Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Siting lit a cigarette and leaned on the sofa, "Has anything changed?"

Hearing this, Song Feng also straightened his face, "No, the manpower has been arranged."

Mo Siting nodded, "This matter should be resolved as soon as possible, the longer it takes, the more nights will be filled with dreams."

"For sure," Song Feng said, "They're just waiting for this time. It's almost Chinese New Year, Chinese New Year and holidays. Those of us in the anti-narcotics brigade are paid such a small salary. Who would take the time off to work hard?"

Mo Siting bowed his head and said nothing.

Song Feng knew about Mo Siting's family background, "Has your father called you again?"

Mo Siting exhaled a smoke ring, "Well, but I didn't promise to go back."

Song Feng couldn't say much about other people's family affairs, so he just patted him on the shoulder, "Your father's family business of the Mo Group will definitely fall on you, and the chief will speak at that time After all, you are the only son of the Mo family."

The two were talking, and after a while, they heard a bang from the other side of the room.

Song Feng picked up his clothes with a smile and stood up, "There are people calling over there, I'm going to leave now, you can go there."

When Mo Siting sent Song Feng away, he didn't go directly into Lin Qiao's room. Instead, he heated up a carton of milk in the microwave and took it to the room.

He knocked twice on the door.

No one answered inside.

He turned the handle lightly, and the door opened.

Mo Siting opened the door and entered.

Lin Qiao, who was sitting by the window desk with his back to the door, suddenly yelled and turned his head, "You actually broke into the women's boudoir without knocking!"

Mo Siting: "..."

He came over and put the milk cup in front of Lin Qiao, "The acting skills are fake."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She pursed her lips. Now that she was seen through, she stopped pretending, "I can't even do my homework."

For more than an hour at this desk, she really changed from one subject to another, except for liberal arts, which can find knowledge points from textbooks, but mathematics, physics and chemistry, looking at those business affairs in the book Theorem, astronomical figures in general.

Mo Siting pulled over the paper she had spread out in front of her at this time, which was a math paper.

He casually took the paper and glanced at it, then went to Lin Qiao's math textbook to look through the contents.

As soon as it was opened, a piece of paper fluttered down inside the textbook.

Lin Qiao blinked, feeling bad!

She was about to pick up the piece of paper from the ground in a hurry, but was blocked by Mo Siting.

Mo Siting held the paper and picked it up.

Lin Qiao reached out to stop her, "Hey, that's my privacy!"

Mo Siting narrowed his eyes, moved away from Lin Qiao's side, "Privacy? It's yours and mine, right?"

Lin Qiao blushed instantly.

On that piece of paper was Lin Qiao's graffiti of sitting at this table just now.

She had been resenting Mo Siting just now, and she didn't know how to do the exercises, so she started to draw in a distracted state.

At this moment, on the paper held in Mo Siting's hand, there was only one person drawn.

This person is Mo Siting.

And it was Mo Siting deliberately drawn by Lin Qiao.

If it weren't for the short and fat man, an arrow and a pig's head were drawn, and it was written: Mo Siting is a big villain.

I'm afraid Mo Siting won't even recognize that this is him.

Mo Siting pulled a chair beside Lin Qiao and sat down.

"Just over an hour ago, did you do this?"

Now that Lin Qiao was exposed, he stopped pretending and admitted it directly, "That's right, I don't know how to do exercises anyway."

Mo Siting raised the thin piece of paper in his hand, "So, I'm the one you use to draw for fun?"

Lin Qiao blushed again.

It would be fine if she painted someone else.

Now turned upside down.

Lin Qiao lowered her head and waited for Mo Siting to quarrel with her, but Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, looking at the sketch paper in his hand, "Have you learned to draw before?"

Lin Qiao was taken aback by this irrelevant topic, "No."

When she was a child, her father and elder brother helped her develop multi-talented skills, but she found a teacher to teach her to dance and play the piano. But when she was a child, she just liked to play, so her father followed her.

Mo Siting said: "If you haven't studied, you are quite talented."

Lin Qiao: "...Are you really praising me?"

Why does it sound so sarcastic.

Mo Siting took out his mobile phone, searched for an animation picture, showed it to Lin Qiao, and zoomed in, "You copy this."

Lin Qiao took a look, isn't this exactly Sailor Moon!

Didn't expect Mo Siting to watch this.

Anyway, don't let her watch the exercises that hurt her mind, and do whatever else she wants.

Lin Qiao directly took the gel pen in his hand and began to draw on the paper.

In just 5 minutes, she copied it.

It's exactly the same, except it's not colored.

Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, this girl is really talented in painting.

"Do you want to take the art path during the college entrance examination, that is, painting, and the culture score can be low."

Lin Qiao heard this for the first time, "How much lower can it be?"

"The lowest standard line is enough."

Lin Qiao was a little happy, "Okay, then I don't need to study anymore?"

"No."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Mo Siting collected these two sheets of paper, folded them in his hands, put them in his pocket, brought Lin Qiao's math textbook, and unfolded them.

"study."

Lin Qiao was full of reluctance, but still didn't say a word, staring at Mo Siting's hand.

With his slender fingers, carrying a pen, he poked at the definition in the textbook, "I'll start today and give you the basics every day."

Lin Qiao looked at him suspiciously: "Do you know?"

Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, "You can give me any question you want."

Lin Qiao felt that it was finally time to humiliate Mo Siting!

She went directly to pull out an exercise booklet, and took out the last over-the-top question that the math teacher said. This is an exercise in the third year of high school, and it must be hard for Mo Siting to die!

But who would have expected that Mo Siting would report a number just by looking at the mental calculation without moving a pen.

Lin Qiao hastily flipped through the answers and widened her eyes.

Mo Siting asked her with a smile: "How is it? Right?"

Lin Qiao felt that her good days were over.

"Things within a certain range, definite, and distinguishable, treated as a whole, are called collections, or collections for short."

Lin Qiao's definition is that what he said is stumbling, why is it so convoluted.

Mo Siting tapped Lin Qiao's forehead, "Be serious, don't go to sleep if you can't finish this unit today."

Lin Qiao wailed and lay down on the table.

This time, Mo Siting really did what he said. Lin Qiao was already yawning until after twelve o'clock. She also finished the first unit and the questions about the first unit on the test paper before letting her go. sleep.

Lin Qiao yawned and burst into tears, "Okay, I'm going to sleep."

She lay down on the bed with large characters, and said in a muffled voice: "Go out and close the door for me!"