Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan realized what it was, and there was a bang in his head, and his face flushed red.

"Why don't you continue?" A deep and hoarse voice sounded from the top of his head, breathing heavily.

Mo Siting's eyes fell on the woman lying on his lap, her hair was hanging limply by the side of her face, and the tips of her exposed ears were dyed bright red little by little.

"Can you zip..." Qiao Zhinuan asked after thinking about it.

Mo Siting raised his hand, walked around the woman's side face, and covered the zipper with his fingers, but the next second——Qiao Zhinuan gasped, and grabbed the man's hand, "Don't move!"

Her long, curly hair was already tangled into a knot at the zipper, pulling her scalp, and she dared not move because of the pain.

The woman's hand was small and soft, holding his hand brought a strange feeling on the apex of her heart.

Lu Bei observed his words, and at the right time, he handed over a pair of small silver scissors from the front.

Qiao Zhinuan took the scissors and cut towards the hair.

Lu Bei was terrified when he saw it. If the sharp scissors made a slight mistake... he couldn't help shrinking his neck, it hurts!

Qiao Zhinuan's hands trembled a little.

I don't know if I was frightened by the two hotter and hotter gazes above my head.

The small silver scissors were close to the zipper. She held them and saw that they were carefully passing through the hair. The cool scissors touched a slightly hard object, rubbed it, and cut off a small strand of hair.

Before he could take a deep breath, Qiao Zhinuan's body was suddenly lifted up.

The man grabbed her chin violently.

Slightly rough fingers rubbed the soft flesh on her jaw, forcing her to meet a pair of dark and quiet eyes.

"on purpose?"

Qiao Zhinuan's chest heaved and heaved when he was startled by a string of flames jumping across the man's deep eyes, and he avoided looking, "Sir, please respect yourself!"

Mo Siting frowned.

She doesn't know him anymore?Or deliberately pretend not to know?
"Self-respect?" The man gave a low laugh, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, "You are very self-respect, and you fell on my lap as soon as you got in the car."

"I..." Qiao Zhinuan and her earlobe were bleeding red, "I'm sorry!"

"It's also with your mouth. I don't just want your apology."

The man's breath came suddenly and approached, spraying on her delicate skin, his eyes fell on the woman's bloodshot earlobe, and he raised his hand to touch it with great interest.

Qiao Zhinuan's body trembled.

She was wearing a tube top wedding dress with a waist, which outlined the curves of her curvy body, which was even more exposed now that she was wet, with her chest heaving and undulating.

"So sensitive, huh?"

Qiao Zhinuan had already pushed to the car door, clinging to it almost like a tiger climbing a wall, "Sir, you, don't do this."

"How am I?"

Mo Siting became more and more interested. Qiao Zhinuan's timid and cowardly expression was something he had never seen three years ago, but it made him more interested in teasing her. The soft flesh of the lower jaw was rubbed lightly.

Lu Bei held the steering wheel with both hands, and stared at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, feeling a battle between heaven and man.

Is it necessary to raise the middle baffle?Give the big boss some privacy...

Lift?Still not up?

at this time--

"Let go of me!"

Qiao Zhinuan raised her hand and was about to slap the man.

With a slap, Mo Si Ting didn't hide, the slap just landed on the side of his face.

The two of them froze for a while.

Qiao Zhinuan curled her fingers.

She didn't expect that he... didn't hide, she thought he would.

Mo Siting's complexion was fair, and five finger prints soon appeared on the side of his face.

He looked at Qiao Zhinuan with heavy eyes, and after a few seconds, he let go and leaned back on the seat, his face hidden in the dark light of the car shadow.