Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

On the way, Qiao Zhinuan couldn't help laughing after hearing Wang Ziqi's words.

"Then I guess I can get your autograph for you."

"That would be great!" Wang Ziqi asked in confusion, "How do you know Shirley?"

The smile on the corner of Qiao Zhinuan's mouth collapsed slightly.

Seeing Qiao Zhinuan's expression, Wang Ziqi knew that it must be inconvenient to talk, so she stopped asking and avoided the topic, "I'll buy two cold drinks later."

After getting out of the car, Wang Ziqi went to buy cold drinks.

"What would you like to drink? Milk tea or juice?"

Qiao Zhinuan said: "Let's have passion fruit tea, I want to eat something sour recently."

She stood at the entrance of the big theater, watching the people coming and going in front, waiting for Wang Ziqi to come over.

Those who can participate in the premiere, in addition to the invitation letters handed out by the cast members or the director, and some are ordinary and fair, bought tickets.

There are quite a lot of people.

Some people buy popcorn and drinks outside the mall.

Qiao Zhinuan took out her phone to check the time, and suddenly there was a commotion behind her. Qiao Zhinuan turned her head to look, and the people behind surged up and bumped into her shoulder.

The phone threw an arc in the air and fell to the ground.

At this time, an extended car stopped on the side of the road.

From the side, a slender man with a handsome face came out.

"So handsome!"

"Male God!"

Even though the security guards blocked the reporters, they still squeezed forward as if they were Xiaoqiang who couldn't die.

Mo Siting went around the car, walked to the other side, and came out from the opened door...

Lin Tian.

Lin Tian was wearing a red dress and a pair of black high heels on her feet. Her long hair was gathered up on one side of her shoulders, and her curly hair just fell on her chest.

"Miss Lin! Are you coming to the premiere today?"

"Who sent you the invitation letter?"

"Young Master Mo, I heard that Shirley sent the invitation letter, so now you are bringing your fiancée to see your ex-girlfriend's play, won't Miss Lin be jealous?"

"The last photo showed Shirley getting into your car, is that true?"

Under the crowd of Yuji, Lin Tian took Mo Siting's arm, "I have a very good relationship with Si Ting. As for you saying that Si Ting met Shirley in private, I know about it. No one has one or two." What about friends of the opposite sex? It’s the 21st century now, not the old feudal society.”

A microphone was stretched out in front of Mo Siting.

"Young Master Mo, is it really as Miss Lin said? You have nothing to do with Shirley?"

These words speak out the aspirations of the majority of people.

A few months ago, before Tang Wen left the circle, she posted on Weibo specifically about the "improper" relationship between Shirley and Mo Siting.

Although Tang Wen is temporarily withdrawing from the circle now, the words are still in my ears.

Mo Siting always had no expression on his face, but now he curled his lips slightly, and that evil feeling came out from his bones.

"I only have one fiancée."

This is already a statement.

With a very elegant and decent smile on Lin Tian's face, he held Mo Siting's arm.

The spotlight hit her, and all the spotlights were flashing towards her. She seemed to be standing in the center of the stage, receiving everyone's attention.

The two went up the stairs, and at the top of the steps, they met Qiao Zhinuan's eyes.

Qiao Zhinuan held the bag in her hand, and what Mo Siting said in front of the camera just now echoed repeatedly in her mind-【I only have one fiancee. 】

What about her?
What was she then?
Just a lowly mistress?
Hidden in the dark, unable to see the light, the golden house hides its beauty, when you are interested, you can reach out to tease it, if you are not interested, just throw it aside.

How could this man's heart be so cold.

Lin Tian passed by Qiao Zhinuan, and suddenly stopped, "Zhinuan, you are here, I have called you for the past two days and you have not answered, I thought you had something to do."

She looked at Mo Siting, "This is my fiance, you should have met last time, right?"

These words, to Qiao Zhinuan's ears, were eager to show off, to let her know that Lin Tian's label had already been attached to Mo Siting's body!

But at this moment, Qiao Zhinuan didn't answer her words, and neither did Mo Siting.

Lin Tian felt embarrassed and smiled, "Si Ting, let's go in first."

Qiao Zhinuan was still standing there.

It took a lot of effort for Wang Ziqi to squeeze through the crowd, "It was quite smooth just now, why are there so many people around here now? Which celebrity is here?"

Qiao Zhinuan took the juice from Wang Ziqi's hand, "Let's go in."

There are crushed ice cubes in the passion fruit tea. Holding the cup with both hands, the palms are close to each other. The ice is cold. From the texture of the palms, it can penetrate deep into the heart.

There is a couple arguing next to them.

"Look how good Young Master Mo is to his fiancee. How about you, I want to eat ice cream, but you are afraid that I will get fat."

Wang Ziqi captured the two words very sensitively.

Ink less.

Could it be that Mo Siting is here?

Sure enough, Wang Ziqi saw the couple who were already chatting with others.

Looking at it from a distance, it is really a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a golden boy and a beautiful girl!
But Wang Ziqi really knew that this is a pair of dogs and men, a scumbag and a bitch!

She glanced sideways at Qiao Zhinuan. Although Qiao Zhinuan didn't say anything, she also knew that falling in love and meeting two people who showed affection in front of her eyes was simply eye-catching.

Wang Ziqi watched the slut go towards the bathroom, rolled her eyes, and pulled Qiao Zhinuan's sleeve, "Zhinuan, where are our seats?"

Qiao Zhinuan took out the invitation letter and took a look, "No.13, I called Shirley and asked for another seat, No.14."

"Then you go there first, I'll find you later, and go to the bathroom first."

"it is good."

Qiao Zhinuan took two drinks first, and went to the invited VIP table to find a seat.

"Where is VIP13?"

A waiter in a tuxedo said, "In front, second from the left."

"Thank you."

The lights of the vip table here are not turned on, only the faint light from above the table.

Qiao Zhinuan walked down the stairs, looked at the numbers behind the seats, "This is it."

She took a special look at the seat next to her.

NO.14.

She wanted to put her bag on this seat, to occupy a seat for Wang Ziqi.

Half a minute later, Qiao Zhinuan was flipping through her phone with her head down, when a figure walked over from the side, blocking the light from the front of the stage.

She thought the other party was going to pass, so she turned sideways, leaving a gap in front of her.

But who would have expected that the other party would bend down, pick up the bag she put on the No. 14 seat, and then sit down as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes widened in an instant.

"Sorry, sir, there is a..."