Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

The employee stood up in a hurry, and almost bumped into the CEO behind him. He took a deep breath, "I..."

"Give me the newspaper."

Mo Siting reached out and took the newspaper over, glanced at it, his brows were already tightly knit.

"Lu Bei."

Lu Bei answered immediately.

"Prepare the car."

"Yes."

Lu Bei also glanced at the newspaper and saw the headlines on the society page.

The big boss was in a bad mood yesterday, and he was busy with the work. He held two company meetings and two important international conferences almost non-stop. He also followed non-stop, and only now saw the news.

Someone is going to suffer.

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Qiao Zhinuan felt burning in her stomach, and her head was dizzy, but the mouth of the interrogator in front of her was still opening and closing to ask questions.

The bright light above her head shone on her face, reflecting her pale little face.

Because she didn't sleep well all night, there were deep black shadows under her eyes, and her lips were chapped and puffed up.

"Because your mother's hospitalization fee has been delayed again and again, so you want to ask for unspoken rules in private and want Dean Du to open the back door for you, but Dean Du refused you, so you felt malicious and wanted to kill her." Dean Du?"

"I didn't," Qiao Zhinuan shook his head wearily, and said in a hoarse voice, "He asked me to go, trying to invade me, and mistreat me..."

She has said this sentence more than ten times.

Every time it was the same question and the same answer, but it was still being asked repeatedly.

Qiao Zhinuan has been holding on to a taut string in his mind, which is about to break.

"I found your fingerprints on the ashtray in the room. It was the most serious injury on Dean Du's head, and I needed seventeen stitches."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't believe it.

She was ashamed and indignant at that time, but it was not serious, but it was absolutely impossible for her to lean on an ashtray with such strength that she could smash a hole in Du Tao's head and sew seventeen stitches.

"I know you don't believe it, but this is the injury report."

The policewoman handed over an injury report, and Qiao Zhinuan stared at it for a while in a trance, before she could clearly see the level of injury on it—severe!
How can it be?

"fake."

The policewoman slapped the table again, "You said the witness's words were false, but now the evidence is in black and white in front of you, and you still say it is false?! What happened in the hotel that day? Say it again."

Qiao Zhinuan was very tired, her eardrums were agitated, and her eyelids kept dropping.

Mo Yuanhang's car accident, being kicked out from Mo's house, her mother's illness, other people's gossip and gossip, and the continuous mental tension and pressure finally made her unable to straighten up.

"It was he who wanted to violate me, I didn't do it on purpose... I was defending myself..."

She murmured shaking her head, her eyes narrowed.

The interrogator asked persistently, "Who can prove it?"

At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was kicked open from the outside.

With a bang, it bounced off the wall, and a tall Yingwei figure walked in from the door, "I can prove it."

Qiao Zhinuan tried her best to open her eyes, facing the bright light directly above her head, she saw a tall and handsome figure in the halo.

She looked at him for a while before recognizing him, "Mo... Mo Siting?"

"it's me."

The man squatted down, took her cold hand, and hugged her trembling body in his arms,
Qiao Zhinuan felt a kind of silent stability.

In memory, it seems familiar.

Mo Siting looked over coldly, and said coldly in a voice completely different from what he had just said: "Uncuff her."

"She's a suspect, she can't..."

"Untie it, quickly untie it! What nonsense!"

As soon as the director heard that Mo Siting had arrived, he hurriedly rolled over from the office, with a flattering smile on his face, "President Mo, I'm really sorry, these subordinates are not sensible."

Mo Siting's gaze was on the woman in front of him alone, regardless of what the people around him were saying.

He looked at the bruises on Qiao Zhinuan's wrists left by handcuffs for a long time, his eyes became more and more gloomy, and he leaned over and hugged the woman horizontally.

Wearing ironed suit trousers and crossing his long legs, he waited for the gate of the police station, turned his head slightly, and said coldly: "Director Wang."

"President Mo."

"The people under him should take good care of them, this is my woman."

"Yes Yes."

Wang Ju wiped the sweat from his brow, watched the two people get into a Bentley Mulsanne, and the car drove away, before turning his head and cursing angrily: "They are all a bunch of trash! Don't you know to find out the details before arresting people? Still engaging in fatigue interrogation, how can Young Master Mo be offended!"

Several people lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.

"Those who should write inspections should write inspections, and those who should automatically submit transfer applications should apply. Otherwise, if I don't need to take action, this Young Master Mo will make you unable to get along in the entire Ancheng!"

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Mo Siting carried Qiao Zhinuan into the car.

Qiao Zhinuan leaned against Mo Siting's chest, shivering, her fingers tightly clutching Mo Siting's clothes, "It's cold..."

Mo Siting frowned, and immediately hugged Qiao Zhinuan in his arms, opened his coat and held her in his arms, and kissed her forehead.

Her forehead is hot.

Mo Siting took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Come to Fenglin Garden immediately and bring your medicine kit."

Fenglin Court.

Mo Siting carried Qiao Zhinuan directly upstairs.

Jiang Siyan hurriedly cleaned up the guest room, "President, the guest room here is just..."

I saw that the president had already carried the woman to his own master bedroom.

Jiang Siyan thought for a while, and pushed away Little Devil Mo's children's room.

Mo Xiaomo is losing his temper.

In the children's room, all the corners and sharp edges were covered, and the walls were also pasted with special materials, just in case the young master lost his temper and couldn't control it.

Mo Xiaomo threw toy balls everywhere, and the assembled Lego toys broke into pieces, trampling!

Jiang Siyan stroked her forehead, "Master, Miss Qiao is here."

Mo Xiaomo was kneading the colored plasticine into irregular shapes, and pressing it firmly into the groove of the small train. Hearing this sentence, his eyes immediately widened, and he was stunned for a second, as if Like a little whirlwind, he "flyed" away from Jiang Siyan's side, looking left and right in the corridor with his little head.

where?where?Where!
Jiang Siyan pointed to the master bedroom, "Your father's room."

The small cannonball had already rushed over and knocked open the door.

Mo Siting asked the servant to change Qiao Zhinuan into a clean pajama dress, and just as she was pulling the quilt on her, her leg was bumped, and a small ball pushed her up.

He poked Qiao Zhinuan's delicate face with his soft little fingers, and looked at his father suspiciously.

Mo Siting said softly, "I'm sick."

When Zhong Ze received a call from Mo Siting, he drove in at a high speed and yelled, "Old Mo! Where are you hurt? Hurry up and call..."

Standing at the door, dumbfounded.