Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

In the barbershop.

As soon as Mo Siting, who was tall and tall, came in, several sharp-eyed female customers who were doing their hair saw them all, and they all looked over.

This is an absolute living sign, with much more attention than the stars on TV.

"Welcome, may I ask what hairstyle do you want?" A hairdresser came up to him.

Mo Siting still pushed the doorknob, and let the door open, "It's not me, it's her."

Lin Qiao was reluctant, but was dragged in by Mo Siting.

When the little barber saw Lin Qiao, his eyes lit up suddenly, "It's you, little sister."

Because Lin Qiao's hair is of good quality.

Just like photographers who take pictures will pay more attention to people who are beautiful or distinctive, but barbers focus on hair.

Lin Qiao's hair was the best hair this little barber had seen in the past few years, so it was naturally still fresh in his memory.

Lin Qiao raised her head, and the person standing in front of her was none other than the hairdresser brother who Su Zhaohuan came to accompany her to dye and perm her hair last time.

It's even more embarrassing now.

"Little girl, what hairstyle do you want?"

Before Lin Qiao could speak, Mo Siting had already said, "Return to the original state."

Lin Qiao: "..."

The barber glanced at Lin Qiao, and his smiling eyes almost disappeared, "What did I say, little sister, your hair is of good quality, perm and dyed hair really make such good hair white."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Before she had time to refute, she was pressed on the chair by the barber and tied the apron.

The barber is also a chatterbox, since he remembers Lin Qiao, he also remembers the handsome guy who accompanied Lin Qiao last time, definitely not the handsome guy who accompanied him today.

"Who is this, little sister?"

Lin Qiaolan's barber, who was mourning for his hair in his heart, wanted to talk about his uncle, but felt that every time he pulled Mo Siting away from him by a generation, it always seemed like he was taking advantage of him. Said: "My brother."

The barber blinked ambiguously, "Little sister, you really have a lot of brothers."

Lin Qiao didn't reply anymore.

Her hair was still the color highlighted two months ago, and it had almost fallen out. The hairdresser softened and styled Lin Qiao's hair again, and dyed it back to natural black.

Lin Qiao felt that her butt was hurting from sitting on it, and it was still not healed.

She swore in her heart that she would never come to do her hair again.It's more tiring than asking her to do a trigonometric math problem!
Two hours later, the barber put down the hair dryer and took off the apron, "Okay!"

Such a sound made everyone look at the little girl standing in front of the mirror.

Lin Qiao's face is small, oval-shaped and fair-skinned.

At this moment, the soft, shoulder-length hair is draped over the shoulders, and the hair is soft, so that a female customer who just opened the door said, "I want her hairstyle."

This is a more intuitive model than the flat photos in the barber's album.

Mo Siting, who had been sitting on the sofa all this time, also raised his head.

Lin Qiao quietly walked in front of Mo Siting, lowered her head, "Is that... pretty?"

Mo Siting stood up, and brushed Lin Qiao's long hair around his shoulders, "It looks good."

Lin Qiao was very happy.

She didn't know why, but when she heard Mo Siting's praise, she was happier than others' praise.

However, she didn't know that Mo Siting never took the initiative to praise others.

This was the first time Mo Siting praised a girl for her beauty.

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After spending an afternoon getting her hair cut, Mo Siting took her to the mall to buy a few sets of school clothes before driving back to Dongsanxiang.

He sat in the car, "Do you want me to go up and help you pack your things?"

Lin Qiao shook his head, "No, I'll just go by myself."

She jumped out of the car.

At this time, near the evening, Mrs. Zhang was preparing ingredients as usual at the residence in Dongsan Lane, and started cooking dinner. She saw a fair and clean girl from the stairs, and wondered when such a fair and clean girl lived here. Yes, she has never seen it.

Lin Qiao had already greeted Aunt Zhang, "Sister Zhang, I'm back."

Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and after watching for a few seconds, she came back to her senses, "Lin Qiao?"

Lin Qiao laughed, "It's me! Mrs. Zhang, you don't have to make me dinner. I'll pack up and leave."

Lin Qiao regained her original "face value".

This matter, within 10 minutes, spread throughout the entire Dongsan Lane, to everyone's ears.

Of course, this also includes Su Zhaohuan.

After Su Zhaohuan heard Zhou Yue's vivid description, he directly left the work in hand to Zhou Yue, and went back to Dongsan Lane by himself.

Lin Qiao's door was not locked, it was just ajar, leaving a crack.

From this gap, Su Zhaohuan could see that Lin Qiao was busy packing up, and there was a big backpack on the bed.

Su Zhaohuan's heart sank bit by bit.

He opened the door and walked in.

Lin Qiao turned around upon hearing the sound.

Two people, one standing at the door, the other standing in front of the window, they didn't speak for a while, just looked at each other quietly.

The cold war between the two last night seemed to have not ended yet.

Su Zhaohuan looked at Lin Qiao's appearance.

The heavy makeup has faded away, and even the hair has been replaced with the original appearance, a clean and fair little face.

She took off her makeup.

Also cut hair.

Su Zhaohuan felt in his heart that the same Lin Qiao looked beautiful and pleasing to the eye, but he still didn't want to admit it.

I would rather let Lin Qiao look so good-looking, and only leave him to see it alone.

Only later did he realize that this was the difference between him and Mo Siting.

Lin Qiao pursed her lips, opened her mouth first, and called softly, "Brother."

Su Zhaohuan hummed, "You want to go?"

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and when they spoke, there was a hint of embarrassment.

Lin Qiao nodded, "Well, my... guardian found me a house, so that I can study there quietly, I... I want to go to school well."

Su Zhaohuan listened to Lin Qiao's words carefully, as if he was afraid that any sentence would touch his self-esteem.

He suddenly laughed, "Okay, let's go."

Lin Qiao didn't expect Su Zhaohuan not to keep her.

She folded the clothes and put them in the backpack, and walked out, as if thinking of something, she stopped again, went back to the bed, took out a pen and paper from her backpack, wrote the address on it, and handed it to Su Zhaohuan.

"Brother, this is the address where I live now."

Su Zhaohuan didn't answer.

Lin Qiao was a little sad.

She didn't want to leave, but became strangers to her brother who had always had such a good relationship.

She moved her lips several times, and finally put the note on the table, "Brother, I'm leaving."

Su Zhaohuan didn't speak, and didn't look back.