Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

At that time, Mo Siting said with disgust, "I'll tear it up later."

Qiao Zhinuan grabbed his shoulder and bit his chin, half threatening: "How dare you!"

Not long after that incident, she received the admission letter from University A and moved into the school dormitory.

Later, they broke up.

And now...

Qiao Zhinuan touched the sticker in his hand, and it felt like the sticker of the Pink Panther.

Even the location is exactly the same.

When Qiao Zhinuan had a question in his mind, he was denied it by himself.

It should be just a coincidence.

Mo Siting must have torn off the sticker she put on him, with that disgusting expression at that time, let alone broke up already.

However, she unexpectedly discovered that Mo Qing's phone model was exactly the same as Mo Siting's.

A light flashed quickly in her mind.

At the same time, a thought that horrified her, like a sprout breaking through the ground in spring, slowly emerged from the soil layer.

The stickers in the same position, the same phone model, even the stud on the right ear, and the more and more familiar outline when she blindly touched his face with her hands that day...

Qiao Zhinuan thought she was crazy!

How can it be? !
It's not that Mo Siting didn't scare her.

I still remember the last time, Mo Siting took her to a villa and covered her eyes with an eye patch.

However, no matter how much you pretend, it is still impossible to completely change a person.

"No, absolutely not."

Qiao Zhinuan warned herself in her heart.

Besides, last time she exposed Mo Siting at that time, and Mo Siting immediately admitted that it was a mutual adjustment.

If this person is Mo Siting, why would he blind himself, obliterate her existence, and pretend to be another person?
Qiao Zhinuan murmured that it was impossible, and her finger had already touched the power button of the phone.

Mo Siting taught her before.

As soon as this button is pressed, the emergency call interface will be mobilized.

Although she can't see it now, in her mind, she is already about halfway up the phone, one finger up, and this should be the number pad.

She has no guarantee that she can go to others for help.

The number is too long, and she is afraid of pressing the wrong number.

Only with the alarm call, she can easily find the button.

She pressed three numbers.

Qiao Zhinuan felt that the surroundings had become a vacuum, and she couldn't hear the sound of the vacuum, only her own heartbeat, louder than louder, as if it was beating a drum.

At this time, Qiao Zhinuan's nerves were under high tension, so naturally he didn't notice it at all. It turned out that the bathroom door had been opened quietly.

The man came out barefoot, and the water on his upper body rolled down from his chest muscles, soaking the towel around his waist.

Qiao Zhinuan lay on the carpet and put the phone to her ear to listen.

"Drip-drip-"

pass!

Qiao Zhinuan clenched her phone tightly and gritted her teeth.

A few seconds later, a female voice came from the continuation of the beeping sound.

"Hello, this is the Ancheng General Police Station."

Qiao Zhinuan immediately said: "I will call the police! I am imprisoned, I... I am Qiao Zhinuan!"

Such a smooth progress was beyond Qiao Zhinuan's expectation, and she spoke incoherently.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded

"what are you doing?"

The sudden voice above his head made Qiao Zhinuan panic, his palm slipped, and the phone dropped.

She could vaguely hear the voice of the other police officer coming from the handset of the mobile phone.

She fumbled on the ground in a hurry, but it was very inconvenient not to see things with her eyes. She fumbled in a hurry, but she still had a hand to take the first step and picked up the mobile phone that had fallen on the ground.

Mo Qing only glanced at the 13-second call on the screen of the phone, and hung up the phone with a twitch of his lips.

"Call the police?"

Qiao Zhinuan knew it was hopeless.

But since it was a call to the police station, the police station has a positioning function, and it will find where she is now, except for the length of time.

All she needs to do now is delay the time and not ask Mo Qing to transfer.

In a short time, she had already considered all the countermeasures in her mind.

She sat up straight, leaned against the head of the bed behind her, lowered her eyelids slightly, and did not speak immediately.

Before she could figure out Mo Qing's reaction at this time, she couldn't speak first.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Her first feeling was that Mo Qing would be very angry.

However, the two words just now - call the police, are in an ordinary tone, and even Qiao Zhinuan's hearing is different from ordinary people at this time, and he still thinks he is a bit joking.

Mo Qing pulled Qiao Zhinuan up, pressed her to sit on the edge of the bed, and put the phone back into her hand.

"Why don't you tell me if you want to call the police? I'll call for you."

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

Her astonishment was written all over her face!
What does this man mean?
Mo Qing held her by the shoulders, let her sit in his arms, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, pinched her chin, and let her "look" at him.

"Are you testing my bottom line again and again?"

For the first time, Qiao Zhinuan felt the icy cold on this man.

The cold air entered from all her pores and flowed down the capillaries, and instantly she became stiff with cold.

The man pressed her on the bed, and when she was stiff, he had already started to beat her up and down.

Qiao Zhinuan seemed to realize something suddenly, and began to struggle violently.

"Let go of me! Don't touch me!"

However, the man's hand, like a cold, temperatureless snake, pressed against her skin.

Qiao Zhinuan struggled violently, "Go away! Go away!"

She punched and kicked, raised her leg fiercely, and kicked between the man's legs.

But he was grabbed by the ankle and easily pulled away.

She was pinned down on the bed by a man with one hand, and Qiao Zhinuan realized at this time that even some time ago, she followed Wang Ziqi and Lu Kun, and learned martial arts and self-defense in the martial arts gym for a long time. In the final analysis, they are all just fluffy fists and embroidered legs.

When meeting such a man, it is impossible to have the strength to counterattack and resist.

The skin of the woman under her is as cool and delicate as the finest ice silk satin, and she can't put it down when she puts it on.

Mo Qing suddenly noticed the tears streaming from the corners of the woman's eyes.

He didn't know where in his heart, but he was suddenly touched violently.

He wiped her tears with his fingers, and licked it lightly on the tip of his tongue, which was salty.

Compared with the last time I saw her tears, this time it made people feel more stagnant.

"Okay, I won't touch you anymore, don't cry."

Qiao Zhinuan's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... is he afraid of crying?

Last time, when she was almost at the last step on the bed, her tears saved her.

Qiao Zhinuan was barely able to keep her mind calm and clear, she cried even harder, tears gushing out.

Sure enough, the man just hugged her and made no further movements.

Mo Qing went to the closet for Qiao Zhinuan to fetch new clothes, and put them on for her, "I don't need to pursue the matter of you and my mobile phone calling the police, but it's just this one time, huh?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded with tears in his eyes.

Mo Qing planted a kiss on her forehead, "Let's go eat first, huh?"

Although Qiao Zhinuan was reluctant, she was led downstairs by Mo Qing.

She knew that she was delaying time, and she ate very slowly when she ate, almost as if she was chewing slowly.

But, why didn't the police call, or even... locate him.

The house was as quiet as a tomb, and no distant sounds could be heard at all, let alone the sound of police sirens.

She became more and more suspicious.

Why are people still not coming?
Could it be that the query positioning failed?
But no one called Mo Qing's phone.

She repeatedly recalled the three numbers she dialed just now, and the first sentence the other party said, yes, it was definitely a call to the police.

Although what she said at the time was a bit incoherent, but one thing is certain, she said her name.

External bystanders such as Feng Qiqi may not know this name, but people inside the police system are very concerned about her, the fourth "victim" of the serial murder case that has been making headlines these days. , It is absolutely impossible to sit indifferent!
"Buzz...buzz..."

The vibrating sound of the phone brought Qiao Zhinuan back to his senses.

Mo Qing glanced at the mobile phone placed by the table, patted Qiao Zhinuan on the shoulder, and said; leaving a sentence that seemed to be threatening, "Eat well", and took the mobile phone to the terrace.

Qiao Zhinuan's palms were covered with sweat.

She counted silently in her heart.

After counting 43 times, I heard the sliding door of the balcony slamming slightly, and Mo Qing's footsteps were the same as before.

"Why don't you eat it, it doesn't suit your appetite?"

Mo Qing saw that the food on the plate in front of Qiao Zhinuan was basically untouched.

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head silently and lowered her head to eat.

Why didn't Mo Qing panic?
Wasn't the call just now an investigation call from the police?
After dinner, Mo Qing said that he had work to do in the study, and asked Feng Qiqi to chat with Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan asked in surprise, "Aren't you moving?"

Mo Qing asked back, "Why do you want to move?"

"because……"

Mo Qing came over, took her hand and put it in his palm, "Do you think it's because of the phone call you made just now?"

Qiao Zhi Nuan's heart sank.

"Isn't it?"

Mo Qing leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Zhi Nuan, you are so naive, no wonder Mo Si Ting likes you."

After he left, Qiao Zhinuan sat on the sofa silently, clasping the leather sofa with his fingers, the fine sweat from his palms remained on the surface of the sofa, sweating profusely.

Why……

Qiao Zhinuan is now full of question marks.