Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan put on her clothes, touched the wall and walked out, stepped on the wet ground, moved her ears slightly, and heard a slight sound.

In the dark night, everything is silent, and the hearing will feel extra sensitive.

Qiao Zhi warmed up the corner of his clothes, and touched the wooden hanger on one side with his fingers.

The water fell on the ground, making a splashing sound.

Qiao Zhinuan narrowed her eyes, and with the sound of the door being pushed open, Qiao Zhinuan slammed the wooden hanger over.

"it's me."

The wrist was held by the man.

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Qiao Zhinuan let go of his fingers, and the wooden hanger fell to the ground with a thud.

The man hugged her horizontally.

Qiao Zhinuan beat his back hard, "Why are you so bad!"

Mo Siting wrapped her in the quilt, turned around and lit a candle on the table.

"The power here will be cut off after ten o'clock in the evening, so we can only light wax."

Mo Siting looked sideways at Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan turned her back to him and wiped her hair.

Mo Siting sat over, rubbed his chin against her neck, and sniffed the freshest breath on the woman's body, "When did you find out?"

Qiao Zhinuan snorted and didn't want to talk about it.

Mo Siting directly brought the towel over, turned around, and knelt down beside her to wipe her hair.

Qiao Zhinuan said slowly, "On the way, when Guan Feng and Guan Shao were going to the edge of Tuao."

At that time, two people left at the same time, but the car door was not locked yet.

As a kidnapper, his vigilance is too poor.

At that time, Qiao Zhinuan already had doubts in her heart, so she deliberately proposed the rope to loosen her hands and feet while Guan Feng was giving Mo Xiaomo the phone.

Then, she was fully confirmed.

From the way the two of them treat her and Mo Xiaomo, they are very subtle. Even if they exist as "kidnappers", they will not cross the line.

"The attitude of the two of them towards Xiao Baozi is definitely as cautious as a baby lump in the palm of their hand. Xiao Baozi is so tired from climbing the mountain, and they carried it on his back."

Qiao Zhinuan finished speaking in a gentle tone, and Mo Siting had almost finished brushing his hair.

His hand was very gentle, comfortable to rub her hair, and his slender fingers passed through her soft black hair, as if stroking the finest silk.

When it was half dry, he stopped to find a hair dryer.

"The power went out, where did you get a hairdryer?" Qiao Zhinuan looked at Mo Siting's back.

"There's a charger over here."

Qiao Zhinuan watched as Mo Siting directly pulled out a charging device from under the bed, plugged it into the hair dryer, and waited until the wind from the hair dryer was warm, then Mo Siting put his arms around her shoulders and came over to blow dry her hair.

Under the attack of the hot wind, she was a little sleepy.

With Mo Siting around, the tense thread all over her body slowly relaxed.

Mo Siting turned off the hair dryer, put it aside, and supported the back of her head, "Sleepy?"

Qiao Zhinuan opened a pair of misty eyes, stared at Mo Siting's delicate eyebrows, and suddenly his eyes froze.

"Thank you."

She knew all of this, and it was absolutely inseparable from Mo Siting's arrangement, and the purpose was to want Mo Xiaomo to accept her.

Mo Siting leaned down and propped his elbows on her side.

Qiao Zhinuan was a little creepy when Mo Siting looked at her, and the base of her ears gradually became hot.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Qiao Zhinuan felt even hotter.

Mo Siting reached out to lift the sweater off Qiao Zhinuan's body.

Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly reached out to block it, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to thank me?"

"...Does thank you have anything to do with taking off your clothes?"

"Yes," Mo Siting stroked the woman's delicate collarbone, "I only accept this kind of gratitude."

Before Qiao Zhinuan could refute, the man kissed her lips hard.

She really didn't want to do it this time, and she resolutely refused to cooperate, "No...it's in the temple..."

She always felt that doing this kind of thing in the temple would bring a sense of guilt.

Mo Siting raised her chin, "Look outside."

Qiao Zhinuan followed the direction of Mo Siting's finger.

It was a relatively tall glass window inlaid.

Through the glass, what can be seen is a piece of dark blue sky cut by the square window, and there is a tower shadow in the middle.

The night outlines the shadow of the tower.

It seems that you can clearly see the bricks and tiles on the tower, the cornices and brackets.

Just when Qiao Zhinuan was in a daze, her legs were pulled away.

"Well……"

Qiao Zhinuan looked away angrily, "Mo Siting, this is a temple!"

"Yes, I know."

"Then you... um..."

Mo Siting bit her lip, "Do you know what kind of Buddha is enshrined in the Buddhist hall in front of this wing?"

Qiao Zhinuan was out of strength, and felt that the man was rubbing her into a puddle of water.

Faintly, she heard Mo Siting's voice penetrated into her cochlea—"Huanxi Buddha."

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the next day.

Mo Xiaomo woke up early in the morning to find Xiao Qiao.

He was stopped by Guan Shao at the door.

"You stay here for me well."

Guan Shao put on an iceberg face with dark skin that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and put Mo Xiaomo beside the bed, "I'm waiting for Guan Feng to come and deliver your meals later."

Mo Xiaomo ignored Guan Shao.

He jumped off the bed, and ran towards the door at a speed of [-] meters with his waist down.

There are two meters!

one meter!
Half a meter!

The hand is about to touch the doorknob!

The next second, he was stopped.

Mo Xiaomo was about to run away violently, dancing and thrashing, wishing to use all his strength to feed her, but she still couldn't shake Guan Shao.

Mo Xiaomo opened her mouth and was about to bite.

Guan Shao quickly supported Xiao Baozi's shoulder, "I'm not Guan Feng, I'll let you bite me."

Mo Xiaomo snorted and fell silent.

After Qiao Zhinuan noticed it yesterday, Mo Xiaomo, a smart little guy, also used his alert dog nose to smell something unusual.

Then, he came to a conclusion.

These two people dare not hurt themselves casually.

Because their attitude towards themselves is basically the same as Uncle Lu Bei and Aunt Jiang Siyan.

However, even with this kind of understanding, I still feel a little afraid of this black-faced Guan Shao in the final analysis.

"Delicious food is here!"

Guan Feng came in with a tray, three servings of porridge, three steamed buns, and a plate of pickled cucumbers.

When Mo Xiaomo saw the door open, he was about to rush out as soon as he rolled his eyes.

Guan Shao wanted to go there, but Guan Feng stopped him.

"The boss is awake."

Mo Xiaomo rushed to Qiao Zhinuan's room and pushed open the door.

The active expression on his face collapsed when he noticed the people in the room.

Next to a small bedside table, there was little Qiao, and the person he didn't want to see right now... Dad!

Qiao Zhinuan looked up and saw Mo Xiaomo, beckoning: "Come on, little bun, have you had breakfast yet?"

Mo Xiaomo twisted her butt very reluctantly, gave her father a look, and stood beside the chair coyly.

Qiao Zhinuan took the initiative to reach out and hug Mo Xiaomo on the chair.

Mo Xiaomo gave his father a provocative look.

Mo Siting's face was very dark.

He picked up a pickled cucumber with his chopsticks, "The chair won't go up by itself, so won't it be able to eat the meal by itself? I remember that your teacher Li asked the parents to fill in a comment?"

Mo Xiaomo: "..."

Kindergarten will be on holiday soon.

Before the holiday, the kindergarten sent out a summary form at the end of the semester, which included self-summary and parent evaluation.

Mo Xiaomo wrote in the self-evaluation column without shame: [I performed well, I did my own things, united with the children in the kindergarten, cared for my parents when I got home, and even washed my mother's feet. 】

Of course, the last sentence was inspired by Mo Xiaomo after reading Tianming's diary: [I washed my father's feet today].

However, it was a pleasure to make up random things for a while, and when he was threatened, he went to the crematorium.

Mo Xiaomo looked at his father's warning eyes, as if if there was a slight mistake, his father would completely deny his words on the evaluation form.

He pouted, jumped off the chair again, and got himself into the chair again.

Qiao Zhinuan filled Mo Xiaomo with a bowl of white rice porridge in a small wooden bowl, "Do you want to eat steamed buns?"

Mo Xiaomo nodded.

"Just some pickles?"

Qiao Zhinuan picked up a pickled cucumber for Mo Xiaomo.

Mo Xiaomo looked at the black thing on the steamed bun, and his eyes were filled with disgust.

"Try it, it's still good to pickle," Qiao Zhinuan said, "Take a bite of pickled vegetables and a bite of steamed buns."

Mo Xiaomo watched Xiao Qiao take a bite, so he was cruel and took a bite.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "How is it?"

Mo Xiaomo chewed and took another bite.

It doesn't seem to be that bad.

After breakfast, Qiao Zhinuan took the tray to the kitchen to deliver it, leaving only father and son in the side room.

Mo Siting tidied his cuffs slowly, took out a backpack from the suitcase he brought this time, and threw it to his son.

"I'll stay here for three days, here's your change of clothes and toiletries."

Mo Xiaomo carried her schoolbag and wrote on her mobile phone: [I want to share a room with Xiao Qiao. 】

"No."

Mo Siting directly refused.

Mo Xiaomo's eyes widened, and her fingers typed faster on the phone, 【However, I just reconciled with Xiao Qiao, we need time...】

Mo Siting glanced at his son's phone screen and knew what he wanted to say.

Before Mo Xiaomo finished writing, he flatly refused.

Mo Siting narrowed his eyes, "Evaluation form at the end of the semester."

Mo Xiaomo: "..."

He glared at his father angrily.

you are vicious!
During the day, Mo Siting wanted to take Qiao Zhinuan to the front hall, so he left Mo Xiaomo with Jiang Siyan.

Qiao Zhinuan wanted to bring the little bun.

Mo Xiaomo almost agreed.

Seeing Dad's threatening face standing behind Xiao Qiao, he shook his head.

Qiao Zhinuan blinked: "You really don't want to go?"

Mo Xiaomo roared in his heart: I want to go, I want to go, I want to go!However, he shook his head calmly.

Mo Siting came over and grabbed Qiao Zhinuan's waist, "Let's go, Xiao Mo wants to play by himself."

Mo Xiaomo: "..."

He stared at his father's back angrily, his lips were so pouted that he could hang an oil can.

Jiang Siyan sighed from the side: "Ginger is still old and hot."

Mo Xiaomo took out his small mobile phone from his bag, and wrote a line of big characters on it: [I will become Old Jiang one day! 】

Jiang Siyan: "..."

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