat of the car clutching his chest, and Lu Bei couldn't show any expressions.

"Actually, it's because... Miss Qiao is more serious this time."

severe?

Can it be so serious that I put him in the hospital for a week last time?
Zhong Ze shook his finger, "You don't understand."

Lu Bei: "..."

The hotel is here in no time.

Lu Bei asked, "Young Master Zhong, do you want to eat something?"

"No need," Zhong Ze yawned, "I'm going to throw up after eating the plane meal."

He opened the door and got out of the car. He was a little curious about what kind of illness little sister Xiao Qiao had this time, so that Mo Siting could call him all the way here.

Mo Siting was not in the bedroom, but in the VIP lounge on the first floor, with a laptop on his lap, typing on it with his fingers.

It was already early morning, but there was no sleepiness at all.

Simply take out the computer to work.

But the face of the woman crying with tears in her eyes still appeared in her mind.

There were two knocks on the door, and Lu Bei pushed the door in. "Mr. Mo, Mr. Zhong is here."

Zhong Ze came in, "Are you still awake? Wait for me, I'm really going to cry."

Mo Siting lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then handed the laptop to Lu Bei who was beside him, "Close the files and go to the room manager to bring the room card."

On the sixteenth floor, the room where Qiao Zhinuan and Lu Li lived, the manager of the housekeeping department trotted over.

"President Mo."

Mo Siting raised his chin, "Open the door."

The room manager took the room card and opened the door directly.

The door rang and opened.

It was pitch black inside, Zhong Ze didn't go in immediately, but waited outside.

It's already early morning, Qiao Zhinuan should have gone to bed.

Mo Siting turned on the wall lamp in the entrance.

The light came on, vaguely illuminating a figure protruding from the quilt on the bed.

Qiao Zhinuan sleeps very lightly.

But now that Mo Siting came in, she didn't wake up either.

Mo Siting frowned, walked over slowly, and looked down at the woman's flushed little face.

He raised his hand to touch her forehead.

It's hotter than before.

Doesn't this woman know how to take medicine?
He glanced at the medicine bag on the bedside table, flipped through it casually, glanced at Qiao Zhinuan's conservative pajamas under the quilt, and then turned and went out.

"Aze."

Only then did Zhong Ze follow in.

He walked over, and before he got to the bed, he saw the red rash on Qiao Zhinuan's cheeks and neck, and his voice became serious, "Turn on the headlights."

Mo Siting turned on the headlight above his head.

The light suddenly filled the entire room, and the eyes of the two of them slowed down before they got used to the sudden light.

Sleepy Qiao Zhinuan also frowned.

Zhong Ze half-kneeled beside the bed, looked at the rash on Qiao Zhinuan's face, pulled her arm out and looked at the fingertips, the inside of the wrist, the inside of the elbow, the underarm...

The temperature is generally on the high side, and the high fever persists.

Zhong Ze stood up, "If I'm not mistaken, it's scabies."

Mo Siting nodded, "I already know, look at those medicines."

Zhong Ze opened the medicine bag on the bedside, flipped through it casually, and looked at the medicines cleaned and rubbed inside, as well as the medicines he took, "It's for relief. I'll prescribe two more medicines. Tell Lu Bei to go The University of Medical Sciences asked Professor Song to catch these two medicines."

These two medicines were jointly developed by Zhong Ze, who had been a guest at the University of Medical Sciences in Blaka for a period of time, together with Professor Song in the laboratory, and they are very effective for similar skin diseases.

Mo Siting nodded.

"She has a fever now, do I need to take antipyretics?"

Zhong Ze asked the room manager to borrow a thermometer from the hotel. The electronic thermometer had a temperature difference, so he used a mercury thermometer.

8 minute later.

37 degrees eight.

"If it's less than 38 degrees, you don't need to take antipyretics, and," Zhong Ze said, "the scabies will have a related reaction. She is very serious now, so she will have a fever. When the scabies gets better, the temperature will naturally drop. , can physically cool down."

Zhong Ze was a little puzzled, "How did she get this disease?"

Scabies is actually uncommon.

People who stay away all year round may be infected in public places such as hotels, hot springs, and bathrooms.

Although he stayed in a hotel this time, it was a six-star hotel sponsored by the Mohs Group, and the disinfection and hygiene inside were absolutely beyond doubt.

Mentioning this, Mo Siting's brows and eyes suddenly became cloudy.

"Someone calculated it on purpose."

Zhong Ze clicked his lips, "Is your rotten peach blossom? I think you are living like an ascetic. Where did the rotten peach blossom come from?"

"I hope it's my rotten peach blossom."

The key is not his.

Zhong Ze was taken aback, but he was a little stunned, "It's not yours? Then Little Qiao's fault is a little bit of a loss."

"Ah."

The corners of Mo Siting's lips curled into a stern arc, and he narrowed his eyes with a sneer, "I will help her get it back."

He asked Lu Bei to open a room downstairs for Zhong Ze to rest, and Zhong Ze waved his hand, "I'm still jet-lagged, isn't the Night Palace the city that never sleeps right now? I'll go shopping."

Mo Siting asked Lu Bei to fetch the room card, "Jing Duan is also in Blaika."

"Oh, then I'll ask Lao Lu to go to the Night Palace together."

"I'm afraid he doesn't have time to accompany you."

"Ah? He..." Zhong Ze turned his head and remembered, "Is Shirley filming in Blacka?"

Mo Siting didn't answer Zhong Ze, just pinched his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, turned and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

Zhong Ze looked at Mo Siting's direction, or Qiao Zhinuan's room, and asked involuntarily.

"Knowingly asking."

Zhong Ze stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Siting, "This disease is contagious, so you should stay away to avoid being infected."

"Get out of the way." Mo Siting said in a cold tone.

Zhong Ze frowned, "Although this kind of disease is not a serious one, it will last at least two weeks, and it will be very itchy after infection, which is the kind of pain you can't stand, and you can't come out to see it for a few days. people."

"So, I'm going to accompany her."

Zhong Ze's eyes moved suddenly.

He silently moved to the side, turned his head to watch Mo Siting go straight to the door of the room, and opened the door.

Before the door was closed, Zhong Ze sighed and took a step forward, "Don't break the pustule, it will increase the infection area, and... I will ask Lu Bei to bring you two bottles of harmless disinfectant later, pay attention Point, if your resistance is strong, the possibility of infection is not high."

"Right, and..."

Mo Siting paused the movements in his hands, only to hear Zhong Ze say: "Try to avoid skin contact, and also, avoid bed! It's contagious!"

He paused, "Huh? Oh."

Zhong Ze stared at the door panel and blinked.

What does this "Huh? Oh" mean?
He seems to have an extra mouth?

Zhong Ze slapped himself across the face, telling you to talk too much!

But Mo Siting wouldn't be so stupid as to have sex with little sister Xiao Qiao at this time, right?
I hope he thinks too much.

…………

Mo Siting walked into the room again, lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, and called the housekeeping department to send two ice packs.

The room manager stood at the door, nodding and bowing.

"President Mo, the presidential suite upstairs has been prepared for you."

This is an ordinary standard room with two single beds, it is really not convenient to live in.

Mo Siting thought for a while, "You wait here."

"Yes."

Ten minutes later, Mo Siting reopened the door, walked out with a woman in his arms, "Lu Bei.

"exist."

"Pack up Ms. Qiao's suitcase and things and send them to the presidential suite, and," Mo Siting ordered the room manager, "seriously disinfect the inside and outside of this room, and then go outside For the next guest."

The room manager nodded.

"do not worry."

The presidential suite seems to be a small residence with luxurious decoration. It is the simple Mediterranean style that Mo Siting likes. It includes a kitchen, bedroom, study room, and even a children's room.

After being tossed around for a while, Qiao Zhinuan has already woken up.