Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan endured the crying that overflowed from his throat, and was about to hang up the phone after saying this.

The phone moved away from her ear, and she heard Mo Siting's loud and eager roar from the receiver, "Qiao Qiao! Where are you? I'll pick it up now..."

She hung up the phone, put the phone on silent, and put it in her pocket.

Qiao Zhinuan lowered his eyelids, and the kid in the distance kicked the ball over again, this time directly hitting Qiao Zhinuan's knee.

She hugged the ball, bent down and cried.

The kid who ran over to pick up the ball was taken aback. He stood in front of Qiao Zhinuan, looking at her a little helplessly.

Qiao Zhinuan raised his head and handed the ball to the little boy.

The little boy said thank you, hugged the ball, didn't move, but looked at Qiao Zhinuan who was crying with tears all over his face, "Miss sister, did I hurt you?"

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head, "No."

"Then why are you crying?" The little boy was puzzled, and raised his hand to rub her knees, "Don't cry, little sister, the makeup on your face is already spent."

It is most important to have someone to comfort you when you are sad.

I would rather cry myself.

Even if it was a child who comforted himself.

Qiao Zhinuan cried more and more, the little boy didn't leave, put the ball aside, squatted on the ground with Qiao Zhinuan, and looked at her with his chin resting.

Qiao Zhinuan had cried enough, wiped her face, and looked up to see that the little boy was still here.

"Miss, are you not crying?"

"Why don't you go?"

The little boy smiled, "My mother said that everything should be done from the beginning to the end."

Beginning and end?

That is to say, does it sometimes swell when watching her cry?
Qiao Zhinuan was amused by this word.

A young mother's cry came from a distance, and the little boy stood up and agreed, and picked up the ball, "Miss sister, I'm going home, you should go home too!"

Qiao Zhinuan was taken aback.

Come back home?

Does she still have a home?
It was at this time that Qiao Zhinuan suddenly felt that without Mo Siting, he would not be able to go anywhere.

There really is nowhere to go.

Qiao Zhinuan took a deep breath, clutching the wallet in the pocket of her down jacket, she went to a nearby express hotel.

Since it is a fast hotel chain, the environment in the hotel is not bad, with a big bed, only a layer of tulle curtains on the curtains of the bay window, and the blackout dark curtains are drawn.

She locked the door lock, then took off her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The hot water slid down from the top of his head, and Qiao Zhinuan felt his whole body warm up.

She showered, wiped herself, and stood in front of the sink in her underwear to dry her hair.

The heating and air conditioning was turned on in the room, and it was not cold at all.

Qiao Zhinuan dried her hair and sat by the side of the bed alone.

She stared silently at the woman in the mirror in front of her.

She has a slender frame, her body is as white as jade, and her hair is scattered on her shoulders. It has just been blown dry, giving it a slightly disheveled feeling.

Qiao Zhinuan just sat there in a daze.

After a while, I picked up my phone and looked at it.

I have several missed calls on my phone.

Besides Mo Siting, there are also Shen Hanjing and Wang Ziqi.

She turned on the news.

It was past twelve o'clock.

In other words, the wedding is over.

Undoubtedly, the most talked about on the Internet right now is this grand wedding that has been prepared for a month.

【Let me just say, the Mo family will definitely cancel the wedding. 】

[Those upstairs don't know, don't tell me, I was at the scene, Young Master Mo came, but the bride didn't come. 】

[I'm going, with such an identity, you're still running away from marriage? 】

【You don't know, Young Master Mo's face looks ashen. 】

[That's for sure, the pigeons were released at the wedding. 】

There are still thousands of comments below. Qiao Zhinuan originally thought that when she saw these, she would have mood swings, but no.

She turned to a video.

The video starts playing.

Above is Mo Siting.

Mo Siting looked haggard.

Even with makeup on, you can still see it.

He was already cold all over, with a kind of aura that no one should enter, especially now.

The black suit he was wearing was made by the same designer as Qiao Zhinuan's wedding dress. The bridal hair accessories she made today, as well as some small designs on the tube top, were all married couples.

Qiao Zhinuan watched as Mo Siting quickly walked down the steps of the hotel, bent down and got into a car.

Those reporters flocked to raise the microphones in their hands, but he ignored them.

The car just drove away, leaving only the reporter standing where he was.

Just then, the phone rang.

Qiao Zhinuan picked up the phone, and the phone screen displayed Wang Ziqi's phone number.

She connected.

Wang Ziqi said it like a cannonball, "Zhi Nuan, where are you now?"

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

When Wang Ziqi heard Qiao Zhinuan's voice sounded okay, she couldn't help but feel slightly relieved, "Those things on the Internet..."

Qiao Zhinuan knew that Wang Ziqi would ask this question.

"If you don't want to say it, I..."

"It's nothing," Qiao Zhinuan said, "It's said on the Internet, it's half true, but I did like a man in high school, and I was willing to drop out of school to have a child, but the child didn't survive, but There is a part missing in my memory, I didn't know that this man was Mo Siting..."

Wang Ziqi sighed in her heart, but she didn't know what to say to comfort Qiao Zhinuan.

"Zhi Nuan, come to my place, I will accompany you."

"I just want to be quiet now, I will go back, Ziqi."

Wang Ziqi asked her a few more words, told her not to turn off her mobile phone, and to call in time if there was anything, before hanging up.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Zhinuan sat by the bed. Not long after, she heard the door knocking from outside.

Qiao Zhinuan stood up, "Who?"

No one answered outside.

Qiao Zhinuan pulled up her down jacket to cover her body, and walked towards the door, "Who?"

A man's deep and mellow voice came from outside, "Qiao Qiao, open the door."

Qiao Zhinuan leaned against the door panel.

She knew he would come.

He is Mo Si Ting, the dignified president of the Mo family, with his hands and eyes open to the sky, it's so easy to find someone, how can he not find him?

She said, "If I don't open the door, are you going to break in now?"

Mo Siting, who was standing outside the door, lowered his brows and eyes.

Behind him, the lobby manager of the hotel was still looking at this man who would definitely make the ground in Ancheng tremble a little more with one more stomp.

At this time, standing at the door like this, facing the door, even speaking in a low voice.

Thinking of the words uploaded on the Internet, he took the initiative to say cautiously, "President Mo, I have a room card here."

Mo Siting took the room card.