Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan pulled the little bun's arm, trying to hug him, only to realize that the little bun was indeed a lot heavier, and it was difficult for her to lift him up.

Two drops of cold liquid dripped from the back of his hand.

Qiao Zhinuan put Mo Xiaomo on the chair before breaking his hands.

The big snowball in the palm of my hand has melted to only a small part, and the fingers are cold.

Mo Xiaomo seemed to have seen something surprising, her eyes widened immediately, and she stared blankly at the specially prepared snowball in her palm.

Qiao Zhinuan frowned, "Why don't you wear gloves, your fingers are so cold."

She directly took the snowball from Xiao Baozi's hand, and threw it into the trash can beside her.

The little bun pursed his mouth.

Qiao Zhinuan turned around to soak the hot towel, and waited until the towel was moist before wiping Xiao Baozi's hands to relieve his frozen palms.

Her eyebrows have never been opened from the beginning.

After warming Mo Xiaomo's palm, he turned and went to the kitchen to prepare food.

Mo Xiaomo climbed down from the chair, followed behind Qiao Zhinuan like a follower, and looked up at her.

He tugged at the corner of Qiao Zhinuan's clothes.

Qiao Zhinuan looked down at him.

Mo Xiaomo tugged on her clothes again.

Qiao Zhinuan wiped the flour off her hands before squatting down.

Mo Xiaomo pressed Qiao Zhinuan's eyebrows with his chubby hand, and wrote on the phone: 【Sorry, I don't know how to play with snow anymore. 】

Qiao Zhinuan's heart skipped a beat.

She didn't expect that her furrowed eyebrows would be called Mo Xiaomo's expression.

Qiao Zhinuan patted him on the back lightly, "Auntie is not angry, no need to apologize, I'm just afraid you'll catch a cold."

Mo Xiaomo: [I want to give it to you. 】

Qiao Zhinuan stared at this line of words, and was taken aback.

What to give her?
She remembered the snowball in Xiao Baozi's hand just now, and the surprised look in Xiao Baozi's eyes when he saw the shapeless snowball in his hand.

She understood immediately.

It turned out to be the case.

She could even imagine the joy on Xiao Baozi's face when he made a beautiful snowball downstairs.

She smiled and shook her head.

"When playing in the snow, you must wear gloves."

Mo Xiaomo took out a pair of gloves from behind.

But it's all wet.

Qiao Zhinuan took the initiative to get up, went to the drawer to find a pair of waterproof plastic gloves, first put a pair of gloves on the little bun, and then put on the plastic gloves.

Mo Xiaomo's eyes flickered.

Qiao Zhinuan dragged Mo Xiaomo to the balcony.

Last night, the university was down almost all night.

The balcony of Qiao Zhinuan's rented house is half open, not closed, and a thick layer of snow has fallen on the ground and window sills.

When Xiao Baozi saw it, his dark eyes lit up instantly.

Qiao Zhinuan patted Mo Xiaomo's shoulder, "Wear your gloves and go play, Auntie will cook for you."

The little bun pursed his lips, and nodded cutely.

Seeing Mo Xiaomo's appearance, Qiao Zhinuan couldn't help thinking: What kind of person is Little Baozi's mother?
Seeing such a smart and cute little bun, she suddenly felt a little jealous.

When Qiao Zhinuan made some delicious snacks and brought them out, the little bun, who has always had a particularly sensitive dog's nose, hadn't followed the scent yet.

Qiao Zhinuan went to the balcony to take another look.

The little bun was sitting on a ponytail, having a great time playing.

Near the wall, a row of snowballs of basically the same or similar size were neatly placed.

Mo Xiaomo heard a voice behind her and thought of it, jumped up thinking about it, turned around and grabbed Qiao Zhinuan's hand, pointing to the snowball on the ground.

Qiao Zhinuan hugged Mo Xiaomo.

"Auntie likes it very much."

Mo Xiaomo was overjoyed when he heard it.

Qiao Zhinuan had just eaten a cheese puff pastry for Mo Xiaomo when there was a knock on the door.

She went to open the door, and standing at the door was a man in a long trench coat.

He took a step forward, held Qiao Zhinuan's face and pressed a kiss between his eyebrows.

"Good ice!"

Qiao Zhinuan directly pulled the man's hand down, "Why are you wearing such thin clothes, come in quickly."

Mo Siting let Qiao Zhinuan pull him in, and stuffed a warm mug into his hand.

Mo Xiaomo still had half of the cheese puffs in his mouth, pouted when he saw his father, who was several times bigger than him, who just came in and sat down next to him.

Why do you feel that there is an unusual feeling between Xiao Qiao and Dad?
And just now Dad kissed Xiao Qiao's forehead, but Xiao Qiao didn't push her away.

Mo Xiaomo bit the cheese puff pastry in his hand, and glanced over there from the corner of his big black eyes.

Qiao Zhinuan asked, "Is it still cold?"

Mo Siting nodded.

Qiao Zhinuan glared at him.

"Just wear a shirt, such a thin windbreaker, you really want to call yourself cold sick."

Mo Siting: "Will you take care of me when I'm sick?"

Qiao Zhinuan completely ignored Mo Siting's words, turned around and walked towards her room, went to find him a down jacket and put it on warm first.

Then Mo Xiaomo watched helplessly as his father followed Xiao Qiao into the room.

And then……

With a click, the door closed.

Mo Xiaomo's eyes stared like copper bells.

Qiao Zhinuan heard the door knocking behind her, picked up the down jacket and was about to turn around when she was completely covered by a warm figure, and hugged her in her arms.

Qiao Zhinuan's breathing was stagnant, and the man had already kissed her face lightly.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I miss you." Mo Siting's voice was hoarse with a hint of nasal.

"Didn't we just separate three hours ago?"

"If you don't see each other for a second, you'll think about it," Mo Siting put his arms around her waist, kissing her lips from her eyelids all the way down, his eyes were tinged with fascination, "Do you know how to suck cats?"

"Ah?" Qiao Zhinuan paused and nodded.

She seems to have heard of it.

Because she just started renting a house before, and the roommate she rented with was a cat owner. Every day when she came back from get off work, she would hug the cold cat and breathe hard on the cat's stomach.

Qiao Zhinuan felt incredible at the time.

But gradually I understand that everyone has their own quirks.

Mo Siting buried his head in her neck, "You are my cat."

Qiao Zhinuan paused before she understood.

Her face quickly turned red, pink stretching from her cheeks to the roots of her ears, even the skin of her neck had turned pink.

She struggled twice, and heard the sound of Mo Xiaomo scratching the door outside.

"Your son is outside."

"That's your son too." Mo Siting rolled and sucked on her neck.

Qiao Zhinuan seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, his brain was a little short of oxygen, and he didn't even notice the deep meaning of Mo Siting's words.

"Don't..."

Qiao Zhinuan felt that Mo Siting's hands and feet were becoming dishonest again, and refused.

Mo Siting hugged her tightly, "Don't move, tell me to hold her for a while, tell me to live for a while."

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

After 5 minutes, the door opened.

Mo Xiaomo, who was standing at the door with her waist pinched, glared angrily at the two people who came out of the door.

Qiao Zhinuan was a little embarrassed, she turned her head and asked Mo Siting, "What do you want to eat?"

"under."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't think much, "Noodles? Order takeaway or should I do it?"

Just as she was about to turn around, Mo Siting had already clasped her waist and gently pulled her to his side, rubbing against her ear, rubbing his lips against her earlobe and saying, "I want to eat you."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, "I'll go."

The man blew on the pinna of her ear.

"It's a deal, remember to eat it for me at night."

"night?"

Qiao Zhinuan still didn't realize it, "I'll give it to you right now."

The corners of Mo Siting's lips slightly hooked up, and the tip of his tongue frivolously licked his lips, "Really?"

Qiao Zhinuan walked to the kitchen and went to get noodles and eggs from the refrigerator before realizing it.

The man just said the following...

She seemed to have thought of something, and her face turned red.

No wonder……

There was a pause in her hand, and the shell of an egg was crushed in her hand.

Mo Xiaomo stared at his father who came out of the kitchen, holding his mobile phone: [Dad, what's going on with you and Xiao Qiao? 】

Mo Siting stared at Mo Xiaomo's small face, raised his eyebrows, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"I'm dating your Aunt Qiao, she's my girlfriend."

These plain words, spoken from Mo Siting's mouth, sounded to Mo Xiaomo's ears, as if they were ostentatious!
girlfriend? !

Mo Xiaomo didn't even hold the phone firmly in his hand.

"Just as you think, I will marry your Aunt Qiao, and then she will be your mother."

Mo Siting looked at his son's look on the verge of tears, and added another sentence.

Mo Xiaomo burst into tears, ran into the room, and slammed the door shut.

He pouted his buttocks and covered his head under the quilt.

Why is dad so bad!
Xiao Qiao was obviously his favorite, he wants to be his girlfriend when he grows up!
Mo Siting rubbed his eyebrows.

Really worry.

Qiao Zhinuan heard the voice and walked out of the room, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, you can go downstairs."

Now that Qiao Zhinuan heard the stalk below, her whole body felt bad, so she turned around and went into the kitchen.

After a while, the noodles were ready, and Qiao Zhinuan brought three bowls of noodle soup to the table.

"Where's the little bun?"

Mo Siting glanced in the direction of the door.

Qiao Zhinuan took off her apron and was about to go there, but was stopped by Mo Siting.

"You eat, I'll call him."

When Mo Siting walked over, he took two pieces of cheese puff pastry.

As soon as he opened the door, there was no sound from inside.

"Mo Xiaomo."

The next second, there was crying.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Mo Siting went straight to the bed and kicked Mo Xiaomo's ass, "Okay, Qiao Qiao didn't come in."

The crying stopped abruptly.

Mo Xiaomo held out a small mobile phone with a line written on it.

[I don't want Xiao Qiao to be a mother. 】

Mo Siting's face changed suddenly.

"You can't talk nonsense about these words, and you can't let Xiao Qiao see them, do you hear me?"

Perhaps it was Mo Siting's suddenly cold tone that shocked Mo Xiaomo.

The child really blinked, and then two tears fell down.