Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

At the same second that the person's face came into view, Qiao Zhinuan's pupils constricted suddenly, he blinked, and then looked back, the person had already been washed away by the passing crowd, and he was never to be found again.

Is that him?
Qiao Zhinuan felt like she was having a nightmare.

Only to see a person who has been dead for several years.

When she was still in a daze, she was dragged into an alley by Mo Siting.

A very narrow alley, with the eaves of the bucket arch upturned on the top of the head.

Qingluo Lane.

As soon as Qiao Zhinuan saw the words carved on the wall, her lips were pressed.

Mo Siting directly pressed her against the wall and kissed her.

The kiss carried a hint of brutal punishment, Qiao Zhinuan noticed the faint trace of violence in the man's eyes, and bit her lips lightly.

"pain."

Mo Siting rubbed her lips twice with his fingers, "Do you still know it hurts?"

Qiao Zhinuan was a little aggrieved.

She looked down and saw that Mo Siting was still holding a mask in his hand.

There are blue-faced fangs on the mask, and the mouth is wide open.

This mask is exactly the same as the mask on the face of the masked man just now.

Qiao Zhinuan reached out to grab it, but Mo Siting blocked it first, and threw it directly into the trash can beside him.

"Why did you throw it away? Put it on for me."

Mo Siting gave her a sideways look, "Childish."

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

It's as if the person with the mask on his face is not him.

Mo Siting pulled Qiao Zhinuan forward.

The courtyard walls on both sides are covered with creepers.

It's just that the creepers have all withered in this season, leaving only tiny vines all over the wall.

If it is spring and summer, it must be full of greenery and very beautiful.

Walking through Qingluo Lane, there is a small lake in front of it.

By the lake, there is a plum grove.

The pink and tender plum petals are blooming wantonly, and the branches are standing coldly, expecting the wind and snow.

Qiao Zhinuan picked up the phone to take a picture, took two pictures, was complacent, thought it was beautiful, wanted to post to Moments, but Mo Siting took the phone away.

"It's ugly."

"..."

Mo Siting casually took a picture.

Qiao Zhinuan leaned over to take a look, and it turned out that the photos were much better than hers.

"Didn't it mean that straight men don't know how to take pictures?"

Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, he was interrupted by Qiao Zhinuan's own words.

"Could it be..." Qiao Zhinuan covered her mouth exaggeratedly, "Aren't you straight?"

Mo Siting's brows sank, "Am I straight? Do I want to tell you by myself right now?"

"J."

Qiao Zhinuan turned around and ran away.

The plum blossoms here are blooming very well, and maybe it rained last night, the petals of the plum blossoms are spotless, with one or two dewdrops rolling on them.

Qiao Zhinuan leaned over and sniffed deeply.

Mo Siting took two photos with his phone.

Very beautiful.

Compared to Han Mei, who is so proud and unyielding, the face that leans close to the tip of her nose and sniffs lightly is the most beautiful.

"Jojo."

"what?"

Qiao Zhinuan turned around, and Mo Siting leaned over to press her lips.

Finger on the other side, pressing the shutter.

Her lips seemed to be stained with honey petals, very sweet.

This photo has been kept in Mo Siting's phone.

Later, it was washed out, enlarged into a photo frame, and hung in the bedroom.

Only by looking at her photos can we talk about comfort.

Come out from Qingluo Lane and return the same way.

Qiao Zhinuan saw the masked man again.

The moment she took off the mask just now, the crowd turned out to be her inner demon. She was about to walk over, but was held back by Mo Siting with a dark face.

"In front of your man, do you want Hongxing to cheat?"

Qiao Zhinuan said, "No, that person is very similar to my old friend."

Old friend?

Mo Siting's jealousy was about to overflow from his eyes.

Qiao Zhinuan looked over from Mo Siting's side, and the masked man had already turned around.

Looking at the past from the back, it was bustling and bustling, but I couldn't find it for a while.

…………

Guan Feng, Guan Shao, and even Jiang Siyan could tell that the boss was in a bad mood today.

But why?

Before taking Miss Qiao out, weren't you in a good mood?

Looking at Ms. Qiao again, she feels a little out of bounds.

He even went to the main hall in front to find the abbot, asking nonsense about whether people will be resurrected after death.

Jiang Siyan reported to the boss tremblingly, Mo Siting's eyes darkened, "Where is she?"

"Just, just in the front hall."

"lead the way."

"Yes."

Qiao Zhinuan met many pilgrims holding incense candles and tributes along the way.

She inquired a few places before she found out where the abbot was.

In one of the side halls.

Entering the gate of the temple, a cool feeling came over the surface, and you could smell the smell of incense candles. A little monk led Qiao Zhinuan: "Female benefactor, please come here."

Qiao Zhinuan walked in and saw an old man with white beard and hair.

Wearing black clothes that are not very new, at a glance, he is no different from the monk who cleans and cooks in this temple.

But sitting on the futon in front of an incense table was a little bun.

"Little Mo?"

Qiao Zhinuan only noticed it when he got close.

Mo Xiaomo was almost tired of the constant nagging of the old monk beside him.

He still wants to ask him to become a monk, and he still wants to find a girlfriend. Hmph, he doesn't want to be a monk and he can't eat meat.

The old monk said: "You can't give in to your desires. Those things are external things. If you don't bring them with you, you won't take them with you when you die. You have the roots of wisdom. I would like to ask you to be my disciple."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old monk standing beside him trembled.

Disciple.

Do not.

Calling Shishu to a four-year-old child, he can't say it.

When Mo Xiaomo heard Qiao Zhinuan's voice behind her, her eyes lit up with joy, she turned around and rushed towards Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly bent over and hugged Mo Xiaomo.

"Slow down, why are you here?"

Mo Xiaomo pointed to the abbot behind him, and typed on his mobile phone: [I am chatting with the old monk. 】

"Shh, barking," Qiao Zhinuan said, "Call Master."

Mo Xiaomo twisted her neck, as if she didn't want to scream.

Qiao Zhinuan stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed his head to the old monk, "Master Abbot."

"So it is, so it is."

The abbot looked at Qiao Zhinuan, stroked his beard, "Female benefactor, this little benefactor has roots of wisdom, I want him to stay and be my disciple."

Mo Xiaomo ran over angrily and stepped on the old monk's cloth shoes.

"Mo Xiaomo!"

Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly pulled Mo Xiaomo back, "Sorry, abbot, children don't understand."

The abbot still had a very compassionate smile on his face, "It doesn't matter, this is just the innocence of a child."

"As for becoming a monk... I don't have any plans yet."

The abbot smiled, "One day you will change your mind."

Qiao Zhinuan asked: "Actually, I want to ask... After a person dies, will there be a soul left in this world?"

"Have."

"Why don't you go?"

"Unresolved ties, unresolved matters, exist in the heart, they must be resolved, and only when they are resolved will they leave."

"Then... has anyone come back from the dead?"

The abbot smiled, "Isn't it just reincarnation? Maybe his body has already been reincarnated into someone else's body, or maybe his soul has already become attached to the skin. There are countless wonders in the world, just like you, the benefactor."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You... female life star, if you hurt the people around you, you will definitely bring harm to yourself. Only those who are destined can turn danger into good fortune."

Qiao Zhinuan was a little dizzy.

"Fateful person? I didn't come here to seek marriage."

"There are three lines in the palm of a person's hand, which are interdependent and complementary, not just one."

Mo Xiaomo didn't want to listen to the old monk's speech at first, but now he still couldn't understand what he was saying, and Xiao Qiao lost the smile on his face, so he just grabbed Qiao Zhinuan's sleeve and walked out.

At the threshold of the palace gate, a tall and slender figure stepped in.

Mo Siting walked against the light, his eyes swept over Qiao Zhinuan, and then fell on the abbot behind him.

The abbot said: "The benefactor, please stay."

Mo Siting asked Qiao Zhinuan to take Mo Xiaomo out first, and stayed there for two seconds.

The abbot twirled the beads in his hand, "Donor, we meet again."

Mo Siting sneered, "Yes, another very unpleasant meeting."

The first time they met, Mo Siting was confirmed by this old monk as the Lone Star of the Heavenly Fiend.

"Benefactor, I want to say something to you this time."

"no."

Mo Siting walked out, "Otherwise, I'll go directly to the charity hall and withdraw the tens of thousands of incense money donated to you."

Abbot: "..."

He watched Mo Siting walk out of the palace gate, and said it anyway: "Sometimes in your life, you must have it, and there is no time in your life, so don't force it, Amitabha."

…………

That night, after dinner, Qiao Zhinuan was dragged to the wing by Mo Siting.

Mo Xiaomo remembered scratching her ears and cheeks.

Damn dad, you don't have the loyalty to form an alliance, such a domineering person dominates Xiao Qiao alone!

snort!
Guan Feng on the side held his chin and pointed at his fleshy little face, "Go, I am optimistic about you."

Mo Xiaomo: [Hmph, don't think I dare not! 】

Guan Feng: "You must dare, you are the only son of the boss."

Mo Xiaomo is still hesitating.

Guan Feng continued to fan the flames: "You're sure to be fine, the boss won't embarrass his son, right? Don't you think so?"

He was beaming as he was talking, while Guan Shao and Jiang Siyan looked at him with sympathy for a dying person.

Mo Xiaomo cheered herself up in her heart, struggled for a while, and then jumped up from the chair, ready to rush to Qiao Zhinuan's wing.

In the next second, Guan Feng answered a call.

Mo Siting said: "If you ask Mo Xiaomo to come in and interrupt me, you can keep walking until dawn."

Guan Feng was so excited that he didn't even have time to hang up the phone, so he threw it aside and went out to get Mo Xiaomo.

Before Mo Xiaomo had time to run to the door, she was hugged by the waist, fell on her shoulders and returned the same way.

Inside the room.

Mo Siting put his phone aside, pressed the mute button, and walked towards the bathroom while unbuttoning his shirt collar.

Qiao Zhinuan locked the bathroom door from the inside.

There was a knock on the door.

Qiao Zhinuan brushed her wet hair back, "Who?"

"Open the door."

Mo Siting said two words concisely.

Qiao Zhinuan's heart skipped a beat, "I'll wash it right away."

"Don't make me say it a second time."

From Mo Siting's voice, it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

Qiao Zhinuan quickly rinsed off the foam from the body wash, put on a bathrobe casually, walked over, and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Mo Siting stepped in suddenly.

Qiao Zhinuan was startled.

The button of the shirt on the man's body has been unbuttoned, revealing the strong chest and abdominal muscles, and the honey-colored skin is enveloped in a strong hormonal atmosphere.

The belt is also loose, hanging on the crotch, revealing the buttocks faintly.