Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

sweet.

"Really?"

Qiao Zhinuan put her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder, "Well, really."

Mo Siting stroked her back, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, then shook his head again.

She nodded because she used her own true emotions on others, but in the end she found out that it was a scam, which brought endless grief in her heart.

And shaking his head, he felt that it was not worth it.

Mo Siting inserted his fingers into her long black hair and combed it down bit by bit, "Just shake your head, this matter has nothing to do with you from the beginning to the end, so even if you didn't do what you promised , and don’t feel guilty about it.”

Qiao Zhinuan was silent for a long time, then nodded.

She put her arms around Mo Siting's waist and remained silent for a long time.

Never felt that a man could give her such a feeling.

A sense of security seeping from the depths of my mind.

How could she not know why Mo Siting went to the bottom of the investigation, just to make her no longer feel guilty, and to make her feel better.

After a while, Mo Siting kissed her on the cheek, "Go back to eat, huh?"

"Okay," Qiao Zhinuan gently wiped the corners of her eyes, "Little Baozi has to wait."

When Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Siting came to the door of the dining room one after the other, Lu Bei was eating melon seeds and exchanging parenting experience with the waiter.

"Children, you have to raise them. Don't worry too much about it." Lu Bei spat out a melon seed husk.

The waiter couldn't believe it, "It's like this?"

There was a loud bang in the box right at the right time.

Lu Bei nodded: "Yes, this is the nature of children."

Then there was another bang, and Lu Bei felt the walls shake.

"Cough cough."

Lu Bei heard the light cough from behind, and hastily spat out the melon seeds in his mouth, with a piece still on his lips.

"Where's the young master?"

Lu Bei hurriedly reached out to open the door.

"inside."

Opening the door, even the waiter who was already mentally prepared was surprised and almost dropped his eyeballs.

Lu Bei patted him on the back, "Don't be so surprised, this is the tip of the iceberg."

To say that Mo Xiaomo's lethality when he loses his temper is definitely a natural magnitude [-] earthquake.

Everything that could be destroyed in the box was smashed to pieces by Mo Xiaomo.

He has been in a bad mood for the past few days, and he has become more reticent than before. He doesn't use a tablet to write, nor does he use a mobile phone to type.

Now that he is still locked in the box, his heart is more like a small volcano erupting flames.

Mo Xiaomo squatted on the pieces of porcelain on the ground, hugged her legs, raised her eyes to glance at the person standing at the door, lowered her head again, and let out a dissatisfied hum from her nose.

Mo Siting's face was very dark.

He walked over slowly, and his leather shoes stepped on the broken porcelain on the ground, making a crisp, creaking sound.

"stand up."

Mo Siting looked down at Mo Xiaomo, who hugged her legs and curled up into a ball, with the majesty of a strict father.

Mo Xiaomo snorted again, and turned her head away.

Lu Bei: "..."

Sure enough, it was father and son.

Only the son dared to disobey Lao Tzu like this.

If Mo Siting spoke to his subordinates in such a tone, some timid ones would fall to their knees in fright.

Mo Siting curled his lips, "Aren't you going to get up? Then I'll drag Qiao Qiao away now. I don't care about the damage you did in this room, how many tableware you broke, how many picture frames you broke. Deposit here to work and pay off the debt."

Mo Xiaomo's small shoulders trembled.

He finally couldn't bear it this time, picked up his small mobile phone, wrote for a while, and held it up: [You are using child labor illegally! 】

Lu Bei: "..."

Waiter: "..."

Qiao Zhinuan pulled Mo Siting's clothes and whispered, "Don't scare the child."

Mo Siting wrapped her hand behind his back and motioned her to stop talking, "I'll count to three, if you don't get up, I'll turn around and leave right away."

He looked at the small black head of his son who was squatting on the ground, and a number popped out between his lips and teeth.

"one."

Two seconds passed.

"two."

Qiao Zhinuan was a little anxious.

She couldn't get in her mouth, so she wanted to hug Xiao Baozi directly.

A child who is only five years old should be coaxed more.

"three."

Mo Siting finished the third number in a calm and short voice, pulled Qiao Zhinuan and turned around without any muddling.

"Alright, Mo Zishu, this is your own choice."

Mo Xiaomo's nickname is Mo Zishu.

Since childhood, Mo Siting would only call out his name when he was very angry.

Mo Siting said to the waiter behind him: "I don't care about anything damaged in this room. You can do whatever you want with this child. Send it to the police station, send it to the juvenile detention center, whatever you want."

Waiter: "..."

The son of the president of the Mo Group!

The future successor of the next Mohist Patriarch!

He turned it over to the police station?Unless he doesn't want to hang around in Huaguo anymore.

When Xiao Baozi heard this, he felt a little flustered.

He hurried to stand up.

However, because of squatting on the ground for a long time, his legs were a little numb. When his small body just stood up, his eyes were a little dark, and he seemed a little unsteady.

Even if Qiao Zhinuan turned around, the corner of her eye still fell on Xiao Baozi.

When he noticed that Xiao Baozi's figure was staggering, he hurriedly turned around, grabbed Xiao Baozi, and knelt down to support his shoulders.

There was darkness in front of Mo Xiaomo's eyes, and when the darkness dissipated, he realized that it was Qiao Zhinuan who was supporting her.

Qiao Zhinuan squeezed his little hand, "Are you okay? Is it hypoglycemia?"

Mo Xiaomo looked at Qiao Zhinuan, feeling even more irritable, and immediately raised her hand to push her.

"Do you tube!"

Qiao Zhinuan had a pair of high-heeled shoes on her feet, and she was not very stable when squatting. After being pushed by Mo Xiaomo, she sat back and pressed her hands on the broken ceramic tiles on the ground. She immediately twitched in pain. tone.

However, her surprised eyes still fell on Xiao Baozi's body, as if she was not disturbed by the pain in her hands at all.

Did the little bun speak?

Was that slightly sandy childish voice just now Little Baozi?

Qiao Zhinuan looked at Mo Siting begging for help, but the latter completely ignored him.

When he saw Qiao Zhinuan pressing his hands on the ground, his pupils shrank, and he immediately hugged Qiao Zhinuan and put him on the chair.

"How are your hands?"

Qiao Zhinuan opened his hands, the palms of which were bright red, and several pieces of porcelain had been embedded in the palms.

In Mo Siting's eyes, stormy waves swept through in an instant.

He picked up Qiao Zhinuan and walked out, "Lu Bei, drive to the hospital."

Lu Bei responded, turned his head to look at Mo Xiaomo who was bewildered, and called Jiang Siyan anyway.

When Jiang Siyan came over, Mo Xiaomo still had a dull expression, leaning against the wall, with a male waiter standing beside him.

She came over and waved in front of Mo Xiaomo's eyes.

"Little master?"

Mo Xiaomo's eyes seemed to be lit up now, and she took the mobile phone and typed: [I'm going to the hospital, hurry up! 】

Jiang Siyan sighed.

On the phone just now, Lu Bei explained the matter clearly in a few words.

This little bun is still feeling awkward.

Jiang Siyan picked up the little bun, "I heard you just said something?"

Mo Xiaomo didn't say a word.

Jiang Siyan simply stopped teasing him, told him to fasten his seat belt on the car seat, and drove to the hospital.

…………

the other side.

In the hospital, Zhong Ze was using sterilized tweezers to help Qiao Zhinuan pick up the broken pieces of tableware in his palm.

With a clanging sound, the pieces of porcelain were picked out one by one into the medical tray, and Zhong Ze sterilized Qiao Zhinuan with alcohol.

"hiss."

The alcohol stimulated the wound, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Qiao Zhinuan's aching forehead.

Mo Siting stared at Zhong Ze, "You won't be gentle?"

Zhong Ze felt that if Mo Siting's eyes were lasers, a layer of his scalp would probably be burnt off by now.

"It still hurts even if I lighten it up. It's alcohol."

"It's okay." Qiao Zhinuan shook his head as the blood on his lips was pale.

Zhong Ze finally healed the wound on Qiao Zhinuan's palm under Mo Siting's intense pressure, and wrapped it in gauze.

"I prescribed medicine for you, go back twice a day, morning and evening, remember not to get wet."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

Her current focus is not on her own hands, "Where's Xiaomo?"

Mo Siting said coldly, "You still care about him now?"

"He's your son, why don't you care about it?" Qiao Zhinuan seemed to think of something suddenly, "Little Baozi just said something, did you hear it?"

Before Mo Siting answered, Zhong Ze was stunned.

Zhong Ze: "Did you talk? What did you say? Little Devil Mo spoke? Oh my God!"

He really had never heard Mo Xiaomo speak, it was a miracle.

"What did he say? Did he call you Dad or Mom? Or Uncle Zhong?"

Lu Bei: "..."

Young master Zhong, you are too much acting on yourself.

Hearing this, Qiao Zhinuan's eyes dimmed a bit.

What did the little bun say?
Her heart sank, she looked up at Mo Siting: "Go and get the little bun, he's still young."

Mo Xiaomo just walked to the door.

His small body was already halfway out of the door, and he shrank back when he heard Qiao Zhinuan's words.

From Qiao Zhinuan's perspective, Mo Xiaomo couldn't be seen.

And Mo Siting happened to be able to see him.

Mo Siting squinted his eyes and said directly: "Young age does not mean that you are not educated. Even if you are not a familiar person, it is also very rude to push a stranger who came to help him to the ground." .”

Jiang Siyan admired Mo Siting very much.

It can be said that apart from Mo Xiaomo's autistic language barrier, which is caused by foreign objects, he really raised Mo Xiaomo from a young age.

Whether it is upbringing or actions, he is definitely an elegant little gentleman.

Mo Xiaomo walked in with her head down.

He looked down at his toes, leaving only a small black head.

He raised his eyes slightly.He glanced at the direction of Qiao Zhinuan's hands.

Both hands were wrapped with gauze, and there was a faint red color outside the gauze.

Mo Siting even pushed the broken porcelain that jumped out of the tray in front of Mo Xiaomo, "Look at it, it was picked out from the skin in the palm of your hand, do you think it hurts?"

Mo Xiaomo's eyes moved to the tray again.

There were seven or eight small pieces of broken porcelain inside, and the broken pieces of porcelain were still stained with bright red blood.