Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

What was contained in the sealed plastic bag were two cufflinks.

The same color and texture, very delicate carving patterns.

"You should know these two cufflinks."

Mo Siting pushed forward and got to Mo Yan's hand.

Mo Yan picked up the sealed bag and closed his eyelids slightly, "Where did you find the other one?"

He had a hunch that the cufflinks were dropped in the hotel suite that night, but when he went back to look for them, they were gone, and the hotel cleaning staff said they hadn't seen them.

On the contrary, the hotel's surveillance was broken that night, and he couldn't find out who the woman who crawled into the bed was.

"Someone else."

"Who?"

Mo Siting did not answer Mo Yan's question, "If you knew who the other party was, what would you do?"

Mo Yan's thin lips pursed.

what will do
He hadn't thought about it.

He was also drugged by some old foxes that night. With the strong drug, she broke in suddenly, and he mistakenly thought that she was the clean woman his subordinates were looking for.

But who knew it would be known the next day, it wasn't at all.

That was also an innocent girl who accidentally broke into the restricted area.

"I want to make it up to her."

After a long silence, Mo Yan said.

Mo Siting snorted, "How are you going to make it up? Telling her that you actually have a wife in name, is there no other choice?"

The eyes of the two brothers met in mid-air.

"Forget it, do you want to talk about it or not?" Mo Yan put the cufflinks in his pocket, "However, please keep this matter a secret. For the time being, I will talk about it later when I have settled the matter at hand."

Mo Siting frowned, "Actually, it's okay to tell you, but I'm afraid that you, a scumbag, will delay other young girls."

"...Why am I such a scumbag?"

"Isn't it scumbag to marry one and love the other?"

Mo Yan: "..."

He looked at Mo Siting for a few seconds, and laughed, "Mo Siting, you are the next head of the Mohist family, you should know that unless you have enough strength to resist, otherwise, this kind of big family's interests will check and balance. The marriage is necessary, if there are no accidents, your intended fiancée is Miss Lin from the capital, or Song Lingxue from the Song family."

Mo Siting scoffed disdainfully.

Looking at Mo Siting's expression, Mo Yan didn't seem to be joking or deliberately exaggerating the facts.

"I won't rely on women to be in power." Mo Si Ting snorted coldly, "My women are for pain, not as a tool for family restraint."

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows.

Mo Siting lightly tapped the chair with his fingers.

"Do you have a countermeasure?"

According to Mo Yan's knowledge, although Mo Si Ting has now condensed into a force of his own, his strength is not enough to resist this conventional means of marriage.

"Respond to all changes with the same," Mo Siting's eyes darkened, and he slightly raised his lips, "There is a layer of invariance, even if the outside world changes rapidly, the core will not change. "

The toy that Shi Jing sent to Mo Xiaomo was strongly despised.

Mo Xiaomo immediately threw the things aside, and went to pack her small suitcase by herself.

Shi Jing's expression was not good, but she still leaned over and said with a smile, "Xiao Mo, did your father have a girlfriend recently?"

As soon as Mo Xiaomo heard it, the alarm went off in an instant.

Why is this woman asking this?

He remembered the Gongdou drama that he accompanied Jiang Siyan to watch a few days ago, the evil nun with a mole on her face stabbed someone with a needle.

Turning to look at Shi Jing again.

Why are they so similar?
He picked up the phone: [No, my dad has always kept himself clean. 】

"Really?"

Mo Xiaomo: [Really. 】

Shi Jing was satisfied.

"Then your father wants to find a girlfriend recently?"

【Yup. 】

Mo Xiaomo was getting impatient with the question, so she turned her head and continued to pack her suitcase.

…………

Qing County is not too far from downtown Ancheng, and the passenger bus takes more than three hours, so Mo Siting drove there with Mo Xiaomo.

Jiang Siyan also went back to her hometown. Lu Bei originally said to follow, but was rejected by Mo Siting.

"Let's go home for the New Year."

Lu Bei had tears of gratitude on his face.

Mo Siting patted him on the shoulder, "Go and do the last thing for me first."

"Okay!" Lu Bei had a heart-wrenching expression.

"Over there in Qingshui Village, it will snow tomorrow morning."

Lu Bei: "..." Can you take back what you just promised?

He immediately went to the Meteorological Bureau to check the detailed weather forecast.

Looking at the weather satellites for nearly a month, such fine weather is also difficult.

"How can it snow?"

"Snowing?" A pretty girl next to me heard it, and turned her head, "Use a feather instead, and buy a blower."

Lu Bei: "..."

The big boss is such a fool?

"Or artificial snowfall..."

Lu Bei's eyes lit up!
This is a solution!
Three hours later, Mo Siting drove to Qing County.

Mo Xiaomo was sleeping on the child seat in the rear seat, almost sleeping like a piece of seaweed to dry.

Tilting his head, sticking out his tongue, the corners of his mouth are forming a straight line.

Mo Siting went directly to a hotel.

Stay overnight first, then set off for Qingshui Village the next morning.

In the middle of the night, around three in the morning, it started snowing.

At four o'clock, Mo Xiaomo was dug out of the bed by Mo Siting.

"Woke up."

Mo Xiaomo woke up very angry, twisting herself under the quilt, no matter how much Mo Siting stretched out his hand to pull it, she would not let go, and just rolled around on the bed.

Mo Siting stood by the bed, clasped his hands, "Then you can sleep in the hotel, I'm going to find Xiao Qiao."

The quilt was opened with a clang, and Mo Xiaomo, who was still sleepy just now, widened a pair of dark eyes, no sleepiness at all.

Mo Siting left a sentence: "5 minutes."

…………

Strange to say.

Obviously there was no snow forecast, but it started snowing in the middle of the night.

In the morning, Qiao Zhinuan woke up early to make breakfast.

As soon as the curtains were opened, the snow covered in silver outside came into view, causing her to take two steps back involuntarily, avoiding the reflected snow light.

Snowing?
Qiao Zhinuan's heart warmed, he got up and went out, and took a look at the door.

It was really snowing.

Many villagers in the village came out, as well as some children, all bouncing around and playing.

Qiao Zhinuan turned around and went in again, went to the kitchen to cook, and then went to call Granny Zhang.

"Grandma, are you awake..." Qiao Zhinuan saw that Mrs. Zhang was only wearing a thin sweater, so she hurried over and put the heavy military coat on the bed on Mrs. Zhang, "Grandma, what are you wearing?" Make it thicker, it's snowing outside, it's cold."

"Who are you? Why did you come to my room?" Mrs. Zhang stepped back, trying to avoid Qiao Zhinuan.

Asking this sentence has become commonplace.

In the past few days, Qiao Zhinuan sometimes explained it before eating, and then explained it again after eating.

She felt sad in her heart, but she still did it over and over again, tirelessly.

Grandma An sat at the dining table to eat, Qiao Zhinuan was free and glanced at the window.

Suddenly stunned.

On the open space in the large courtyard facing the window, there is a snowman!
Qiao Zhinuan didn't bother to take off the apron around her waist, and hurried towards the door.

Mrs. Zhang was eating small flower rolls, and she called Qiao Zhinuan: "Ninny, where are you going?"

"I'll go out and see."

When Qiao Zhinuan woke up early in the morning just now, she looked out of the window. There was no snowman yet, but now suddenly there is one?

Qiao Zhinuan opened the door.

The cold air and snow blowing outside the door.

Although grandma's house doesn't have floor heating, she has her own fire at home, so she can still withstand the severe cold.

Qiao Zhinuan shivered suddenly.

She stood on the porch, looking at the snowman standing alone in the yard.

The snowman built in just half an hour looks rough, but it is not the case that makes Qiao Zhinuan feel palpitations.

She stepped directly into the soft snow layer in the yard wearing cotton slippers.

The closer you get, the clearer the eyebrows and eyes drawn on the snowman's face become.

The snowman's eyes are made of two chestnuts, and the mouth is made of tree branches to draw a smiling face.

What made her feel different was the snowman's nose.

Snowmen have no noses.

The nose is empty and white.

A child passed by outside the courtyard, still yelling loudly: "Look, the snowman in his house has no nose!"

"I have it at home! I'll get the carrot head!"

"Go, go! Let's build a snowman too!"

The child's conversation made Qiao Zhinuan vaguely recall a scene.

Conversations in my mind loomed.

[I said to use cucumber heads, but my brother said they used carrots, and then we used rock-paper-scissors. In the end, he won. At that time, we had a fight at grandma’s house. In the end, my brother begged for mercy and said to use cucumber heads. , but there are no cucumbers at home, so I still use carrot heads. 】

Remember the first snow at Christmas.

The snowflakes were flying, she was wearing snow boots and stepped on the ground covered with thick snow, pulling him forward, chattering while walking.

There was no trace of impatience on the man's face, and the gaze he was looking at her in his eyes seemed to contain gold hidden under the abyss.

Suddenly, a pair of arms hugged her from behind.

Before Qiao Zhinuan could move to break free, the man hugged her in the open coat, and her back was tightly pressed against the man's hot and familiar chest.

Mo Siting put his chin on Qiao Zhinuan's shoulder, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

The slender fingers held half of a dark green cucumber, and then steadily added a nose to the snowman.

"Does it look like Pinocchio's long nose?" The man's voice was warm, and his warm breath sprayed all over her face.

Qiao Zhinuan came back to her senses suddenly, trying to break free, "Let me go, Mo Siting!"

Mo Siting didn't let go.

On the contrary, he turned Qiao Zhinuan around in his generous overcoat, pinched Qiao Zhinuan's chin with his cold fingers that had wrapped the snowball with both hands just now, and kissed her.

Qiao Zhinuan struggled harder and harder.

However, it was as if he was completely wrapped in the coat by Mo Si Ting. His body was imprisoned and he couldn't move. He could only bear with his head up and silently.

"Call you a hooligan!"

Suddenly, a black figure came from behind, and the broom in his hand swung towards Mo Siting's back.