Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Heartache has been numb.

But seeing such words still hurts my heart.

Wang Ziqi noticed that Qiao Zhinuan was in a bad mood, so she walked over to take a look.

She frowned, and pulled the phone out of Qiao Zhinuan's hand.

Song Manman had already called.

Connected there.

"Excuse me, is this Lawyer Shen? I'm Song Manman, the second lady of the Song family. I have a fake agreement here. I want to ask..."

Before she finished speaking, she stopped.

I don't know what Shen Jinhe said on the other end of the phone, Song Manman's complexion is getting worse and worse, it is already extremely bad.

Song Manman finally opened his mouth a few times before finally saying the button: "Okay, thank you, Lawyer Shen, for your teaching."

After hanging up the phone, she gave Qiao Zhinuan a vicious look, walked over and signed the last page of the agreement and pressed her handprint.

"Alright!"

"Well," Qiao Zhinuan said, "delete the photo."

Song Manman took out her phone, and pulled out a few photos inside, as well as the photos in the cloud, "You delete it first! For a person like you, maybe if I delete it, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

Qiao Zhinuan told Wang Ziqi to take out her mobile phone.

Wang Ziqi snorted, "Look, all your photos have been deleted, and these are backed up in the cloud, so delete them immediately!"

In fact, Song Manman still had a little luck in his heart.

She flicked through her mobile phone in her hand, "Okay, it's finished deleting... Ah!"

Before the words were finished, Wang Ziqi grabbed her wrist, and a small grabbing hand pressed her waist behind her backhand. Song Manman's forehead was suddenly pressed against the table, and the phone was released from her hand.

Wang Ziqi pressed her shoulder, clicked on the phone a few times, deleted it completely, then let go of her hand, and threw the phone back.

"I knew you would play tricks."

Song Manman rubbed her shoulders, held the phone, and gritted her teeth, "You wait for me!"

With a bang, she went out and slammed the door.

As soon as the door was swung shut, He Qianhe, who was standing beside him, slowly slid down against the wall.

Wang Ziqi glared at her, walked over and pulled her up, poking her forehead.

"Can't you be more confident? She, Song Manman, is not an omnipotent god! She is the kind of master who bullies the weak and fears the tough. If you are tougher, she will be afraid."

He Qianhe sniffled, "I see, wasn't I afraid that she might have something to do?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked at his mobile phone, his eyes were a little distracted.

"Zhi Nuan?"

Wang Ziqi dragged a chair and waved it in front of Qiao Zhinuan's eyes.

"Hey, you have already broken up with this kind of scumbag, so you will automatically block his news and stop paying attention."

Qiao Zhinuan smiled wryly.

Is it because she doesn't want to pay attention, so there's no need to pay attention?

The news is pervasive, and ordinary people like her can only look up to him who can make the headlines this time in Ancheng.

A long time ago, she knew that for Mo Siting, there was an unattainable distance for herself, and she would never be able to touch it.

At this moment, reality really slapped her across the face.

Other women can appear by his side in a fair and honest manner, but she will always be in the dark and can never appear in the light.

No wonder, the older generation said that what is needed is a well-matched marriage.

Love is a matter of two people, but marriage is a matter of two families.

But now, she can't even hope for love.

"Ziqi, do you know martial arts? Or taekwondo?"

"You mean the two tricks just now?" Wang Ziqi reacted, "I know women's self-defense."

Qiao Zhinuan said firmly, "Teach me."

This time it was Wang Ziqi's turn to be surprised.

"Teach you? Do you want to learn?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, "Yes, I want to learn."

Wang Ziqi thought for a while, "Okay, I'll teach you."

Although she didn't know why Qiao Zhinuan wanted to learn, she knew that she was useful.

Qiao Zhinuan is more serious and meticulous than ever before, and she is also more sober.

He Qianhe on the side silently raised his hand, "I want to learn too."

Wang Ziqi laughed, "What are you studying?"

"Learn self-defense." He Qianhe said, "After learning self-defense, I won't be afraid of anything."

Wang Ziqi laughed.

It is impossible not to be afraid.

It has to do with a person's personality.

Qiao Zhinuan is the kind of person who looks gentle, but is very strong in his bones. Even if he is bullied, he will hold his breath, fight back, and hit the opponent's face fiercely.

But He Qianhe couldn't.

That cowardice cannot be changed.

Wang Ziqi found Lu Kun and borrowed his family's martial arts gym.

"Just here, open your shoulders first, press your legs, and do some exercise."

Qiao Zhinuan followed Wang Ziqi's movements without feeling any effort at all, but He Qianhe couldn't do it anymore. From the moment he pressed his legs, he started screaming.

He Qianhe burst into tears of pain, and was called to the side by Wang Ziqi to rest.

Seeing that Qiao Zhinuan could bend into any position at will, she couldn't help asking from the side: "Zhinuan, why don't you feel any pain at all?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Didn't Ziqi say that it would be more difficult for people like us who haven't exercised for a long time?"

"I've studied ballet before."

I haven't danced for many years now, and it hurt a little at first, but it's much better now.

In just one morning, Qiao Zhinuan learned a lot.

It's just that there is no strength, so even if the movements are in place, it seems to be embroidered with fists and legs.

Qiao Zhinuan remembered that in the bar that day, when she met that salty pig hand, she also directly grabbed him.

Thinking about it now, if it wasn't for that fat head, big ears, frail body and obesity, I'm afraid he wouldn't have pushed that man against the wall so easily.

At noon, Lu Qiang ordered takeaway.

"Several young ladies, hurry up and have dinner."

He Qianhe ran over first, and took the leftmost lunch box casually, but was blocked by Lu Qiang.

"This is for Miss Qi."

He Qianhe blinked, "It's not the same."

"Well, this is specially selected by my brother according to Sister Qi's taste."

He Qianhe became interested, "Do you know what Ziqi tastes like?"

"I know," Lu Qiang said, "Sister Qi's favorite is the spicy shrimp, which is full of peeled shrimp meat."

Wang Ziqi lifted the lid, and sure enough, a tangy and spicy smell came oncoming.

Lu Qiang leaned over as if offering a treasure, "Sister Qi, my brother wore plastic gloves and peeled them off one by one."

Wang Ziqi frowned, put the lunch box on the table, and took Qiao Zhinuan's remaining portion, "I'll eat this."

Qiao Zhinuan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Ziqi, you stole mine."

"I give you mine."

Qiao Zhinuan then exchanged the lunch box for Lu Qiang.

Lu Qiang looked pitiful, "Sister, don't make fun of me, how dare I eat the shrimp that my brother peeled with his own hands."

Got it, and still haven't wrung his neck off.

"Just say that you ate it yourself," Wang Ziqi said.

Lu Qiang took a look at the tasty and fragrant shrimp meat, and left with the lunch box.

Just outside the martial arts hall, leaning against the wall, stood a tall and tall man, holding a cigarette in his hand, and the smoke from the cigarette was slowly rising upwards into a puff of smoke.

Lu Qiang came over with a lunch box in his hands, "Brother, sister Qi..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Qiang was kicked hard on the buttocks. With a shake of his hand, Lu Qiang almost spilled this "valuable" lunch box.

Fortunately, it didn't spread.

Otherwise, his little life will be explained here.

"You talk too much." Lu Kun put out the cigarette, turned and walked out, "I'll eat it for you."

Lu Qiang yelled twice, but didn't stop him.

He glanced at the shrimp inside the box lunch, it really looked delicious.

Forget it, no one will eat it, he will!

How can we not waste food is not.

Qiao Zhinuan had lunch when a phone call came in.

She glanced at the name displayed on the phone screen, it was Lin Tian.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he connected the phone.

She walked outside with her mobile phone.

There is a special glass room for rest outside the martial arts hall.

Qiao Zhinuan connected the phone, leaned against the white tiled wall, and lowered her head slightly.

"Zhi Nuan, can I invite you out for a chat?"

Lin Tian cut straight to the point with this sentence.

Qiao Zhinuan felt stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak.

When she was on good terms with Lin Tian, ​​she never refused her request, and similarly, she never affected their friendship because of other people's gossip.

After a long pause, she said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Zhinuan stood by the glass window and looked out of the window through the clear glass that had not been pasted with frosted window paper.

The sun was shining brightly, but her heart was full of gloom.

A very small voice came from behind, and Qiao Zhinuan turned around in astonishment, "Ah!"

Seeing Lu Kun leaning on the side, she was really startled.

"What are you doing standing here secretly?"

"Before you came in, I was already here, but you didn't see it."

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

She directly raised her hand and wiped it at the corner of her eye.

"You don't need to wipe your tears, I've seen it."

"..."

It was the first time for Qiao Zhinuan to know how Wang Ziqi felt. This man really had a mouth that couldn't speak.

Lu Kun turned his head sideways, "But don't worry, I'll pretend I didn't see it."

Qiao Zhi held the corner of his mouth with a warm smile, "Thank you then."

"You're welcome."

Lu Kun walked to the cold drink making table, "What would you like to drink?"

"lemonade."

Lu Kun is very proficient in hand gestures. Compared with the hand gestures Qiao Zhinuan saw outside those cold drink shops, the hand gestures made by the production boys are no different, and they are even more skilled and beautiful.

Lu Kun seemed to see through what she was thinking, "I used to work part-time in a cold drink shop for half a year."

"Oh."

Lu Kun added two pieces of crushed ice to the lemonade and brought it in front of Qiao Zhinuan.

In the goblet, there is a piece of cut lemon floating on the light yellow lemonade, and the other piece is stuck in the mouth of the glass, and I am used to inserting it obliquely into the glass.

Qiao Zhinuan took a sip and gave a thumbs up, "It's very authentic, you can open a shop now."

Lu Kun smiled, hooked a yellow lounge chair and sat down, "Go and ask, if I change careers and open a cold drink shop by myself as the owner, will Wang Ziqi still be willing to follow me?"