Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Sure enough, Fu Liangshen was not suspicious.

Qu Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief, she walked out of the room, and said to the servants working in the hall: "In the past two days, anyone who calls to find the young master will be handed over to me first."

The servant nodded submissively: "Yes."

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Qiao Zhinuan waited in the villa all morning, and was finally relieved that there was no bad news from Mo Xiaomo.

It seems that Xiao Baozi has returned to the Mo family safely.

Qiao Zhinuan sat in the corner with her knees folded, and began to think about how to escape in the afternoon.

First of all, the two bodyguards standing at the door.

Then there was Feng Qiqi.

Feng Qiqi was very simple, it was the two bodyguards who dutifully stood at the door and acted as door gods during the day.

The bodyguards leave at night, around seven o'clock, and come back at around eight o'clock the next morning.

Qiao Zhinuan figured out the routine of the two, and suddenly had a bold idea.

Anyway, she is blind now and can't see, so whether it is day or night, it doesn't make any difference to her.

She can use the night, when the night is quiet, to escape quietly.

It would be even better if there is a day when Mo Qing doesn't come back at night.

Qiao Zhinuan was thinking about it when she suddenly heard loud voices coming from downstairs.

She touched the wall and stood up, listening to judge the direction.

It came from outside the window.

Qiao Zhinuan groped her way to the door, opened it, and came to the terrace, where she heard Feng Qiqi's voice.

"You are in the wrong place, our surname is not Wang here."

"I know, I'm not looking for Miss Wang, but Miss Qiao, that's the one."

Qiao Zhinuan clenched the railing tightly with her fingers.

this voice...

It sounds familiar.

But he couldn't tell.

Feng Qiqi was also in a dilemma.

The little brother in front of him also looks handsome, and when he speaks, his eyes look like he could smile, and it makes people hard to refuse.

"I'll just trouble you, Miss, Zhinuan is my sister. I've been looking for him for a long time, and I really came here because of something very important."

When Qiao Zhinuan heard this, her heart moved.

younger sister……

She thought of her brother for no reason.

Since my brother passed away, no one has ever called me my younger sister. At this moment, I suddenly felt like a dream, as if I had returned to the time when my brother was still there.

Feng Qiqi was also persuaded.

Although Mr. Mo had repeatedly asked Miss Qiao not to go out, he did not say that outsiders should not come in to visit Miss Qiao.

Miss Qiao is recuperating at home, not under house arrest.

"Okay, then wait a moment, I'll go up and ask Miss Qiao first."

Just as Feng Qiqi took a few steps towards the back, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around again, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Lin Yinran."

"The name is really nice!"

Feng Qiqi hurried upstairs.

"Miss Qiao," she patted on the door panel at the door, "Miss Qiao, there is a Mr. Lin Yinran looking for you outside the door."

The water glass in Qiao Zhinuan's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Her mind trembled violently. In order to hide her panic, she knelt down and touched the ground, trying to pick up the water glass that fell on the ground.

Feng Qiqi hurried over, "I'll do it."

Fortunately, the ground was covered with a thick carpet, and the water cup fell on the ground, intact, but the water inside spilled out.

"I'll go out and bask in the sun in the garden." Qiao Zhinuan said.

Feng Qiqi nodded, "I'll help you out."

She was also thinking that it would not be good to ask a strange man to come into Miss Qiao's bedroom, just as Miss Qiao wanted to bask in the sun.

The two bodyguards also followed round, and they came to the door.

"Feng Qiqi, help me to the swing."

Feng Qiqi helped Qiao Zhinuan to the swing and sat down peacefully, and invited this Mr. Lin to sit beside the stone table, "I'll pour you some water."

Qiao Zhinuan put both hands on the rattan-woven and polished swing frame, her ears moved slightly, and she heard Feng Qiqi's footsteps going away, before she "looked" at the person who was coming, her eyes were temporarily blurred.

"Mr. Mo, how did you find this place?"

She couldn't believe it at all, the first one to find here was not someone else, but Moshu.

Mo Shu laughed, and sat on the stone bench facing the swing, "How do you know it's mine?"

"The only person who knows Lin Yinran... Mr. Mo should be the only one."

When Qiao Zhinuan mentioned his brother's name, his heart ached.

If it hadn't been for his elder brother who had died in such a fire, the current elder brother would definitely be able to stand in the sun like Mo Shu, and he would definitely live a more exciting life than anyone else.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Mo Shu was downstairs just now, and he turned up the volume to attract Qiao Zhinuan to come out of the room.

Her gaze was glazed.

Even if he could follow the voice of him talking to the maid, it was just an instinctive reaction.

She cannot see.

"I can't see it."

Qiao Zhinuan's words were very natural, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all, very calm and breezy.

Mo Shu immediately thought of it—"Is it temporary?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, "I think it should be, but I don't know exactly what happened... By the way, why did you find me here?"

Mo Shu smiled, "My house is next door."

Qiao Zhinuan was taken aback, "Aren't you in Mo Yuanhang..."

"That's not my home, I bought a house here last year," Mo Shu said, "This is Biyou Villa."

Qiao Zhinuan was taken aback.

She finally knew where she was.

Villa Piu.

Qiao Zhinuan was still in Tianhe Design Company last year, and before being acquired by the Mo Group, she once took over the design of Qi Fengxing's villa, which is here, through Zhuang Xinyue's difficulties.

However, the villa had not been renamed at that time.

It is said that the name of Biyou was invited by a famous Fengshui master, and the name was finally changed after seven to seven 49 days.

It turned out to be here.

A plane map immediately appeared in Qiao Zhinuan's mind. She clearly remembered the distribution of roads here. Now that she wanted to escape, she felt more confident.

Mo Shu looked sideways at Qiao Zhinuan, "Do you want to escape from here?"

Qiao Zhinuan was startled.

The palm of the hand that was still holding the swing frame was immediately covered with a thin layer of fine sweat.

"I……"

Is it clearly written on her face?

He could even tell the Mo Shu he had just seen, so there was no need to mention Mo Qing who had to meet every day.

"It's not your reason, it's my guess," Mo Shu said very understandingly, "You can't go out here, and you have to be guarded by bodyguards when you go out. Obviously, you have lost your freedom, and you are not That kind of homey girl."

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips, "I am, but..."

and many more.

Suddenly she thought of something.

"Do you know Mo Qing?"

Mo Shu gasped in confusion, "Who?"

"Mo Qing is also a member of the Mo family."

Mo Shu shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

"never heard of that?"

"Well, it may be that I only returned to Mo Peng's house last year, and I haven't had much contact with the Mo family."

Qiao Zhinuan fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Mo, you drink tea."

Feng Qiqi brought a teacup to Mo Shu.

Mo Shu got up suddenly, walked to the other side, bent down in a large group of flowers, picked a gardenia, walked back, and handed it to Qiao Zhinuan.

"Smell and see what kind of flower it is."

Qiao Zhinuan sniffed lightly, and suddenly said pleasantly, "Gardenia."

Gardenia is her favorite.

When she was a child, she remembered that her brother would plant large tracts of colorful gardenias in the garden at home. The flowers bloomed everywhere, with layers of white and pleasant fragrance.

Mo Shu came over, gently pressed her shoulder, and pinned another gardenia flower to the tip of her hair. While bowing his head, he whispered in her ear, "I'll help you escape."

Qiao Zhinuan suddenly raised his head.

Although she couldn't see it, she could feel Mo Shu's breath coming from the pavement at this moment.

Just then, two bodyguards came over.

"Miss Qiao, you should go back."

Obviously, they called Mo Qing just now.

And the result is predictable.

Qiao Zhinuan stood up with the help of the swing, and passed by Mo Shu. The man stuffed a paper bag in her hand.

"This is a sufficient dose of sleeping pills. You gave him a drink. I will meet you at the door tonight."

Mo Shu spoke very softly, and after he finished speaking, he took two steps back to get out of a safe distance.

Qiao Zhinuan pinched the paper bag in his palm and called out to Feng Qiqi, "You see off the guests, I'll wait for you here."

"Yes."

Qiao Zhinuan held the swing frame with one hand, and the paper bag with the left.

Logically speaking, she and Mo Shu have known each other since last year, and they only met each other a few times, and they only chatted a few words occasionally when they had something to do.

Moreover, Mo Shu cannot be distinguished as a member of the Mo family, even the son born to Mo Peng's ex-wife.

However, Qiao Zhinuan didn't know where this feeling came from.

She trusts him.

As the evening approached, Qiao Zhinuan specially mentioned a few dishes and asked Feng Qiqi to cook them.

Until almost eight o'clock, Mo Qing came back.

Feng Qiqi rushed up to greet her, and said like Xian Bao: "Sir, you are finally back. Miss Qiao is waiting for you to eat tonight, and the food has already been reheated twice."

Mo Qing looked at Qiao Zhinuan at the table.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't "look" at him, "If you don't come over, I'll move my chopsticks first."

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"What day is it today?" Mo Qing looked at the various dishes on the table, which could be regarded as very rich.

Qiao Zhinuan took a bite of lentils and said casually, "The days when I have a convulsion."

Mo Qing laughed.

Feng Qiqi opened a bottle of red wine, took a tall wine glass, poured half a glass for the two of them respectively, then retreated, leaving space for the two of them to have their only son.

Qiao Zhinuan poured half a glass, and she raised her glass, "I don't drink enough, only half a glass. If you don't mind, I'll toast you."

Mo Qing tilted his head, rubbed his fingertips lightly on the wine glass, and sniffed at the tip of his nose.

"The Bordeaux wine from Château Haut-Brion, 1982, is a good wine, but..." The crimson wine swayed slowly in the glass, making circles of ripples, sparkling under the light.

Qiao Zhinuan's heart beat faster, and the palm of the hand holding the goblet was already faintly sweating.

Mo Qing said: "This wine is not pure."