Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Shen Hanjing blinked her eyes when she heard the busy signal of being hung up.

A voice came from the bathroom, "Whose phone is it?"

When Mo Siting came out of the bathroom, Shen Hanjing shook the phone in his hand, "Lin Qiao, she said she made a mistake."

Shen Hanjing smiled and leaned over, "Lin Qiao, it sounds like a girl's name, are you in love?"

Mo Siting pulled the phone out of Shen Hanjing's hand, "Stop thinking about it, I don't have that heart."

Shen Hanjing folded her arms, "Don't fool me, I've heard what Afeng said, you got in touch with a girl, and you even help her with this and that."

"That girl has a poor background, and I was also entrusted by others."

Shen Hanjing saw that Mo Siting didn't say much, and didn't ask about Lin Qiao any more, so he brought the topic back up again.

"Then what are you going to do with the Mo family?"

Mo Siting put his phone by the table, walked over, and poured himself a glass of water. The water vapor steamed upwards, covering the lenses of his glasses with a layer of water mist.

"It's going to be another two years. The old man is still in good health. It's okay if I don't go back."

Shen Hanjing laughed, "What does it matter if this level is tough or not? Even if you go back, I think the old man can live another 20 years."

Mo Siting suddenly raised his eyes, and when the water vapor mist on the mirror slowly dissipated, he asked, "What about you? Are you going back?"

The smile on Shen Hanjing's face didn't change, but it was a bit self-deprecating.

"Go back? Do you think I can go back with my current status?" Shen Hanjing shrugged, walked over, her slender legs crossed and knocked on the coffee table, and a part of the hem of the cheongsam fell off, revealing a white and straight calf.

"Even if I change my face and identity, I won't be able to go back."

Mo Siting knew that what Shen Hanjing said was true, but he still couldn't help but want to refute, "Sister, I can tell the old man that we are all..."

"Stop," Shen Hanjing made a gesture, "What are you talking about? Don't say it. You're making yourself miserable, and you're making trouble. I don't want to go back either. If you go back, you will be the next owner of the Mo family, the executive president and chairman of the Mo family. , is it possible that you can still give your own sister some shame?"

She said, "Let's wait until a hundred years later to talk about anything, and don't talk about my affairs."

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As the final exam approached, the classroom was shrouded in a haze.

Because it is an exam before the new year, the result of the exam is related to whether we can have a good year.

The teachers have repeatedly emphasized that the questions this time are not difficult. They are the basic questions for awarding points, and they are just for everyone to let everyone have a good year.

Lin Qiao was also affected by everyone's atmosphere.

Even after class, she never leaves the house except to go to the bathroom when necessary, and just sits at the table and reads the knowledge points in the book.

"Lin Qiao."

A tall boy came over and stopped at Lin Qiao's desk.

Lin Qiao smiled at the boy.

In fact, she has slight face blindness. There are more than 50 people in the class, and now there are many names and faces that don't match.

The boy said, "Lin Qiao, someone is looking for you outside."

"Oh well."

Lin Qiao walked towards the door of the classroom, and there was a tall girl standing at the door.

She looked familiar to this girl.

"you……"

Before Lin Qiao could remember who this girl was, she was interrupted.

"Follow me!"

"..."

The tall girl grabbed Lin Qiao's arm and ran towards the stairs. Lin Qiao froze for a moment, "Hey, who are you? Where are you taking me?"

While tugging, Lin Qiao saw the school card the girl was wearing around her neck.

Song Wanqian.

She remembered.

Still two months ago, in Dongsan Lane, a fairy-like girl came to Su Zhaohuan's room to wait for him. At that time, Sang Lie asked her if she looked at Song Wanqian and Su Zhaohuan if they were compatible.

In fact, Lin Qiao knew Song Wanqian during these few months at school.

Song Wanqian is a senior in high school this year. She is pretty and has good academic performance.

If she changed from the character of "Little Taimei" to that of "Little Fairy", she shed a layer of skin and is a fake fairy, then Song Wanqian is a real fairy.

Fairy female design is the kind that can emanate from the bones.

It's not something elegant and pretending to be noble, it's the kind of fairy that makes people feel very comfortable.

However, this is not to let Lin Qiao casually follow others.

Lin Qiao broke free from Song Wanqian's arm, "Say it clearly first, where shall I go with you?"

Song Wanqian's eyes were red with anxiety, "You come with me, your brother is going to fight someone, only you can persuade him!"

"what?!"

Lin Qiao was stunned.

Move...the knife?
"Take me there!"

Song Wanqian looked at Lin Qiao who refused to leave just now, but now ran faster than a rabbit.

"It's on the street to the east of the school's back door!"

Lin Qiao asked Lin Qiao: "Then shall we go to the teacher?"

Song Wanqian shook her head, "It's useless, they are students from the university, not from our school."

Lin Qiao was quick to think, "Then call the police?"

"If you want your brother to be arrested directly, you should go to the police."

Lin Qiao also lost his mind for a while, and could only run towards the place where the accident happened with his head sullen.

When she rushed to the entrance of the alley, she stopped suddenly.

At this moment, she really understood what Mo Siting meant when he said that the people in Dongsanxiang had always shown their best side to her.

Because they really concealed the bloody and violent side.

Su Zhaohuan was beaten on the ground by two people. He held a fruit knife in his hand. The fruit knife was so sharp that he could cut off a piece of flesh by raising his hand.

His face was stained with blood, his eyes were cracked, and the corners of his mouth were opened. He raised his hand, raised the knife and cut off a piece of the yellow-haired little finger of the nearest little man.

"what!"

Huangmao screamed loudly.

Several people behind rushed forward, trying to subdue Su Zhaohuan.

Su Zhaohuan has a stance of one against a hundred, and he is not afraid at all. One will knock down the other, and one pair will knock down the other.

The leader of the gangster yelled, "Give it to me! You can't beat him in a chariot battle! Give it to me together! I gave you money when I invited you over. If you don't want money, you should all be shrunk." Be a turtle! Let's see who dares to invite you to be bodyguards in the future!"

Su Zhaohuan laughed wildly, "Come on, it's easier to solve them all at once than if I solve them one by one."

But in the end, Su Zhaohuan has become the end of his strength, a battle between trapped beasts.