Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

In the past, after her father and elder brother had an accident, she was sent to Luo Min's place, and she also looked timid and cautious. If you live under the fence, you should have the consciousness to live under the fence. This is what Luo Min taught her.

After dinner, Teacher Su eagerly invited Mo Siting to attend a class in the school.

Mo Siting smiled, "No, I still have something to do, so I'll go back to the city first."

Mr. Su held Mo Siting's hand in both hands, "Mr. Mo, thank you very much. The principal went out of town today. Otherwise, you must have been received by Principal Wang himself. The batch of books you sent over was really solved." Our urgent need is, otherwise the children's textbooks this semester don't know where to go to solve it."

Lin Qiao looked at Mo Siting from a distance.

She naturally heard those words too.

Looking at Mo Si Ting again, he unexpectedly found this man much more pleasing to the eye.

On the way back, Lin Qiao was very silent all the way. He didn't say anything, and he didn't dislike the windy, dilapidated and bumpy van. He came to the town quietly, jumped out of the car, and said to the driver: "Don't leave yet, Wait for me for 5 minutes!"

"Lin Qiao, where are you going?"

Mo Siting followed and watched Lin Qiao run into a nearby stationery store.

Lin Qiao took out all the money she earned during this period from her bag and put it on the glass cabinet.

"I want pencils and notebooks, as much money as I can afford, and," Lin Qiao saw the watercolor pen and ruler on the stationery cabinet, "The watercolor pen and ruler, each of which needs... twenty Bar!"

The clerk summed up the price and said, "Little girl, you don't have enough money."

Lin Qiao gritted his teeth, took out all the pockets of his trousers, and took out the last coin.

The clerk looked at the coin and smiled, "Little girl, do you think you are made of gold?"

Lin Qiao bit her lip, "You take it first, I'll call you the money when I go back."

"Sorry, our small shop is a small business, and we don't accept credit."

Just as Lin Qiao was looking at the stationery book and wondering what to get rid of, a hand came from behind, "Take two more boxes of stationery."

The clerk looked at the man behind Lin Qiao, "You have money."

Mo Siting took out a card, "Can I swipe the card?"

Although it is a small shop, it is also equipped with POS machines.

Mo Siting asked someone to bring out the stationery and books, and swiped the POS machine with his card.

"Take your money."

Mo Siting put Lin Qiao's money back into her pink coin purse, but Lin Qiao pushed him away.

"You buy it with your heart, I buy it with my heart, and I will do my best."

After Lin Qiao finished speaking, she went out and followed them to carry the boxes.

He drove the two of them to the old teacher in a van, held the hands of Lin Qiao and Mo Siting, and thanked you all the time, "I thank you on behalf of the students in the elementary school. Thank you so much!"

Only then did a smile appear on Lin Qiao's face that he had never seen along the way.

Back in Los Angeles, Mo Siting stopped on the side of the road after passing the highway and smoked a cigarette.

The window glass was lowered.

The evening wind blew away the wisps of smoke rising from the cigarette butt between Mo Siting's fingers.

Lin Qiao lowered the co-pilot's window and looked at the viaduct on the other side of the expressway.

As the sun sets, the sunset glow in the sky is eroded by the night sky, and is gradually completely covered.

"Where are you going?"

Lin Qiao said, "East Third Lane."

Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, he was noncommittal, but he stepped on the accelerator anyway.

Dongsan Lane.

Su Zhaohuan didn't go out all day today.

Sang Lie knew that Su Zhaohuan was waiting for Lin Qiao, so he gave Fang Hui his job.

Su Zhaohuan also made a special trip to the school, found two social youths in the school, and asked where Lin Qiao was.

The student went in to inquire, "No, her classmate said that she hasn't come to school for several days."

Su Zhaohuan's eyes darkened.

He went to the barbecue restaurant again, and Sister Ming also said that Lin Qiao didn't come today.

"Why don't you wait here, she's coming to work tonight."

Su Zhaohuan did not stay.

He went back to Dongsanxiang.

He squatted by the side of the road, smoking one cigarette after another.

Zhou Yue came over to smoke with him, "Brother, stop smoking. Didn't Brother Lie say that people who smoke don't live long?"

"Why so long?" Su Zhaohuan raised his eyebrows mockingly, flicked the ash on the cigarette butt, and the ash was flying in the wind, "Waiting to die?"

Zhou Yue thought about it, felt it made sense, and slapped his head again, "That's not right, brother, if you say it like this, isn't life just waiting to die?"

Death is the end of man.

Sang Lie, who came from behind, kicked Zhou Yue directly, "It's all nonsense, don't you have a process? Don't you have a life of these decades? If you dare to say such negative words, be careful with your skin !"

Zhou Yue ran away in a hurry.

"Stop smoking." Sang Lie squatted down, snatched the cigarette butt from Su Zhaohuan's hand, and threw it into the sewer, "If you want to know where she is, just call her and expose the lie she told yesterday. So, do you need to sulk yourself here?"

Su Zhaohuan snorted, "You don't understand."

"Why don't I move? Don't you just think that if you tell the truth, Lin Qiao will leave? Su Zhaohuan," Sang Lie looked at him, "You are so unconfident in yourself? How much did you do for her in the juvenile prison?" You stayed with her for half a year, and you have been with her for nearly a year, if speaking out means leaving, then we will all be wrong about Lin Qiao."

Su Zhaohuan didn't speak.

After a while, I suddenly heard the sound of wheels rolling on the ground on the other side of the road.

The lights of the two headlights projected straight on the wall, then turned a corner and turned onto this road.

Su Zhaohuan and Sang Lie who were squatting on the ground looked over.

Su Zhaohuan clapped his hands and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets, facing the low beam, he narrowed his eyes.

He had already seen a man and a woman sitting in the front row.

It was Lin Qiao who sat in the co-pilot's seat.

And the person in the driver's seat...

Su Zhaohuan remembered the off-road vehicle that sent Lin Qiao back a few nights ago.

Same car.

The same man.

The car stopped steadily.

Lin Qiao jumped out of the car, "Brother."

Mo Siting didn't get out of the car, but glanced at Su Zhaohuan through the windshield, backed up the car neatly, turned around, and the car drove away.

Lin Qiao came over, "I'm back."

Su Zhaohuan didn't respond.

Sang Lie put his hand on Lin Qiao's shoulder, "Go up first, your brother still has something to do."

Before the words fell, suddenly there was only a bang.

Lin Qiao looked back in astonishment, and saw Su Zhaohuan slamming his fist against the wall.

Blood flowed down the wall.

Lin Qiao screamed in fright, and hurried over, grabbing Su Zhaohuan's clenched hand, "Brother, what are you doing? You..."

Su Zhaohuan's voice was cold, "Don't call me brother."

Lin Qiao froze for a moment.