Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Standing at the door, Mo Siting saw such a scene.

In the dark room, there is a vague night light coming in from the window, shining on the woman's body, from her smooth shoulders to her slender waist...

Qiao Zhinuan screamed in terror, only to see a tall figure against the light at the door, covering her body with a bathrobe in a hurry.

"Yes, who is it?!" She fumbled for her mobile phone on the ground in a panic, "Don't come here, or I'll call the police.

Mo Siting suddenly found it funny.

The little woman was sitting on the ground at the moment, and the little movements she hastily covered with a bath towel made him unable to help but want to tease her.

He walked over slowly, bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the ground, "If you want to call the police, can I dial for you?"

Qiao Zhinuan froze for a moment.

this voice...

"Mo, Mo Siting?"

"It's me, Miss Joe."

Mo Siting's voice had a touch of sexy magnetism in the dark night. When Qiao Zhinuan was in a daze, suddenly, the lights above his head turned on.

If you could only see the outline of a woman's body in the dark just now, it is now fully exposed in the light.

The woman's skin is white and translucent, and the drops of water dripping from the wet hair hanging down her shoulders stretch down from her slender swan neck to her collarbone...

Sensing Mo Siting's gaze, Qiao Zhinuan bit her lips in shame and anger, "Close your eyes!"

There was a burst of complaints from the neighbor's aunt in the corridor outside the door: "Why did the power go out all of a sudden, I'm scared to death."

"Looks like an electrical failure," another neighbor replied.

Mo Siting closed the door just in time.

There are only lonely men and widows left in the room.

Qiao Zhinuan was so ashamed and angry that she could hardly raise her head.

It turned out to be seen like this.

She is now in front of the man, and the man neither turns nor tilts his head. Just looking at her like this, she doesn't even have a chance to put on her bathrobe again.

Mo Siting looked at the woman's blood-red earlobes, which were in her trouser pockets, and turned around indifferently, "I turned my back."

Qiao Zhinuan looked up at Mo Siting for a few seconds, then hurriedly got up and put on her bathrobe.

Mo Si Ting didn't pay attention to it at first, but his eyes moved lightly, but stopped at a floor-to-ceiling mirror at the entrance of the entrance.

The woman also turned away and hurriedly put on her bathrobe.

Only the snow-white back and straight legs were left, flashing past his eyes.

A dark light flashed in Mo Siting's eyes, and he closed his eyes deeply, suppressing the dry mouth and tongue.

Qiao Zhinuan fastened the belt of the bathrobe, looked up and down again, and found that there was no dew point, so she turned around with peace of mind, and hung the wet hair scattered on her sideburns behind her ears, "Mr. Mo, why did you come back?" What's up?"

"I forgot my coat."

A black suit jacket hangs impressively behind the dining table and chairs.

Mo Siting went over to get his coat, put it on as if nothing had happened, and looked directly into the woman's bright eyes, "I'll pretend I didn't see anything just now."

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

Her head lowered even more.

Just go straight away, and tell me, did this man do it on purpose?

That's right, Mo Siting did it on purpose.

He wanted Qiao Zhinuan to remember, to remember firmly, that tonight, she was seen by a man.

This man is him.

"You have a beautiful figure."

The man walked to the door, held the doorknob, flipped the lock lightly, opened the door and walked out, leaving Qiao Zhinuan standing there alone, dumbstruck.

She felt like she was going to burn up.

Qiao Zhinuan turned around and rushed into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her cheeks, looked up at the blushing woman in the mirror, and bit her lips tightly.

Why did she have such intense and strange feelings towards this strange man whom she had only met a few times?

Intense as if I've seen it before.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her temples, she whimpered and squatted down while supporting the washstand, her head ached badly.

She clutched the nightgown on her chest, took a breath, and shook her head violently.

Bang bang bang!
There was another knock at the door.

The sound became more intense, Qiao Zhinuan leaned on the wall and walked over to open the door, remembering the shock just now, she asked first: "Who?"