Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan stood by the table, looking at the cakes that were all over the floor.

After a few seconds, she squatted down, picked up the broken porcelain pieces, and then went to wipe the cake on the ground with a damp rag.

Mo Siting came over, trying to pull her up.

Qiao Zhinuan broke away from his hand, stubbornly trying to pick up the incomplete and broken pieces of porcelain on the ground.

Mo Siting squinted his eyes, bent down and hugged her horizontally.

"Sister Li, come and tidy up."

"Yes."

Qiao Zhinuan curled up in Mo Siting's arms, crying uncontrollably.

Tears stained the curled eyelashes, looking pitiful.

Mo Siting put her on the bed, put his arms on her sides, "Don't cry, huh?"

Qiao Zhinuan just felt sad.

She knew that since she chose Mo Siting, she must accept Mo Xiaomo, which meant accepting Mo Xiaomo's "judgment".

But what made her even more uncomfortable was that Mo Xiaomo liked her very much at first, why did she suddenly become like this.

Mo Siting stretched out his fingers to help Qiao Zhinuan wipe away the tears hanging from his eyelids, "Wait a minute, I'm going to open Mo Zishu's ass right now."

As Mo Siting said that, he really turned around and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly grabbed his wrist, "Don't."

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I don't blame Xiao Mo."

Mo Siting snorted coldly, "Don't blame him? Don't blame him, he knocked the cake you made on the ground?"

Qiao Zhinuan was silent for a few seconds, "Maybe he doesn't like mangoes, I'll do something else next time."

She remembered what Mo Siting told the servant just now, "Ask someone to open the refrigerator, the child is growing up now, so he can't be hungry."

"Osteoporosis that won't be hungry even if you don't eat a meal."

Mo Siting was determined not to let go.

Qiao Zhinuan sighed, "Little Baozi's mother must be fine."

Only then can Mo Xiaomo refuse to accept her.

Mo Siting stared at her with his head down, and raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Well, it's very good."

Qiao Zhinuan is now fully focused on Mo Xiaomo, so naturally she didn't notice Mo Siting's small reaction.

She still wanted to talk, but Mo Siting stretched out his index finger and tapped her lips, "Are you very energetic today?"

"what?"

Before she could react, Mo Siting had already picked her up.

"Try the bathroom first today?"

"..."

Qiao Zhinuan felt later that she knew what Mo Siting wanted to do, and she was only short of a pair of underwear before being stripped off, with her arms covering her chest, "Wait a minute, I haven't eaten yet, I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too." Mo Siting unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom, his eyes narrowed, "Feed me first, huh?"

"..."

…………

Mo Xiaomo was in the room, watching cartoons for a while, and felt his stomach growling.

No, he cannot give in.

Looking at the iPad screen, there is a chicken running around.

Reminds me of the mango cake just now.

The running chicken ran to the nest, and then laid an egg. The egg shell was broken, and a yellow chicken head emerged from it.

Mo Xiaomo is dead.

Everything he sees now looks like a mango.

I'm so sorry.

Why did you overturn such a delicious mango cake just now, just to demonstrate to Dad!
But Xiao Qiao didn't look happy either.

No, he must not give in.

The thought of Xiao Qiao abandoning him to be with his father made him very irritable.

Mo Xiaomo went into the bathroom by himself to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw a gourmet program playing on TV.

hungrier.

He sneakily opened the door and slipped downstairs to the kitchen.

The refrigerator couldn't be opened, it was locked!

That's ok, he has treats!

A few days ago, when I came back from the big shopping in the supermarket, I bought snacks, egg yolk pie, small dried fish, soft bread and potato chips, it was delicious just thinking about it.

but……

He opened the cabinet, looked at the empty inside, his eyes widened.

Gone?

Mo Xiaomo stretched out his little arm to look inside, digging and digging, as if he could pull out a bird's egg.

He finally let up.

It must be dad!

Thinking of Dad, Dad will come.

Mo Xiaomo turned around and saw Mo Siting leaning against the kitchen door frame with arms folded.

Mo Siting was wearing dark coffee-colored home clothes, and he stared coldly at the small figure standing under the lamp in the dining room.

Mo Xiaomo turned around and walked up the stairs.

"stop."

Mo Siting took two steps forward, pulled a chair by the dining table and sat down.

Mo Xiaomo stopped.

He turned around with his hands behind his back, straightened his back, and his round belly also stood out.

Mo Siting's ankle hooked out another chair, "Sit."

Mo Xiaomo hesitated for two seconds, but still walked over, sat up, turned around and lay down on the table.

Mo Siting narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mo Xiaomo, "Do you think you did the right thing?"

Mo Xiaomo didn't look up.

"Qiao Qiao spent more than an hour. When he came back from work, he didn't eat his own food. He went to the supermarket to buy ingredients and came back to make cakes for you. In the end, if you didn't eat it, you just let it go and knocked it on the ground," Mo Siting said. He said very directly, "You are not only wasting other people's time and energy, but also wasting food. Have you never been to the slums in country M? Haven't you seen there? Children who are about your age all eat food. what?"

Mo Xiaomo lay on her elbow.

Mo Siting looked at the back of his son's head, took out a shiny key from his trouser pocket, and put it on the table with a snap.

"If you think you're doing the right thing, take the key and go open the refrigerator door and go get something to eat."

Mo Xiaomo heard his father's footsteps going away, his small body lay on the table, his shoulders shrugged a little.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a shining key on the table, and tears blurred his eyes.

After a long pause, he wiped away his tears, jumped off the chair, turned around and went upstairs, leaving only a lonely key on the dining table.

That night, Mo Xiaomo really didn't eat anything.

But in the middle of the night, the door suddenly opened a crack from the outside.

Mo Xiaomo didn't fall asleep, but saw a tray pushed in through the crack of the door.

On the tray was a bacon sandwich and a glass of warm milk.

Mo Xiaomo jumped off the bed and rushed out, walked to the corridor and saw that there was no one there.

He sat on the ground and ate the sandwich with big mouthfuls. It still tasted exactly the same as before. When his nose was sour, tears fell down his face.

Woo woo woo.

He was wrong.

…………

kindergarten.

Half an hour between classes, three little radish heads sat around the sandpit with their heads down.

Sitting in the middle is Mo Xiaomo.

The two next to him are his good friends in kindergarten.

The boy was one year older than him, named Tianming.

The girl is one year younger than him, named Coco.

In the last kindergarten fight, it was Mo Xiaomo who stood up for him.

Tianming found that Mo Xiaomo had been feeling down in the past few days, so he came over with Ke Ke and talked with Xiaomo.

"Xiao Mo, what's the matter with you?" Keke tapped Mo Xiaomo's face with his hand.

Mo Xiaomo took out his mobile phone: [Upset. 】

Ke Ke: "Tell me about it, you won't be bothered if you talk about it."

Mo Xiaomo: [Kids, don't mess around. 】

Ke Ke: "..." Aren't you a child too.

Tianming also came over, "Tell us, Ke Ke is a child, and the three of us together are not children."

Coco nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes."

Mo Xiaomo took a look at the two groups, and was actually persuaded, thinking about this possibility.

He pouted and typed a few words on the phone screen: [My dad is going to find me a stepmother. 】

Coco: "What is a stepmother?"

Tianming: "The stepmother comes later."

Mo Xiaomo: "..."

Feeling speechless.

Tianming has a great say in this matter.

He is also a single-parent family, but he is with his mother.

"Don't you want to ask your father to find a girlfriend? Actually, it's not good."

Mo Xiaomo gave him a sad look.

What do you know, that's my girlfriend.

"You can't be a little oil bottle to stop Dad's happiness. Look at me, I will go to battle in person and help my mother find a boyfriend, as long as I pass the inspection."

No matter what Tianming said, Keke nodded solemnly from the side.

Mo Xiaomo's heart became even more depressed.

Parents came to pick them up until school time.

Mo Xiaomo was carrying a schoolbag in a dejected manner, sitting on the ground, holding a piece of withered yellow leaf that fell from a tree and scratching it on the ground, his peripheral vision fell on the various shoes that stopped and went around him.

Finally, a pair of shoes stopped in front of him.

Ke Ke looked up and pulled Mo Xiaomo's schoolbag, "Xiao Mo, your mother is here."

Mo Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly raised his head.

Qiao Zhinuan's figure happened to be against the light. From Mo Xiaomo's point of view, it seemed that there was a layer of golden light on his body.

Mo Xiaomo looked up, snorted, then threw the dead leaves in her hands, brushed Qiao Zhinuan's legs, and walked forward.

Qiao Zhinuan followed behind Mo Xiaomo: "Secretary Jiang is busy today, I'll pick you up."

Mo Xiaomo didn't make a sound, opened the car door and climbed into the seat by herself.

Qiao Zhinuan sighed inwardly, and stepped on the gas pedal.

"What do you want to eat?"

Mo Xiaomo's eyes fell outside the window, on the signboard of the old man's head fast food restaurant.

Qiao Zhinuan found a parking space on the side of the road, stopped the car, "Let's go, Auntie will take you to eat the family bucket."

Mo Xiaomo stared at her very cautiously, took out his mobile phone and typed: [You called me here, I didn't say anything. 】

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, reached out and came over to rub the little bun's limp hair, "Yes, Auntie brought you here."

Mo Xiaomo avoided Qiao Zhinuan's hand and jumped up the steps by herself.

Qiao Zhinuan's hands froze in mid-air, she smiled wryly in her heart, and followed.

Not far behind, a dilapidated second-hand van followed slowly. The driver watched the two enter the store one after the other, and dialed a number: "They entered KFC...Okay, wait for half an hour , just do it here."