Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Siting stood at the door.

He seemed to see a beautiful woman wearing a snow-white wedding dress standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The snow-white wedding dress was winding on the ground, and the bride's makeup and hair were exquisite and dazzling. She just smiled and waited for him to approach.

But with a flash, everything in front of Mo Siting's eyes seemed to have disappeared, and nothing could be found.

The room was empty, except for the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the dressing table, and the hanging wedding dress...

The noise behind him poured into the eardrums like a tidal wave.

"Where is the bride?"

"Did you go to the bathroom? Go find it!"

"Why is the wedding dress hanging here? Isn't it already worn?"

Jiang Siyan stood behind Mo Siting the whole time without saying a word.

In fact, she only now understood what Qiao Zhinuan's expression meant just now.

Perhaps, Qiao Zhinuan wanted to marry from the beginning.

She glanced at Mo Siting with some concern, "President..."

Mo Siting didn't speak.

The people in the back were still moving about.

"Let's all go out."

Mo Siting suddenly spoke.

Jiang Siyan immediately arranged for the people behind to go out first, while Mo Siting locked himself in the dressing room.

The window was open, and it was obvious that Qiao Zhinuan jumped out of it.

she left.

Does this mean that she has already remembered?
Mo Siting closed his eyes deeply.

He turned and walked to the door again, and opened it.

Jiang Siyan knew that Mo Siting still had orders, so she stood at the door and said, "Boss."

"Go find someone," Mo Siting said, "Be quiet and block the news."

"Yes."

The news was blocked by Jiang Siyan just now, and the few people who followed Mo Siting to this door just now have been arranged by Jiang Siyan to entertain them in a room on the other side.

It's just that there are less than two hours before the wedding. Can Miss Qiao be found within these two hours?
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Qiao Zhinuan came out from the back door of the embassy.

Her hair was still in a beautiful bridal braid with pretty flower petals twirled at the ends.

She was wearing a long black down jacket, a hat with a large fur collar covered her head, and a pair of flat pumps on her feet, exposing her feet and a clean calf.

When she went out, no one stopped her.

She came out of the embassy and wandered aimlessly on the road.

The weather was very cold, even with Qiao Zhinuan's outfit, no one paid attention to her.

She got off the subway.

I bought a ticket and waited for the subway next to the platform.

Someone nearby was discussing: "Isn't today's prosperous wedding yellow?"

"You mean Young Master Mo and that Miss Qiao who got pregnant out of wedlock?"

"That's right, the Mohist family has such a high threshold, wouldn't they accept such a dirty woman with a dark history?"

"Maybe, you didn't see First Young Master Mo stand up and take the blame for her."

Qiao Zhinuan looked at his own shadow reflected on the glass door, and couldn't help thinking of the statement he saw Mo Siting just now.

At first glance, when she saw it, her heart throbbed.

For her sake, he actually admitted that...

But in that short second, Qiao Zhinuan suddenly seemed to have a sudden flash of light in her mind, and at that very second, she froze for a moment.

The face of that man once appeared in her mind.

In her mind, the man's face that she couldn't see even in her dreams turned out to be Mo Siting.

The subway was bustling with people, Qiao Zhinuan already had no seats as soon as he entered.

She was near the door, leaning against the railing, watching the reflection of the subway speeding past on the glass door.

She bought the whole ticket directly.

When they reached the terminal station, the music sounded in the subway, and everyone rushed down, Qiao Zhinuan followed behind the crowd.

She walked out of the subway station aimlessly. The road here was wide and looked a bit desolate.

The roadsides on both sides are covered with golden dead leaves, and a thin layer is sprinkled on the withered grass next to it.

Qiao Zhinuan's shoes creaked when she stepped on them.

The weather is fine today, the sun is shining on people, and it feels a little warm.

Not far ahead, there is a park.

Qiao Zhinuan turned a corner and walked in.

There are a few children walking back and forth on the large grass, chasing and running.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at those children who were about the same age as Mo Xiaomo, and his eyes suddenly fluctuated.

She put her hands on her stomach.

Qiao Zhinuan closed her eyes and sat down on a bench.

A small leather ball kicked by a child kicked over and just rolled down to Qiao Zhinuan's feet.

The half-grown child was a little wobbly when running, as if he was about to fall, and ran towards the ball at Qiao Zhinuan's feet.

There was a very young mother behind, shouting to slow down, and also ran over.

Qiao Zhinuan bent down and picked up the ball.

The child walked up to Qiao Zhinuan, and Qiao Zhinuan handed him the small ball with both hands.

The child smiled, "Thank you!"

Seeing the child's smile, Qiao Zhinuan felt his whole body warm up.

Qiao Zhinuan silently closed her eyes, lowered her head, her hand was in her pocket, and in the pocket was a piece of paper.

When she left the dressing room, she brought over the piece of paper that Glikin had left on the dressing table.

She took out the paper.

On the white piece of paper, there is only a string of mobile phone numbers.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the string of numbers quietly, took out her mobile phone, and pressed numbers one by one.

Her hand stopped above the dial button, but never fell.

Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

Mo Siting's name danced on the screen, reflecting the light above his head, making his eyes dizzy, and Qiao Zhinuan actually had the urge to cry.

The ringing of the phone tapped her eardrums.

A child passed by and reminded: "Sister, your phone is ringing."

Qiao Zhinuan raised her hand to wipe her cheeks, and connected the phone.

The phone was connected, and the people on both sides of the phone didn't say a word for a while.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Qiao Zhinuan heard Mo Siting's hoarse voice coming from the receiver: "Qiao Qiao."

Qiao Zhinuan laughed.

She raised her head, looking at the golden sunlight above her head through the mist of tears in her eyes.

"Is that you?"

This question has no beginning or end, but Mo Siting clearly understands what these three words mean.

Mo Siting's throat was blocked.

Exit again, the voice is hoarse.

"it's me."

Qiao Zhinuan closed her eyes.

Tears flowed down the corners of the eyes and flowed to the corners of the mouth, and the salty taste stimulated the taste buds.

Mo Si Ting wanted to explain a lot, but he couldn't utter a single word when the words came to his lips.

Silence spread between the receivers.

"forget it."