Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

It's just that the golden turtle didn't catch it, fell into someone else's trap, owed a huge debt, and finally cheated himself.

But this, Luo Min doesn't know.

She just missed Qiao Yushu.

"She hasn't come here for such a long time now, is something wrong? Get her back for me quickly!"

Luo Min was very anxious, pinching Qiao Zhinuan's hand.

Qiao Zhinuan's flesh hurts.

However, it was not as distressing as her heart.

The anxiety and anxiety on Luo Min's face were not fake, but they were not facing her.

She pulled her hand out of Luo Min's hand, the back of her hand was pinched red by Luo Min, and the nail marks were very obvious.

She walked around Luo Min, pulled a chair beside the bed and sat down, "Let me help you find Qiao Yushu, but I want you to give me something."

Luo Min hurriedly said, "Okay, what? I'll give it to you as long as I have it, as long as you can help me find Yushu!"

Qiao Zhinuan looked into Luo Min's eyes and asked, "I want a lock of your hair."

Luo Min was startled suddenly.

There was an unbelievable look in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that Qiao Zhinuan would make such a request, and she even stuttered, "You, what do you want my hair for..."

The corners of Qiao Zhinuan's lips raised slightly, "Mom, what are you thinking about now?"

Luo Min shook his head and pushed back, "I didn't, I didn't think about anything, why do you want my hair, are you... you want to go to a wizard to practice magic? You want to use my hair to play tricks Curse me!"

Qiao Zhinuan was a little annoyed.

Luo Min's piercing voice made her head buzz, and she said impatiently, "Will you give it?"

Roman collapsed.

She suddenly squatted on the ground, holding her head, "You can't do this to me Zhinuan, what do you want my hair for? Do you still want my nails? Do you want to curse me to death! I am It's not good for you, but I'm your own mother..."

"Mom?"

Qiao Zhinuan opened his eyes, and the tears filled his eyes flowed down from the corners of his eyes without warning.

"Is there a mother like you?"

Luo Min suddenly raised his head, "You...do you know something?"

Qiao Zhinuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, "What do you think I should know?"

Luo Min shook his head, "No, you shouldn't know anything, you must never know, or you will die!"

When Wang Ziqi went out just now, she left a gap.

She didn't intend to eavesdrop on the conversation between Qiao Zhinuan and Luo Min, but she couldn't bear it anymore, so she turned to find the nurse.

"Could you please give Luo Min a shot of tranquility and let her sleep quietly for a while."

Nurse: "Is she sick again?"

"There are some signs of illness," Wang Ziqi took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it to her, "I'm sorry to trouble you, just one injection."

Wang Ziqi paid attention to the gesture of handing over the red envelope. She handed it from under the palm of her hand when she went to hold the nurse's hand. Even if there was a surveillance video above her head, she couldn't capture it at all.

The nurse accepted the red envelope and reluctantly said, "That's fine."

In the ward, Luo Min was still begging Qiao Zhinuan, but she didn't let go. She repeated unnutritious slobber, and Qiao Zhinuan couldn't get a single word out of her mouth.

Just then, a nurse rushed in.

Wang Ziqi pressed Luo Min's arm.

The nurse had already pushed the sedative injected into Luo Min's blood vessel from the disposable syringe.

Luo Min hadn't reacted yet, and when she did, the nurse had already pulled out the syringe, and she began to struggle violently.

"I'm not sick, what are you doing? What did you inject me with? You want to kill me too, don't you?"

Wang Ziqi pulled Qiao Zhinuan back two steps, "It's simply persecution paranoia, people don't do their business all day long, trying to find ways to harm you, do you think you are the queen or the president?"

She slammed the door shut.

Luo Min inside was still yelling, and through the door, he could vaguely hear the words Qiao Yushu inside.

Qiao Zhinuan finally closed his eyes.

Qiao Yushu, Qiao Yushu...

Luo Min has always only had Qiao Yushu in his eyes.

She would rather she was not Luo Min's biological daughter, so that she would feel better in her heart.

After about a few minutes, it finally became quiet inside.

Wang Ziqi glanced at Qiao Zhinuan, "You wait."

She turned the doorknob and went in.

Luo Min lay at the foot of the bed, already motionless.

Wang Ziqi walked over, pulled out a few strands of Luo Min's hair, and took a clean disposable paper cup by the way. When feeding her water, there was a trace of saliva on the mouth of the cup, so she taped it up and took it out.

"This is a saliva sample, this is hair, let's go."

Wang Ziqi gave Qiao Zhinuan a sealed bag.

Qiao Zhinuan looked down at the things in Wang Ziqi's hands, blinked her eyes, Wang Ziqi is very familiar...

Wang Ziqi saw what she meant from Qiao Zhinuan's eyes, and shrugged, "When my mother died, my father wanted to test the DNA, but I didn't cooperate, that's what he did."

Qiao Zhinuan looked at her, "Then..."

"Heh," Wang Ziqi sneered coldly, "It turned out to be a disappointment to him. I have a 90.00% blood relationship with him."

After coming out of the mental hospital this time, Qiao Zhinuan sent the things directly to the Central Hospital.

Three days later, the results of the DNA paternity test will be available.

Seeing Qiao Zhinuan's dazed look, Wang Ziqi suggested, "Go to Zhong Ze, if Zhong Ze can talk, I will expedite it for you."

Qiao Zhinuan said, "No, I'm not in a hurry."

Wang Ziqi pinched Qiao Zhinuan's cheek, "Duplicity."

She sighed, "What do you want the result to be?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked up at the light shining on the ceiling, the circle of light was printed on the retina of the pupil, and then slowly spread out circle by circle.

"do not know."

Wang Ziqi leaned against the wall, "You are still different from me. When Wang Jianjie went for the DNA paternity test, I really hoped that he was not my father."

If not, she can completely get rid of the surname Wang.

"But it's good now, he should also taste the pain of being stabbed in the back by his own daughter."

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head, "How are you going to deal with your father?"

Wang Ziqi closed her eyes, "I want to be engaged to Huo Jing."

"You're crazy!?"

Qiao Zhinuan never expected that Wang Ziqi would actually do a fake show for real!
"What about Lu Kun?" Qiao Zhinuan said, "Did you listen to the recording I sent you last time? It was Lu Kun uttering the truth after drinking, it was..."

"It's useless," Wang Ziqi said, "What I want, even if he tries his best, he can't give it to me."

Qiao Zhinuan opened his mouth, and wanted to persuade him a few times, but he didn't know what to say.

In the end, it turned into a long sigh.

"This is your choice, Ziqi, I just hope you won't regret it in the future."

Some people say that people are born with shackles, and that they are alive to redeem their sins.

Qiao Zhinuan always thought this was a fallacy.

Why do some people live aloofly and unrestrainedly, while some people linger on their last legs in a low voice.

This is a paradox, a paradox that can never be established.

What a person's life looks like must be earned by himself.

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The next day, Mrs. Moya publicly released a video press conference.

At the meeting, she bowed deeply and admitted that her negligence towards the family staff led to such a tragedy.

Zhao's mother also stood up and explained her fault.

"Mrs. Moya is a very kind and kind hostess. In the final analysis, Jingjing's current tragedy is also due to my fault. I... Back then, Mrs. Moya wanted my daughter to go to an ordinary middle school. But I heard about the excellence of noble schools, I want myself...to be superior in the eyes of others, I...I was wrong, I am sorry for my daughter..."

Zhao Ma couldn't make a sound.

Qiao Zhinuan watched the press conference.

In the follow-up reporter's questions, there were many sharp words that made people turn pale after hearing them.

Although Mrs. Moya looked pale and looked weak, and she spoke and answered without any skill, she moved everyone present with her tenderness and apologetic sincerity.

Mrs. Mo Ya went to the hospital to visit the children who were hurt by Zhao Jing, and encouraged the public to pay attention to the physical and mental health of young people in society and school bullying.

As soon as Mrs. Mo Ya's Weibo was posted, it was immediately reposted by Lin Zhiyuan, a member of Congress and now the next presidential candidate: [Support Madam. 】

School bullying and school violence instantly set off a big wave on the Internet.

Lu Li had a foresight, and had already published a review article on her Weibo before that. Many newspapers and TV stations offered her an olive branch and hired her with a high salary.

Among them, including firing her editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief was scolded by the newspaper president and told her to hire Lu Li back and apologize.

Lu Li accepted the editor-in-chief's apology, but declined the high-paying offer.

She is a little tired.

Under the newspaper office, many things cannot be done and many things cannot be said.

If journalists can't speak out for the masses, can't act as the mouthpiece of the masses, then what's the point of being a journalist?
Lu Li wanted to come out and do it alone.

Her boyfriend, Kerry, expressed his support and raised funds to open her own studio.

At the dinner party that night, several young people who had been working hard for this matter held hands together and said loudly: "Come on tomorrow!"

Shen Jinhe suddenly said to Qiao Zhinuan: "Zhinuan, I want you to be my assistant in tomorrow's trial."

Qiao Zhinuan was slightly startled, "Me? I'm not a professional..."

"This position doesn't need to be professional, it just needs to have real feelings."

Shen Bohe said: "That's right, sister Qiao, just help my brother, no one is more suitable for this position than you."

Qiao Zhinuan was silent for a long time, then nodded heavily: "Okay."

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After dinner, Qiao Zhinuan went to the hospital to see Mo Siting again.

Mo Siting hasn't woken up yet.

She knelt on the ground, tilted her head against the back of his hand, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, and slowly stroked his deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and thin lips with her fingers.