Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

I didn't want to say it.

After all, he promised his cousin.

However, seeing Qiao Zhinuan like this, he still opened his mouth.

Qiao Zhinuan bit the teeth of the man's fingertips, relaxed slightly, her eyes were a little dazed, "What?"

"You heard me clearly."

Qiao Zhinuan's heart beat fast for a while, and she didn't know what it was like.

Not pain, not anger.

She bit her lip, "That night...wasn't you? Those shirt cuff buttons..."

Mo Siting pulled Qiao Zhinuan up and told her to lean against the head of the bed behind him, "You still remember that night when you went to find Mr. Mo, my cousin and sister-in-law were there."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

"It was the day after Yu Meimei's accident. The shirt my cousin was wearing was missing a cuff button. He went to my room to change my shirt, and left the shirt in the old house. "

"Then why did it appear in Fenglin Garden again?"

"It should be that the servants of the old house packed it up and sent it over after they washed it."

Although Mo Siting didn't often stay overnight in the old Mo family's house, there were servants who took care of the clothes.

I think of the clothes that the servants of the old house brought over to his dressing room a few years ago. Among them should be this shirt that originally belonged to my cousin, but it happened that Qiao Zhinuan discovered it when he was tidying up the clothes. .

Qiao Zhinuan was completely stunned.

So……

The night with Yu Meimei was not Mo Siting, but Mo Yan?

"But, he..." Qiao Zhinuan hesitated several times, "Isn't he married?"

She remembered the side she met Mo Yan that time, the other person was personable, with a calm demeanor, elegant and indifferent, but she didn't expect that he was such a hypocritical man who was promiscuous outside?
Mo Siting pinched her little face, "Yes, I'm married, since the misunderstanding has been resolved, don't think about it, huh?"

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head, "But..."

"It's nothing but," Mo Siting put his index finger against Qiao Zhinuan's lips, "It's Chinese New Year, be happy, huh?"

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips, "But, you..."

"I didn't tell Mo Yan."

Qiao Zhinuan was silent.

Mo Siting said: "If you're doing it for Yu Meimei's good, don't say it. Some things will make you happy if you don't know the truth. On the contrary, it will completely disrupt her life."

Qiao Zhinuan was silent for a long time before nodding.

She raised her head suddenly, "Didn't you lie to me?"

"What are you lying to?"

Qiao Zhinuan thought for a while, "You deliberately asked your cousin to help you take the blame?"

Mo Siting: "..."

He smiled, "Qiao Qiao, you still don't know enough about men. Real men don't bother to push such things on others."

Outside the door, there was a bang.

Qiao Zhinuan called grandma, got up and ran out in a hurry.

When he opened the door, he saw Mrs. Zhang standing in the living room. A drawer box in her hand fell to the floor. She looked at Mo Xiaomo who was eating at the table in shock.

"Whose family are you a child, why are you in my house?!"

Mo Xiaomo: "..."

"grandmother!"

Qiao Zhinuan opened the door and came out, followed by Mo Siting.

Seeing these two people coming out one after the other, Mrs. Zhang's cloudy eyes widened, "Who are you? Get out quickly! Otherwise, I'll call the police right away and you will force your way into the residence!"

Granny Zhang turned around and picked up a long wooden stick by the wall, staring at the group of intruders vigilantly.

Mo Siting frowned slightly, took a step forward calmly, and stood in front of Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan couldn't laugh or cry.

She came out from behind Mo Siting, holding his arm, "Grandma, I'm my daughter."

Granny Zhang murmured and repeated the word: "团囡?"

She seemed to be in the depths of her wandering memory, a shadow suddenly flashed, she dropped the wooden stick that she casually picked up by the wall, and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Ninny, it's really you!"

"It's me, Grandma."

Granny Zhang staggered over, "Ninny, are you back from college? Hurry up and tell grandma what happened to you in school. Our old Lin's family also has a college student."

Qiao Zhinuan helped Mrs. Zhang, "The school life is very good, there are club activities, and the roommates are easy to get along with and treat me very well. I major in design, and the professors praise me for my hard work."

"Yes, work harder. You are from our family, so you should work hard."

Listening to Qiao Zhinuan's words, Mo Siting narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although Qiao Zhinuan was smiling, he could see the sadness hidden on her face and eyes.

Mrs. Zhang and Qiao Zhinuan were talking, and it seemed that they suddenly realized that there were two strangers in the room. They raised their faces, "What are you two doing here? Get out!"

Mo Siting took a step forward, "Grandma."

Granny Zhang: "Why do you call me grandma? I'm not your grandma."

Mo Siting didn't show any anger at all, with a warm smile on his face, "You are my grandma, you are my grandma, and I am my husband."

When Qiao Zhinuan heard this word, his mind went blank for a moment, and he turned his head dully, staring into Mo Siting's eyes.

Those eyes are deceiving.

If she were an outsider, looking at these sincere eyes, she would feel that this person was telling the truth.

Mrs. Zhang seemed to be stunned by the news.

"Ninny, are you married?"

"Grandma, I didn't..."

"Grandma," Mo Siting took Qiao Zhinuan's hand, "I married my niece and my son. I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate first, and I haven't had time to hold the banquet. When the time comes, I will invite you to be the officiant !"

Mrs. Zhang was a little confused.

She seems to have grasped the point of this sentence.

"Marry with a son?"

Mo Siting nodded and pouted towards the table, "That's my son and my daughter."

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

Mo Xiaomo: "..."

Well, this time he is biological, not adopted.

After the question, Mrs. Zhang looked at Qiao Zhinuan inquiringly, "Ninny, is that so?"

Although Qiao Zhinuan was scratching her head, she couldn't temporarily disrupt the situation after Mo Siting said these words, so she nodded.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Mo Siting exactly as she looked at her grandson-in-law.

"It's really a good-looking talent. It's the first time I come to the door, and grandma will give you a red envelope!"

Mrs. Zhang went back to her room to get a red envelope and handed it to Mo Xiaomo, "Come here."

Mo Xiaomo looked at his father, then at Qiao Qiao, Mrs. Zhang patted Xiao Baozi's head, "Look what your parents are doing, grandma told you to take it, so take it."

Mo Xiaomo grinned and took the red envelope.

Secretly opened it under the table and took a look.

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

empty.

Grandma, did you forget to put money in the red envelope?

Qiao Zhinuan told Mo Siting privately.

"My grandma has Alzheimer's disease, which was diagnosed two years ago, but it's not serious. The doctor suggested taking medicine, but this time it seems... more serious."

Mo Siting said: "Go back this time, take grandma home, I'll ask Zhong Ze to see a doctor."

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head, "My grandma won't."

If grandma leaves, she will take grandma to Ancheng early in the morning.

"The old man has moved back to his hometown and likes to live in the village. I used to find a nanny for my grandma, and she didn't want to take care of her. She said that a stranger suddenly appeared in the house, and I felt conflicted, so I had to ask the neighbor. Occasionally come and see, to accompany grandma."

This is a problem.

Ordinary old people don't want to leave their homeland easily. This is the same as in ancient times, people who were officials in the dynasty would want to beg for bones and return home when they were old.

In this way, Mo Siting didn't say anything more, so he called Zhong Ze and called an expert in this field after a few years.

After learning about Mrs. Zhang's illness, Mo Siting and Mo Xiaomo lost the initial surprise and started making up stories.

For example, that night, as soon as Qiao Zhinuan came out, Mo Xiaomo rushed over, hugged her leg, covered her eyes and whimpered without thunder.

Mo Siting next to him explained vividly: "Your granddaughter abandoned her husband and son for many years. I raised my son by myself, and finally found her. Grandma, you must make the decision for your great-grandson who is waiting to be fed."

Mo Xiaomo was very cooperative and howled dryly.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at Mo Xiaomo's small mouth opening and closing, really like those little birds just born in the bird's nest waiting to be fed.

Granny Zhang looked confused, "My granddaughter? Where is it?"

Mo Siting looked at Qiao Zhinuan.

"That's your granddaughter."

"..."

Qiao Zhinuan actually saw a bit of resentment in Mo Siting's eyes.

She felt that grandma's forgetful disease really satisfied the performance desire of these two big and small drama stars.

That night, the big and small will undoubtedly stay.

The house is not small, and there are many rooms.

There are still two vacant rooms, just because no one lives in them all year round, and they are not cleaned frequently.

Qiao Zhinuan pushed open the door.

"This is my brother's room."

In the past, she and her elder brother liked to come back to live at the grandma's house in the village during the holidays, so here is a fixed room for her and her elder brother.

When Qiao Zhinuan walked in, he smelled a damp dusty smell in his breath.

She rubbed her nose before picking up the rag to help wipe the dust off the table.

Mo Xiaomo struggled to pull out the broom, dragged a mop, and walked on the floor with a heavy load. When he entered the door, he bumped into his father and complained with his eyes: lazy man!
Mo Siting gave his son a blank look.

What a stupid son.

He walked to Qiao Zhinuan's side and put his arms around her waist, "Don't clean up, I'll just share a room with you."

Mo Xiaomo: "!!!"

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "My bed is too narrow, I can hardly do it by myself, you should bring your little bun in this room."

"I don't dislike it."

Mo Xiaomo hurriedly took the phone: [I don't dislike it either! 】

Qiao Zhinuan touched Mo Xiaomo's small head, and put a small hat made of folded newspaper on his head, and dug a hole in the middle of the newspaper, especially wearing it on his shoulders.

"Clean it up, it's going to be a big cleaning anyway."

When Mo Xiaomo saw that he had new equipment, his eyes lit up with excitement, and he became more motivated!
Qiao Zhinuan watched Xiao Baozi pouted and wiped the floor back and forth, his mouth almost reaching his ears in excitement.

She went to pour a glass of water from the kitchen, and saw Mo Siting standing on a chair and cleaning the roof.

Granny Zhang, who was standing below, pinched her waist, raised her head and ordered: "Left, right, and a little bit to the right, dust off the dust..."

Mo Siting just held the feather duster, raised his hand, and dusted the corners and crevices of the ceiling.

The movement of raising his arm just lifted the shirt on his body.

The shirt was pulled tight around the waist, outlining the tight muscles of the chest.