Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Siting looked at Qiao Zhinuan's originally calm and calm eyes, and there were waves in an instant.

There were little ripples in a pool of water, and the rippling water patterns rippled on his heart.

The phone vibrated.

It was Zhong Ze who called.

Mo Siting swiped the phone screen to connect the call, and put it to his ear, "Aze... yes."

He hung up the phone and met Qiao Zhinuan's expectant eyes.

He took Qiao Zhinuan's hand and stood up, "Come with me."

Qiao Zhinuan's palms were sweaty, his mind was blank at this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking at all, he just followed Mo Siting forward.

Mo Siting dragged her to the study.

He walked to the desk, turned on the computer, and pressed the button for the fax machine.

There was a vibrating sound from the fax machine.

A few seconds later, a piece of white printing paper was passed from inside.

Mo Siting took out the printing paper, glanced at the words on it, then turned around and handed it to Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhi Nuan picked it up with trembling fingers, and saw the words on the printing paper.

Paternity Test Report.

Her heart seemed to be hit hard.

"Little Mo is your biological son."

Mo Siting's voice was dark and unclear, and when he uttered these words, he was unconcealably depressed, "The paternity test was released a few months ago, and I didn't show it to you."

Qiao Zhinuan held the paternity test report in her fingers, gritted her teeth, and suddenly erupted, hitting Mo Siting fiercely.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why!"

Mo Siting put his arms around her waist, allowing her fists to slap hard on his back and chest.

Qiao Zhinuan began to cry as he hit the button, and the paper of the paternity test report in his hand fluttered to the ground.

She felt that all the tears in her life had been shed in this day.

"I was wrong, I should have told you earlier, but I want after the wedding..."

Qiao Zhinuan suddenly stopped what she was doing, and pushed Mo Siting's chest away, "Why?"

There were still tears in her eyes, but she was very strong in her hands, just pressing against Mo Siting, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

Mo Siting didn't answer.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "If you don't tell me, I will know."

She paused, "But, Mo Siting, do you think a wedding can trap me? Or, even if Xiao Mo is my child, can it trap me?"

Qiao Zhinuan shook him off, "You left without saying a word back then, because of what, I don't know now, and I don't want to know, five years have passed, have the old stories been brought up, or have they been brought up to the public? Let me hang out like this for a whole day, no one's face looks good, Mo Siting, I beg you to let me be quiet, okay?"

She turned around and walked out. This time, Mo Siting didn't keep her.

Qiao Zhinuan washed her face in her own room and tidied up before going to Mo Xiaomo's room.

Mo Xiaomo was lying on the bed, still wearing that little suit, but fell asleep.

The long and curly eyelashes don't look like a boy at all, but like a delicate girl with fair and tender skin.

As soon as Qiao Zhinuan came in, Mo Xiaomo woke up as if she had a premonition.

He opened his eyes, saw Qiao Zhinuan, thought he was dreaming, and rubbed his eyes.

Qiao Zhinuan squatted down, "Have you taken a shower? Change into your pajamas and go back to sleep."

Mo Xiaomo's sleepiness has already woken up more than half.

He jumped off the bed, [I take a shower myself! 】

Qiao Zhinuan watched the limp child run to the bathroom, and made a face at her outside before closing the door.

She opened the wardrobe, took out a set of clean pajamas, and brought them in for Mo Xiaomo.

"Xiao Mo, the clothes are here."

Mo Xiaomo has been used to being independent since she was a child. She bathes, dresses and blows her hair by herself.

By the time he walked out of the bathroom, he was already a white and clean little boy.

Qiao Zhinuan took a box of face cream and put a few points on his little face, "Wipe your face."

Mo Xiaomo then used his own pair of small hands to smear, pat and pat on his face, it smells so good!Mo Xiaomo frowned, she smelled like a little girl.

He pouted and complained to Qiao Zhinuan: [It smells too sweet, I don't want to rub it off, I'm a boy, I don't want to smell so sweet. 】

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "But Auntie likes you Xiangxiang."

Mo Xiaomo was a little confused.

Although he also wants to be masculine, since Xiao Qiao likes him Xiangxiang, then he will be reluctant to do so!
Qiao Zhinuan kissed Mo Xiaomo on the cheek, hugged Mo Xiaomo on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

She raised her hand and turned off the wall lamp, "Go to sleep."

Mo Xiaomo held Qiao Zhinuan's hand, and the light on the phone screen cast a shadow in her eyes, [Qiao Qiao, can you sing me a song? 】

Sing?

Qiao Zhinuan was slightly taken aback.

She hasn't sung for a long time.

Originally, she thought that Mo Xiaomo would let her tell him stories. She had already prepared several children's fairy tales, but now she suddenly wanted to sing.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at Mo Xiaomo's very bright eyes in the dark, shining with anticipation, and she nodded, "Okay."

Without lyrics, she can't sing songs that are too difficult.

Qiao Zhinuan sang a lullaby.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mother's hands gently rock you, the cradle rocks you, go to sleep quickly, the night is quiet, and you are warm..."

In the dead of night, so quiet.

Only the woman's voice is gentle like a violin singing alone in the middle of the night, accompanied by the light passing through the night window, soaking people's eardrums.

Mo Siting stood outside the door, halfway through the half-open door, his heart moved.

The woman's voice was soft, with a touch of sobs that perhaps she didn't even notice.

"...everything in the world, happiness, wishes, and warmth, all belong to you, go to sleep, go to sleep. My dear baby, mom loves you, mom likes you..."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't know why, when she sang about her mother, tears involuntarily flowed down from the corners of her eyes and rolled down to her lips.

However, the tears this time were not salty, but sweet.

Through the night light projected from the window, she looked at Mo Xiaomo's cute little face who was already asleep. Her fingers tremblingly wanted to touch his face, but in the end she still didn't dare to put it down. , she was afraid that her actions would wake him up.

This is her son.

The son she always thought was no longer alive.

Now, she is lying here, listening to her talk and singing. This is a gift from God to make up for her misery of losing her child.

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After a day of fermentation, President Mo's wedding sparked more and more heated discussions on the Internet.

Mo Chongfeng called Mo Siting.

"Si Ting, you are a man and a public figure. You should never let things like this happen."

"I know, father."

Mo Siting stood on the balcony, looking at the woman in the living room.

The woman was playing with Mo Xiaomo, with a smile that had never been seen on her face.

Mo Siting closed his eyes.

Perhaps, he was really wrong.

He should have told Qiao Zhinuan the truth earlier.

In this way, she will not think wildly, will not be indifferent, and will not be so alienated from him now.

Mo Siting remembered what Qiao Zhinuan said last night.

The wedding can't trap her, and the child can't trap her, so what about him?

Can he keep her?