Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Xiaomo's eyes were red, and when she looked at Qiao Zhinuan's hand, she felt that her skin was hurt.

Qiao Zhinuan tugged at the corner of Mo Siting's clothes, "Don't say that, it doesn't hurt."

Mo Siting still had a cold face, "Come here and apologize to Aunt Qiao."

Aunt Qiao's three words, called Mo Xiaomo, frowned tightly again, as if she had touched the restricted area all at once, her eyes widened.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled and said, "It's okay."

Mo Xiaomo didn't apologize, and didn't walk over, just turned his head stubbornly.

For a moment, the environment in the ward seemed cramped and awkward.

Mo Siting stood up with a dark face, grabbed his pockets and walked out, "Mo Zishu, come with me."

After Mo Siting had already walked out of the ward, Mo Xiaomo followed with his head bowed.

Mo Siting said to Zhong Ze: "Let me borrow your office."

Zhong Ze left the office to Mo Siting.

Mo Siting brought Mo Xiaomo to Zhong Ze's office.

Mo Xiaomo was standing near the door. Although her head was lowered, her back was straight.

Mo Siting turned around and saw Mo Xiaomo moving slightly towards the door, and he couldn't help laughing, "Come here, you're standing so close to the door, you might not be able to run out then, No one can protect you even if you run out."

Mo Xiaomo's small body trembled.

Mo Siting found it funny.

"Now I know I'm afraid, huh? When you pushed your Aunt Qiao just now, didn't you seem quite capable?"

Mo Xiaomo hung her neck and typed on the phone: [I don't want her to be my mother. 】

Mo Siting snorted coldly, although he had already glanced at the phone in Mo Xiaomo's hand, staring at Mo Xiaomo's small face, "I can't see what you wrote."

Mo Xiaomo raised his head, copied and pasted a few lines on the phone, and wrote the entire screen of the phone, almost poking Mo Siting in the face with the phone.

Mo Siting directly snatched his mobile phone and threw it on the table beside him.

"If you want to negotiate with me, just open your mouth," Mo Siting said, "If you don't say it, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Mo Xiaomo's face turned red from holding back, she clenched her fists in both hands, bit her lip, and refused to speak.

Mo Siting said slowly, "If you don't say it, then I will."

He knew that since Mo Xiaomo could speak those four words just now, it proved that he could speak.

But an opportunity is missing.

Just like the situation just now.

"You stood up from the ground just now, and you couldn't stand firmly. If you hadn't been supported by Aunt Qiao, then you would have fallen heavily on the ground. At that time, the glass shards embedded in the palm of your hand would not be her, but you. .”

Mo Siting paused, "Even if you are facing a stranger, you have to say thank you for such behavior, but you take other people's concern for granted, and even refuse others' concern?"

"If you want to close yourself up, I don't care. Aunt Qiao and I must get married. If you really can't blend in by then, then I can send you to grandma's house or a full-time kindergarten."

…………

Outside.

Qiao Zhinuan was really worried.

Mo Siting's face was stinky just now, and the father and son were talking alone, and they didn't know what to say.

She followed out.

Jiang Siyan followed behind, "Miss Qiao, you don't have to worry, the president must be reasonable."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, "I know."

She seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and stopped, "By the way, Secretary Jiang, have you heard Xiao Mo speak?"

Jiang Siyan shook her head, "He stopped talking when I came here. I took him to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said it was a stress response to a traumatic mental illness. One of them was his refusal to speak. Communicate with the outside world."

Qiao Zhinuan frowned: "Stress response?"

Jiang Siyan went on to say: "That's right, before the young master saw you, he didn't even want to type on a mobile phone or write on a whiteboard. The servant said I was hungry."

Before Jiang Siyan came, Mo Siting vaccinated her.

Later, after a period of contact, Jiang Siyan really felt that this child was really paranoid.

Qiao Zhinuan took out her mobile phone and typed in the words "traumatic mental illness". The words external factors and depression jumped into her eyes, and her eyes widened in shock.

"He's not depressed?"

"No, I called a doctor to come over for an examination and said it was mild autism."

Qiao Zhinuan fell into deep thought, "Then...has he experienced anything?"

Jiang Siyan moved her lips, not knowing whether she should say it or not.

Qiao Zhinuan waved her hand, "Forget it, I..."

At this moment, from Zhong Ze's office, there was a faint cry.

Without any hesitation, Qiao Zhinuan turned around and walked over to open the door.

The door was not locked from the inside, and it opened with a twist.

When Qiao Zhinuan walked in, she saw Mo Xiaomo standing in the open space, her whole body shaking from crying.

She was very distressed, and hurried over, "Why are you crying?"

She glared at Mo Si Ting, and was about to squat down to hug the little bun, but was pulled away by Mo Si Ting.

Mo Siting looked at Mo Xiaomo: "Apologize?"

If you do something wrong, you have to say sorry. This is the rule.

Mo Xiaomo sniffled before looking down for the phone, but there was none in his pocket.

Qiao Zhinuan noticed Mo Xiaomo's intentions, and glanced at the table. There was a small 4-inch mobile phone, and she reached out to take it: "Little Baozi, your mobile phone..."

When she saw the words on the phone, her hands froze.

Most of the screen was filled with one sentence.

The knuckles of her fingers holding the phone turned white, but she still smiled and handed the phone to Mo Xiaomo.

Mo Xiaomo pursed her lips and took it.

He deleted all the words on the screen, and wrote three more words: 【Sorry. 】

Qiao Zhinuan still smiled: "It's okay."

She kept smiling the whole time, but Mo Siting could tell that her smile was stiff and stiff.

Mo Siting put his arms around her waist, and patted her fingers reassuringly.

Mo Xiaomo put away her small mobile phone, rubbed her crying eyes that looked like two walnuts, took another look at Qiao Zhinuan, turned and left.

Mo Siting gave Jiang Siyan a wink, Jiang Siyan nodded and followed.

There were only two people left in the office.

Mo Siting embraced Qiao Zhinuan's shoulder, and squeezed her shoulder, "Stop laughing, it's so ugly."

Only then did Qiao Zhinuan lower the smile that had almost froze at the corners of her lips, and she lay on Mo Siting's shoulder, and after a while, "I'm a little hungry."

"What do you want to eat, go to Xinghai restaurant?"

"No," Qiao Zhinuan shook her head, "Go to the supermarket to buy something and go back. I want to make noodles."

"it is good."

The two went to the supermarket to buy ingredients and returned to Fenglin Garden.

"Where's the young master?"

Jiang Siyan pointed upstairs, "The young master went to his room when he came back."

Qiao Zhinuan carried the ingredients, "I'm going to cook the noodles, you go upstairs to see Xiaomo," she specially told: "If you have something to say, you don't have to force him to apologize to me anymore, it's just a child."

Mo Siting tilted his head, "Why don't you go up by yourself?"

Qiao Zhinuan took the food and shook her head, "Go up."

Looking at Qiao Zhinuan, Mo Siting knew that the little woman must have seen the words on Xiao Mo's phone just now.

She looked at the gauze wrapped around Qiao Zhinuan's palm, and said to Jiang Siyan, "Go and help Miss Qiao, don't let her get wet."

"Yes."

Qiao Zhinuan couldn't get his hands wet, and Jiang Siyan beside him washed and chopped vegetables.

She leaned against the double-door refrigerator, looking to the side a little dull.

The densely packed words on the phone screen appeared in my mind again——

[I don't want her to be my mother. 】

Qiao Zhinuan felt a sudden pain in his heart.

She was in so much pain that even her nerve endings were trembling slightly, and her eye sockets were sore.

Jiang Siyan comforted her: "Miss Qiao, what a child says is unintentional, so you don't have to take it too seriously."

"Ah."

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "I know."

However, it is precisely because of the unintentional words that I feel even more sad.
She made egg noodles according to Mo Xiaomo's favorite taste, and asked Jiang Siyan to serve them.

Jiang Siyan knocked on the door, and Mo Siting said, "Please come in."

When she opened the door, she saw two people, one big and one small, one sitting on the sofa and the other sitting on the carpet, fiddling with a Rubik's cube in their hands.

As soon as she saw it, she knew that the negotiation must have failed again.

"Miss Qiao made noodles and asked me to serve them to the young master."

Mo Xiaomo's ears moved.

Mo Siting snorted coldly and stood up, "I don't have a good look at others, and I want to eat noodles made by others. How can there be such a good thing."

Mo Xiaomo stared back fiercely.

But it's no use staring.

He just stared helplessly at the bowl of fragrant noodles, was cut off by his father, and closed the door with a bang, leaving only a lingering scent in the room.

Jiang Siyan also studied psychology for a while.

She followed behind Mo Siting, "Boss, I think the young master is just awkward."

"Ok?"

"It's like, you quarreled with me and then had a cold war. If you don't talk to me first, I will never talk to you," Jiang Siyan said. "This is determined by human personality. Some people are too pure and their eyes There is no sand in it."

And obviously, Mo Xiaomo is like this.

Unless someone else talks to him first, otherwise, he will never take the initiative.

I'd rather...be sneaky by myself.

That night, Mo Siting stopped Qiao Zhinuan from delivering food to Mo Xiaomo.

It wasn't until ten o'clock that a small shadow came out of the room and tiptoed into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Mo Siting, who was hiding in the dark, watched his son search around, took out a bowl of noodles from the refrigerator, and then carried a small stool into the microwave oven, and pressed the heating switch on it.

Although small in stature, his movements are very skillful.

Just when the microwave oven dinged, Xiao Baozi went to get the heat-resistant gloves to put on, took out the bowl and put it on the dining table, but the headlight suddenly turned on.

Like a little mouse that was suddenly startled, Mo Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, then hid under the dining table, and pulled the tablecloth down.