Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan sang with the big boss surnamed Chen, and his throat was a little dry. When he was about to serve a water glass, a hand had already handed over a goblet.

Boss Chen smiled, "This fruit wine has a good taste and low alcohol content."

"Thank you."

Qiao Zhinuan knew that she was here to accompany her for drinks, and the boss took good care of her by giving her a glass of low-strength fruit wine.

She followed Boss Chen back to the sofa and sat down. She lowered her head and took a sip by the glass. She looked up and saw a familiar figure leaning against the wine cabinet.

The man was half hidden in the darkness, with a white shirt and black trousers, holding a goblet in his hand, talking to the man beside him.

The wine glass in Qiao Zhinuan's hand shook violently, and the liquid inside spilled out.

She hastily pulled out a tissue to wipe the liquid off her hands, panicking in her heart.

How could I meet Mo Siting here!
Zhong Ze was talking to another investor, and when he noticed Qiao Zhinuan's embarrassment, he knew that this woman must have noticed Lao Mo's existence.

He smiled and asked, "Boss Chen, the lady beside you..."

"Xiaoyu, Sister Sang sent it in."

Boss Chen is a supplier from the south. This time, he came to discuss the cooperation channel with the president of the Mo family.

"Which jade?"

Mo Siting walked over with the wine glass, sat down on the sofa, and asked a casual question.

Qiao Zhinuan held the wine glass in his hand, his knuckles turned white.

She warned herself in her heart that she had put on makeup today and was still wearing a tight skirt, and the light in the box was dim, so she shouldn't be able to see clearly.

"Jade of beautiful jade."

Mo Siting raised his eyes, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, "Well, it's quite appropriate."

Boss Chen can be regarded as someone who has survived in the shopping mall for decades, how could he not understand the interest in the lady around him in the eyes of President Mo, so he smiled proactively.

"Xiaoyu, go over and sit with President Mo."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't dare to look up at all, sitting on the sofa felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, so she could only stand up bravely and walk towards Mo Siting.

"President Mo, I offer you a glass of wine."

Mo Siting leaned on the sofa and looked at her lightly with his eyelids raised.

The makeup is very light, so light that people can see her beautiful facial features and clear skin at a glance. She is wearing an ultra-short hip skirt, revealing a pair of round shoulders and a beautiful collarbone.

How dare she dress like this?Still in this kind of place.

Zhong Ze looked at Mo Siting's dark eyes from the side, and suddenly got up, and accidentally bumped his elbow into Qiao Zhinuan, knocked over the wine glass, and spilled it all on Qiao Zhinuan's skirt.

"Oh, sorry..."

Zhong Ze hurriedly handed over the tissue, saying sorry repeatedly.

"It's okay." Qiao Zhinuan casually wiped off the large water stains on the dress, "I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me."

She thanked the man for the glass of wine.

The atmosphere in the box was too depressing. If she stayed in it any longer, she might really be suffocated.

Qiao Zhinuan tidied her skirt in the bathroom, the red wine soaked the fabric, from the chest all the way down, a large area, but the fabric was close-fitting, so it was soaked through.

She was leaning against the sink, and when she turned around to take out a tissue, the corner of her eye suddenly fell on a figure standing behind her leaning against the wall.

Holding a cigarette butt, flickering her fingertips, a pair of dark eyes stared at her.

She widened her eyes in surprise, took two steps back, and inadvertently sprained her high heels.

"Hey……"

She gasped in pain, but before she could react, she was trapped in the triangular area of ​​the sink by the wall with the man's arms around her waist.

The man's hands fell on her waist, and his fingertips stroked her tight waist wrapped in a hip-wrapping skirt. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her, smelling her breath.