Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Siting threw the little bun into Jiang Siyan's arms behind him, strode into the room, and closed the door with a bang.

Little Baozi looked at the locked door again, with grief and indignation on his face!

He finally opened the lock!It hurts!

Depressedly, he took out his mobile phone to type, and handed it to Jiang Siyan: "Why do father and son love and kill each other? Why? Why!"

Jiang Siyan stroked her forehead, "Probably because...the love is deep."

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Qiao Zhinuan came out of the bathroom, and immediately saw the man leaning on the bay window.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, and the bluish white smoke rose straight up, blurring his handsome and deep face.

"Is it appropriate?"

The man glanced at Qiao Zhinuan, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

True red is a color that is difficult to master.

Many women who are quite confident in their looks and body don't look too gaudy in it.

Qiao Zhinuan's skin is as translucent as white porcelain, her figure is slender, the V-neck design reveals her collarbone, her fluffy hair falls down her shoulders just after taking a shower, and the two extremes of brilliance and elegance clearly appear on the same person , with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

She was a little bewildered by the man, and looked down at her skirt.

"I'm wearing red for the first time...is it ugly?"

She used to like to wear plain colors, and Mother Mo didn't like fancy women. Last time she wore a diamond hairpin, Mother Mo dragged her down.

The man had already walked over with a cigarette, raised his hand and brushed her hair behind her ears, raised her chin to look at her soft face after just taking a bath.

Qiao Zhinuan suddenly jumped violently with a weightless heartbeat, and she took two steps back to avoid the man's sight.

Mo Siting took a step closer.

Qiao Zhinuan's back was already stuck to the wall.

The man's face was getting closer and closer, and the clear smell of tobacco on his body made Qiao Zhinuan's heart beat even faster, so fast that he couldn't restrain it at all.

She raised her hand to block the man's chest, "Mr. Mo..."

"It's beautiful."

"what?"

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head abruptly, and met the eyes of the man Youhan.

The man's smoked lips leaned against her ear, the faint smoke lingered, and his voice was hoarse and seductive, "I said, you are beautiful."

This seemed to be a confession of love, like a light and thin silk thread, tugging at Qiao Zhinuan's heart.

She and Mo Yuanhang got married within the past few months, partly because of Mr. Mo's introduction, and partly because of Mo Yuanhang's pursuit.

She had never felt such a throbbing feeling.

But feel familiar.

She looked at Mo Si Ting's approaching face in a daze, this feeling seemed familiar.

Mo Siting lowered his eyes and fell on the woman's bright red and soft lips, and then slowly approached.

at this time……

Bang bang bang!
There was a loud banging at the door!
Qiao Zhinuan came back to her senses, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, she pushed Mo Siting away suddenly, her cheeks were flushed, and she gasped and said, "Sorry...Mr. Mo, I'm already married gone."

Mo Siting's eyes suddenly flashed a dark light.

"Oh?"

"Although my husband is still unconscious in the intensive care unit, but..."

"But what?"

Mo Siting's whole body exuded a cold aura, which made Qiao Zhinuan's heart tremble uncontrollably.

"But, I..."

"Do you think I'm trying to seduce you now... such a married woman, huh?"

Mo Siting's anger oozes from the bones in his body. He asked Lu Bei to investigate Qiao Zhinuan early in the morning, so he knows it very well.

Now this heartless woman dares to take the initiative to mention the fact that she is now married!
Can everything that happened three years ago be regarded as not having existed?
What about Mo Xiaomo?
Mo Siting couldn't help raising his hand to hold her chin tightly, Qiao Zhinuan frowned in pain.

"Yes!" Qiao Zhinuan was forced to look up, "You are rich and powerful, and you have a lovely son. I don't want you to do things that violate morality and three views. I didn't make it clear before, it was me wrong."

Qiao Zhinuan bit her lip, finished what she wanted to say in one breath, shook off the man's hand, turned around and went to open the door.

"Miss Qiao, you are too confident in yourself. In my eyes, you are just like an ordinary woman. I treat you differently because you saved my son."

Qiao Zhinuan's fingers tremblingly landed on the doorknob, "... that's good."

After hearing these three words, Mo Siting's face was so dark that water could drip.

Little Baozi knocked on the door unwillingly.

The wire was confiscated, and now he can only resort to violence!

The little bun slammed hard against the door panel with his small body.

The door opened from the inside.

He jumped in right away.

Finally in!
Mo Xiaomo got up from the ground, and saw a red figure passing by, hugging Qiao Zhinuan's leg, looking up at her with a smile.

A pair of red eyes.

Little Baozi turned his head and stared at his father: Did he bully Xiao Qiao!Why are Xiao Qiao's eyes red!

Qiao Zhinuan hugged the little bun and put it aside, "Auntie has something else to do, let's go first."

Her ankle is still not healed, and she walks with a limp.

Little Baozi jumped up, and he immediately got up to chase after him, but was hugged by a big hand.

Mo Siting pressed his son who was constantly beating around in his arms, and watched the woman leave without looking back.

The little bun was out of breath, but his small arms and legs were weak, so even if he used the iron head skills, he couldn't make his father let go, so he could only puff his cheeks angrily, and his eyes were silent. Asked: "Look, you've made Xiao Qiao angry and left!"

The little bun had done venting his anger, and went to look at his father's face.

He also felt a little sorry for his father: Hey, I have a low EQ, and I just can't make girls happy.

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When Qiao Zhinuan got home, it was past twelve o'clock.

There was a deafening dynamic DJ playing in the room, and the neighbors were yelling at the door: "It's in the middle of the night! Can't you tell people to sleep!"

Qiao Yushu yelled not to be outdone, wearing a headset: "I play music in my house, so it's none of your business! You're the aunt of the neighborhood committee!"

The neighbor was so angry that he wanted to call the police, but Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly stopped him.

"Aunt Zhang, my sister is not sensible, I'll go and persuade her, you go back."

The neighbor said: "Little Qiao, if it weren't for your sake, I wouldn't be able to swallow this tone! Also take good care of your sister, you are so old, you don't understand this thing! "

Qiao Yushu was about to rush out to curse people, but was stopped by Qiao Zhinuan, who immediately unplugged the audio cable!

"Stop! You have to be a little civic-minded. They all live in high-rise buildings. The sound insulation of old houses is not good. How do you sleep with your noisy neighbors?"

"Why do you want to help an outsider talk about me! How about I listen to music..."

When Qiao Yushu saw the skirt on Qiao Zhinuan, she changed her words immediately, "Sister, where did you get the skirt from!"

She leaned over to look at the logo, her eyes widened in shock.

"I read this dress in a magazine two days ago. Prada's latest limited edition costs $15!"

Qiao Zhinuan was also taken aback, "How much?"

Qiao Yushu rushed into her room and took out a magazine to show her.

"look!"

On the insert of the magazine, it was a bright red dress of the same style as her own.

It was the price behind that really hurt Qiao Zhinuan's eyes.

It's so expensive, she can't afford it and can't figure it out, so she needs to find a time to send it back to Mo Siting.

Qiao Yushu looked at the red dress on Qiao Zhinuan, with greedy eyes, and an idea gradually formed in her mind.