Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the words on the computer screen as ghostly symbols, and even his vision felt a little blurred.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Qiao Zhinuan was still wandering in the sky, and didn't even notice that someone came in.

Mo Siting brought a cup of hot milk, walked to the table, and put down the milk cup. Qiao Zhinuan suddenly focused his eyes and saw the milk cup in front of him.

"Writing a design draft?"

"Ah."

Mo Siting walked behind Qiao Zhinuan, leaned over and held the mouse, "Let me see."

Qiao Zhinuan sat in the chair, Mo Siting's posture seemed to hold Mo Siting completely in his arms, and his breath was close at hand.

She was a little uncomfortable, moved her shoulders, trying to avoid the man's breathing, "I'll get up."

"do not move."

Mo Siting pressed Qiao Zhinuan's shoulder, "Here, modify it. According to the data, it should be at least three to four centimeters longer."

Qiao Zhinuan glanced at it, thinking silently in her heart.

Sure enough.

"Do you still understand design drafts?"

Mo Siting slid the mouse lightly with his finger, "Understand a little."

It was only later that Qiao Zhinuan found out that what Mo Siting said he understood now was actually a double bachelor's degree in design from the capital university of country M. He was a gold medalist in the Blacka Design Competition when he was just a fledgling.

Next, Mo Siting pointed out several places to Qiao Zhinuan, and Qiao Zhinuan nodded several times.

After she changed it, she found that it was really better than the original version.

Mo Siting pressed his chin on her shoulder, "Satisfied?"

"Yeah." Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

She felt that these few pointers from Mo Siting really made her seem like a bright future, and the blockage in her mind would be cleared up at once.

As soon as Qiao Zhinuan pressed the save button on the computer, the man hugged her horizontally.

"Eh."

She habitually touched Mo Siting's neck, "Put me down."

Mo Siting ignored her and put her on the bed when he got to the bedroom.

She wanted to get up, but was stopped by Mo Siting.

He directly reached out to unbutton Qiao Zhinuan's home clothes.

Qiao Zhinuan was startled, and turned sideways to avoid, "What are you doing?"

"you."

Qiao Zhinuan blushed slightly, "I...I don't want to."

Mo Siting saw this very clearly just now.

No matter when she was having dinner in the restaurant or in the study, her little movements and micro-expressions had clearly conveyed a message to him: she didn't want him to touch her.

"why?"

Mo Siting leaned over her body, leaving no room for her to escape, and even stared at her with nowhere to hide.

"I... don't feel well."

Qiao Zhinuan said, avoiding Mo Siting's eyes.

"official holiday?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded indiscriminately.

Suddenly a big warm palm covered the lower abdomen, and it reached down.

Qiao Zhinuan grabbed his hand as soon as his face became hot.

"Do you need me to get you a tampon?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the expression on Mo Siting's face, saw the faint anger on the brows, and knew that he knew.

"No, I'm not on my period, I..." Qiao Zhinuan narrowed her eyes, "I just don't want to."

"But I want to."

Mo Siting clasped Qiao Zhinuan's wrists, pressed them on the top of her head, and pressed his lips together.

Qiao Zhinuan had goose bumps all over her body.

She twisted her waist, trying to avoid it.

"No, Mo Siting, I don't want to, I don't want to now, you can't force me."

As Qiao Zhinuan spoke, there was already a little water in his eyes.

The black and soft blue silk was spread on the pillow, carrying a kind of messy and wanton beauty.

Mo Siting lifted her shoulder straps.

"I think so, Jojo."

When he entered, Qiao Zhinuan was stunned.

He seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock suddenly, and began to struggle violently, "Mo Siting, get out!"

Mo Siting wanted to use his tenderness to ignite her, but found that it was useless this time.

He looked at the woman's tear-stained little face, and felt distressed in his heart. Before an uncontrollable restlessness flooded into his brain and stomach, he withdrew and went into the bathroom.

Qiao Zhinuan curled up her body, hugging the quilt.

Twenty minutes later, Mo Siting came out of the bathroom. The wall lamp in the bedroom was still on. The woman on the bed was curled up at the foot of the bed, tightly wrapped in a blanket.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

The slightly sunken mattress made Qiao Zhinuan's body stiff again.

Mo Siting hugged her sideways, and Qiao Zhinuan tightly closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering like cicada's wings.

She wanted to dodge, but Mo Si Ting stubbornly refused to tell her to dodge.

"Try moving again, huh?"

She dared not move.

But I couldn't sleep either.

I don't know how long it took before I finally fell asleep slowly.

When she woke up the next day, Qiao Zhinuan opened her eyes, and there was no one beside her.

When the tentacles touched it, the temperature was gone.

It seems he left early.

For two days.

The relationship between Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Siting seemed to have entered a period of ice.

She would still go out, but she could find a figure not far or near behind her.

It was the bodyguard sent by Mo Si Ting.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled wryly.

Why bother.

Even Mo Xiaomo sensed that something was wrong between the two of them, so he took his mobile phone and asked Mo Siting: [Dad, are you making Xiao Qiao angry again? 】

Mo Siting rubbed his brows and cast a cold glance.

Mo Xiaomo: [Hey, you are so pitiful, Xiao Qiao doesn't talk to you anymore, isn't this just taking advantage of me. 】

"Shut up."

Mo Xiaomo: [I didn't speak, I was typing. 】

"..."

Early in the morning of the third day, Qiao Zhinuan put on her clothes and got up to wash, and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

Jiang Siyan and Mo Xiaomo who were sitting at the table looked at her in unison, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Siyan shook her head hastily.

Mo Xiaomo took out his mobile phone: [Dad didn't eat breakfast again. 】

Qiao Zhinuan pulled out the chair and sat down, eating a sandwich.

"Siyan, is there any more breakfast?"

"There are some!"

"Put some, I'll send it to the Mo family."

"Good good!"

Jiang Siyan took out an insulated box from behind like a magic trick, "Get ready."

Seeing her expression, Qiao Zhinuan must have prepared it early in the morning.

Sighing in my heart, I still took it.

"I'll drive there by myself, so there's no need to send it off."

"it is good."

Qiao Zhinuan went to the room to change clothes, packed two pieces of clothes and put them in the satchel, her fingers touched something hard.

She bit her lip, took it out, put the cufflinks in the drawer, and then turned and went downstairs.

Mo Xiaomo rested her chin and pouted, looking at Qiao Zhinuan's back.

Jiang Siyan came over and directly hung the tomato sauce jar on Mo Xiaomo's mouth, "You can hang the oil pot now."

Mo Xiaomo snorted and got off the chair with her buttocks twisted.

If it weren't for his father's poorness, he wouldn't speak for his father.

…………

Qiao Zhinuan drove to the Mo's Building, and she parked the car in the innermost VIP parking space of the underground garage.

She knew the password of the vip elevator, and she was allowed to go up and down the stairs without notifying her.

She hesitated for a moment, but went straight to the elevator.

But he never thought that when the elevator reached the fifteenth floor, the elevator door opened, and two people walked in from outside.

A man and a woman, looking at their clothes, look like employees.

The woman glanced at the elevator buttons, then turned to Qiao Zhinuan, "Miss, are you also going to the president's office?"

"Ah."

"Hi, my name is Liu Keying, this is Song Ke, and we are new assistants who are following Special Assistant Lu."

Liu Keying directly reached out to shake her hand, and Qiao Zhinuan nodded politely.

Song Ke's eyes were not disturbed.

But looking at Qiao Zhinuan's eyes made her feel a little cold.

She glanced at Song Ke, and the corners of Song Ke's mouth turned up, "Miss Qiao."

Such a smile made Qiao Zhinuan shudder.

For some reason, she felt that this man had a chilling familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere.

But in fact, she was absolutely sure that she had never seen the face.

The elevator stopped, and she immediately got off the elevator with the insulated lunch box.

Liu Keying said to Song Ke: "Why do you have such an indifferent smile towards her? She is the president's woman. If you just blow the pillow..."

Song Ke got off the elevator and said coldly, "So what."

Liu Keying shrugged and followed.

There are basically no people in the president's office.

She walked to the door of the office, knocked on the door twice, and a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Qiao Zhinuan turned the doorknob.

Mo Siting sat behind the desk.

He was wearing a set of dark blue British-style handmade shirts today, and the suit jacket was taken off, revealing the smoky gray cashmere sweater underneath.

It's like being in a video conference.

Mo Siting said to the other party in English: "Wait a moment, 10 minutes."

He turned off the video camera and looked up at Qiao Zhinuan.

In the past two or three days, she has always had a sense of distance from him, but today she took the initiative to come over, making his heart seem to have eaten sugar, with a lingering sweetness.

Qiao Zhinuan was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Mo Siting.

"Here, I heard from Xiaomo that you didn't eat breakfast."

The corner of Mo Siting's mouth twitched, "Bring it to me."

Qiao Zhinuan opened the lunch box and took out the insulated breakfast.

Suddenly, the office was filled with a tangy aroma of food.

"Then you eat, I'll go first."

Seeing Mo Siting pick up the chopsticks, Qiao Zhinuan wanted to turn around and slip away, but Mo Siting grabbed his wrist.

"Sit down with me."

Qiao Zhinuan obediently sat beside Mo Siting, watching him eat.

The simplest home-cooked breakfast, porridge, cold dishes, flower rolls.

Mo Siting's eating and chewing movements seemed to be that of an elegant aristocrat, a pleasing painting, with Qiao Zhinuan sitting beside him, even watching him eat, he still felt very seductive.

After eating, he took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, "Have seen enough, huh?"

Only then did Qiao Zhinuan suddenly come back to her senses, blinked her eyes, "I... I'll leave after you finish eating."

She hurried to pack the tableware, turned around and left with the thermal box.

"Jojo."

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head.

Mo Siting said in a deep voice, "Wait for me tonight."

Qiao Zhinuan put her hand on the doorknob, paused slightly, opened the door and went out.

She washed the tableware in the bathroom and left it directly at the front desk, "There are also car keys, I will come and get them later, I have an appointment with someone to go shopping."

"Ok."

Qiao Zhinuan came out of the Mo's Building, went to the shopping mall next door, wandered around in the shopping mall, went into the bathroom, and when she came out, she changed her clothes, put on a hat, and got rid of the two people who were not far away. Not close to her bodyguards.

Half an hour later, he came out of the cargo aisle at the side door and directly waved to a taxi.