Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Only then did Qiao Zhinuan move her sore knee, trying to get out of it.

She leaned on the edge of the table, but still fell over inadvertently.

With his long arms, Mo Siting hugged Qiao Zhinuan into his arms.

"So eager to throw yourself into your arms?"

Qiao Zhinuan's beautiful eyes were full of sullenness, she pushed Mo Siting away viciously, and took two staggering steps back before finally standing still.

"Just now you pretended not to know each other, what do you mean now?"

Mo Siting leaned against the table and stood firm, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "In the company, you have to draw a line with me. Now in school, can you openly admit that I am your man?"

Qiao Zhinuan was stunned for a moment.

She really didn't want to make her relationship with Mo Siting public yet, after all, she is very quiet now, if it was announced, most people would think that she was a mistress, or that she had a relationship with her.

She wants to rely on her own efforts to get the sense of accomplishment she should have.

It's not a woman who is stalking, flattering and laughing.

However, when it comes out of Mo Siting's mouth now, it seems to have another meaning.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you have now, which one is not given to you by me? How many women want to cling to me, but you don't know it."

Qiao Zhinuan stood there blankly.

She almost felt that the man in front of her was not the Mo Siting she knew.

"In your eyes, it turns out... that's how you see me?"

Everything comes from him.

She nodded, and the tears in her eyes rolled down almost in the next second, flowing down her cheeks.

"Yes, I was able to go to the design competition because you gave me the opportunity. It was also the opportunity you gave me to start my dream university life. I thank you for giving me the opportunity, but you can't deny my hard work!"

She gritted her teeth and said, "Life is made up of countless opportunities, which depend on luck, but I have my own hard work and strength. When opportunities come, I can grasp them well."

Mo Siting smiled, loosened his collar, and took a step forward, "Are you angry?"

Qiao Zhinuan directly waved away Mo Siting's hand, "I just want to ask you a question now."

Mo Siting lowered his head, brushing off the shallow wrinkles on his sleeves when Qiao Zhinuan waved his hands.

"Do you have a fiancée?"

Qiao Zhinuan secretly clenched her palm.

His fingernails pinched the flesh of his palm, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

Mo Siting raised his head, his eyes were dark and deep, staring at her.

After a long time, he spit out a word: "Yes."

Qiao Zhinuan raised his hand and gave Mo Siting a slap.

Mo Siting's face turned to one side.

He wiped the corner of his mouth lightly with his fingers, and looked up at her.

Qiao Zhinuan met his eyes.

The teasing and coldness in his eyes plunged into her heart.

She raised her hand abruptly and slapped it again, but the man grabbed her wrist.

"Give you a chance to slap me once, but it doesn't mean I have to follow up with the second slap. Zhi Nuan, I'll give you two choices now."

"what?"

"One, be obedient by my side."

Qiao Zhinuan shook off his hand, her eyes were red, "Needless to say, I will choose the second one."

She turned around and walked out the door.

Walking out of the office, as before, the sky is clear and cloudless.

However, she suddenly felt that it seemed like a lifetime away.

Mo Siting leaned sideways on the table, twitched his thumb lightly at the corner of his mouth, and smiled wickedly.

Are you really not listening to the second article?
Choose the second...

He was really looking forward to it.

…………

Qiao Zhinuan didn't know how he got back to the dormitory.

The whole person seemed to have collapsed, staggering, walking and stopping like stepping on cotton.

Compared to Mo Si Ting yelling at her and telling her to get out of the car, Mo Si Ting now seems to be separated by a layer of air, unable to figure out anything.

She was sitting at the table, her eyes fixed on a star poster by Wang Ziqitie on the wall.

The door opened from the outside, and Wang Ziqi walked in with a suitcase.

She saw Qiao Zhinuan sitting at the table at a glance, and blinked, "Are you there?"

Qiao Zhinuan didn't move.

Wang Ziqi didn't care either.

This time, she took all the things back directly and started to pack them, taking out all the things in the suitcase and putting them away one by one.

After staggering out of the bathroom for a while, Qiao Zhinuan still sat in the same position, motionless.

Only then did Wang Ziqi feel something was wrong.

She came over and waved her hand in front of Qiao Zhinuan's eyes.

"Qiao Zhinuan?"

Qiao Zhinuan didn't even blink his eyes.

Only then did Wang Ziqi feel that something was wrong, and reached out to push Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and with a slight push with his hand, it shook twice.

When Wang Ziqi touched her hand, it was as cold as ice.

She immediately went to the kettle and poured a cup of hot water, stuffed it into Qiao Zhinuan's frozen fingers, and warmed it up.

"Are you OK?"

Only then did Qiao Zhinuan blink slowly, curled eyelashes covered her eyes, she smiled, "It's okay."

The voice is very hoarse, dry and unbearable.

Wang Ziqi snorted, "I didn't think you had an expression of nothing just now, but you almost fell down when you pushed it."

Qiao Zhinuan put her arms around the glass and put her elbows on the table.

"I just...found myself in love with a scumbag."

She smiled helplessly, raised the glass up, and slowly wanted to approach her lips.

But his hands were shaking violently, and the water in the water glass splashed everywhere.

Wang Ziqi rolled her eyes.

"Who didn't love scum when he was young, his eyes are just covered with shit, and it's enough to brighten his eyes in the future."

She snatched the water glass from Qiao Zhinuan's hand immediately, and brought it to Qiao Zhinuan's lips.

Qiao Zhinuan took a sip from the water glass she was holding.

Suddenly someone pushed the door and came in, just in time to see this scene.

Song Manman's mouth was as big as a quail egg.

"Do you want to drink more?"

Wang Ziqi ignored Song Manman and He Qianhe who were standing at the door.

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head, "No need."

Wang Ziqi put the water glass on the table as if nothing had happened, and turned around to pack her things.

He Qianhe walked in and saw that Wang Ziqi had already packed everything in the suitcase, and asked, "Ziqi, are you coming back?"

"Yes." Wang Ziqi said while folding the quilt.

Song Manman snorted coldly.

"You broke up with your greasy, crooked old man who is the patron?"

He Qianhe tugged at her sleeve, "Manman, don't sound so ugly..."

Song Manman didn't care at all.

"What's ugly, since she can do it, she's not afraid of people saying it badly, and what's worse than what I said is more arranged behind the scenes."

With a bang, Wang Ziqi kicked a chair over.

Song Manman was so frightened that she immediately fell silent.

Wang Ziqi raised one foot and stepped on the overturned chair, narrowed her eyes and looked at Song Manman, "Say one more word, I'll listen."

Song Manman opened his mouth, unconsciously uttered a syllable, and fell silent.

Although Wang Ziqi is not in the dormitory all the year round, she is actually mixed in the society, with the gangster spirit of a mature woman on her body.

Song Manman is nothing more than a wealthy daughter raised in a deep boudoir, and Wang Ziqi is too frightened to move just by looking at her.

Wang Ziqi turned around and continued to pack her things, Song Manman's eyes fell on Qiao Zhinuan who was sitting at the table in a daze.

"Qiao Zhinuan, what are you doing sitting here?"

He Qianhe also came over and asked with great concern: "Zhi Nuan, where did you go after class? Did you have lunch?"

Qiao Zhinuan closed her eyes, "No, I'm going out to eat now."

She stood up and took her bag and went out.

He Qianhe caught up, "Zhi Nuan, I'll accompany you."

"no need."

He Qianhe wanted to follow, but Song Manman stopped her, "Is there something wrong with you, what are you doing with her?"

He Qianhe turned around and walked back, "I don't think she's in the right mood."

"It's none of your business to be in a bad mood."

Wang Ziqi came out of the bathroom and saw that Qiao Zhinuan was gone.

"What about her?"

"Go out to eat." He Qianhe said.

Wang Ziqi frowned, put the things in her hand casually, and turned around to go out.

Song Manman glanced at Wang Ziqi, took out a mirror to look in the mirror, and tilted her head, "Why do I think there is something wrong between Wang Ziqi and Qiao Zhinuan?"

He Qianhe glanced at the corridor, "What's the matter?"

"Are they too close? They have only met twice, and they have reached the point of feeding each other." Song Manman seemed to suddenly think of something, and gasped, "I'll go, not her The two are really..."

He Qianhe: "Huh?"

"Lily."

"What is a lily?"

"Idiots are lesbians."

When Song Manman said this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

She immediately got up and went out to find Gao Luoqiu.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't go downstairs, but went directly to the rooftop.

On the roof, there are many ropes pulled up, on which are the clothes and quilts that the girls put up to dry.

Today's weather is not bad, the sun shines on the ground of the roof, as if it is paved with a layer of fine gold.

She walked to the railing, stepped on it, and looked down.

She remembered four years ago.

At that time, she also crossed the railing in the same way, sitting on the railing, overlooking the scene inside the school.

Only, what was different at that time was the weather.

It was winter.

The sky was gloomy like the wind and clouds, and the biting and howling cold wind blew on his face like a knife.

Qiao Zhinuan wiped her cheeks, obviously under the sun, her cheeks were still cold.

She dropped her bag by her feet, stepped on the railing, held the railing with one hand, and wanted to turn over from above.

One leg had already knocked on the railing, and a gust of wind-like footsteps came from behind.

Before Qiao Zhinuan could react, she was pulled down from the railing by a strong force, her arm was tightly gripped, and she was pulled backwards to the ground, her elbow bumped on the concrete floor.

Wang Ziqi's eyes were full of furious flames, "Qiao Zhinuan, what are you doing?! Do you not want to live anymore!"

She grabbed Qiao Zhinuan's collar, "What I don't like the most is that you people who commit suicide are looking for life and death for a little love and love!"

Qiao Zhinuan's neckline was tightly gripped by Wang Ziqi, and her neck was a little suffocated.

She broke her hand and said breathlessly, "I... didn't want to seek death."