Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Played all night, from billiards to playing Doudizhu and playing cards.

Song Feng wailed all night.

Playing poker with Mo Si Ting was already heartbreaking, as Mo Si Ting would kill anyone eight out of ten times.

Now there is another Lin Qiao who "knows nothing".

To be honest, Lin Qiao is still not very good at playing cards. She can't learn the rules or skills anyway, so she used the most stupid method, which is to memorize the cards!
It is exactly the same as the last time I played in Dongsanxiang.

Song Feng lost in the end with notes all over his face, shaking his head again and again, "Stop playing, you two are simply devils."

Lin Qiao laughed heartily, and held a torn note in his hand and pasted it on Song Feng's nose, "Hahaha, Brother Song, accept the bet and admit defeat!"

Song Feng hid behind Zheng Yanran, "Daughter-in-law, hurry up and save me!"

Lin Qiao pinched her waist, "Sister Yanran won't save you, you are a big man, quickly stretch out your face!"

Mo Siting kicked Song Feng under the table: "I would like to admit defeat, hurry up."

Song Feng turned to Mo Siting reluctantly, "Looking at Lin Qiao, who is such a good-looking girl, you have taught her to ruin her."

Zheng Yanran laughed.

This was the happiest night Lin Qiao had played.

She will always remember such a night.

…………

New Year approached.

Mo Siting is going home too.

Lin Qiao leaned on the door frame, watching Mo Siting packing up his things, "Then when are you coming back?"

"It should be after the year." Mo Siting pointed to the compressed clothes bag behind Lin Qiao, "Pass me that clothes."

"Oh."

Lin Qiao turned around and got the clothes, and handed them to Mo Siting.

She stared at Mo Siting with her big black eyes, "So are you celebrating the New Year at your home?"

"Well," Mo Siting finally understood the meaning of Lin Qiao's words, raised his head and smiled at her, "Do you want me to stay with you for the New Year?"

Lin Qiao was caught in the heart, and snorted, "Cut, I don't have it. You're not here. I just moved back to Dongsan Lane to celebrate the New Year with my brother and the others."

Mo Siting buckled the suitcase and stood up, "It's only a 20-day vacation, so don't play around with your temper."

Lin Qiao rolled her eyes, "It's long-winded."

Mo Siting was on a flight at [-]:[-] p.m., and Lin Qiao sent him out.

When they got downstairs, Mo Siting waved for a taxi and looked at Lin Qiao with a teasing smile, "Do you want to take me to the airport?"

Lin Qiao's eyes lit up, "Is it okay?"

Mo Siting rubbed her soft hair, "Come on, when you get to the airport, you might be sent to the plane, you want to come back to my house with me?"

Lin Qiao slapped his hand away, "Good idea! Let's go! I won't see you off!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Qiao turned around without looking back.

"Lin Qiao!"

Mo Siting called Lin Qiao, "I'll be back on New Year's Eve to spend the New Year with you."

The driver uncle is also a friendly person, he said with a smile: "Little girlfriend? But watch it carefully. Boys and girls are in love, and they are most afraid of going to other places."

The corners of Mo Siting's lips curled up slightly, without explanation.

I don't know why, but when he heard the words "little girlfriend" from other people, he didn't have any resentment or resistance in his heart.

On the contrary, he actually had an idea of ​​wanting to make this assumption a reality.

As soon as this thought popped out of his mind, he was startled.

How could he think like that?

For a little girl who is only under age, he is really in a daze!
…………

Mo Siting left on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, and there was only one week before the Chinese New Year.

Lin Qiao spent a few days as a single in Mo Si Ting's apartment. Every day he wrote his homework for the winter vacation, and then went to think about what to eat. He even learned to use the oven to make some small biscuits and snacks.

Every two days, I would give Mo Si Ting a video to seduce him with the finished product I made, and by the way, ask him questions that I didn't understand in the winter vacation homework.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Qiao received a call from Sang Lie.

"Aren't you going to come back after Chinese New Year?"

Hearing what Sang Lie said, Lin Qiao suddenly smiled, "Brother Lie, you really are the best to me! If you know, call me, or I don't know how to say that I'm going to have a meal."

Sang Lie couldn't laugh or cry, such a high hat was put on his head.

"It just so happened that Fang Hui went out to buy some necessities for the New Year. When he came back, he brought you back along the way."

After hanging up the phone, Sang Lie glanced at Su Zhaohuan who was next to him, "You should make this call yourself, and now I've pushed it to me, obviously I think very much."

Lin Qiao made baked snacks and biscuits in the apartment, packed them in boxes, and prepared to take them to Dongsan Alley for them to taste.

Fang Hui arrived very quickly. Before he went to buy new year's goods, he called Lin Qiao first.

"Anyway, it's okay to think about you, why not go shopping with me."

Lin Qiao smiled, "Brother Hui, you are too unreasonable, and you still want to drag me into hard labor."

Fang Hui looked at Lin Qiao's rosy complexion now, it was indeed much better than when he was still in Dongsan Lane.

He tilted his head, "You are a person who is refreshed on happy occasions, and you look different."

"That's it," Lin Qiao said, "It's the Chinese New Year, isn't Brother Hui unhappy?"

"You little girl is getting more and more talkative, and you dare to insult me."

Lin Qiao followed Fang Hui to buy firecrackers and couplets, as well as melon seed candies and some food needed for the New Year, and discussed with Lin Qiao, "You will live in Dongsan Alley for the few days of the New Year. Eat and drink."

Lin Qiao snorted, "Brother Hui, I heard the glutton in your stomach making a big fuss in the Wu Zang Temple. You said it so nicely. If you want me to be your cook, just say so!"

When Fang Hui heard it, he laughed heartily, "You said that."

Lin Qiao simply took some things and went back to Dongsan Lane to live.

Some employees in Dongsanxiang have already returned to their hometown for the New Year, leaving behind Sang Lie, Su Zhaohuan, Fang Hui, Zhou Yue, Alan, Little K, and even Mrs. Zhang.

No wonder Fang Hui asked her to come and cook.

Among these few people, only Alan can make instant noodles, but who would cook instant noodles for Chinese New Year now?

Lin Qiao showed her skills and served all the special dishes Mo Siting taught her, which made people full of praise.

Lin Qiao is not one to hide his achievements, "It was Mo Siting who taught me. He cooks better than me."

As soon as these words came out, the chopsticks of several people could not help but pause.

Sang Lie glanced at Su Zhaohuan's face vaguely.

Su Zhaohuan continued to eat as if nothing had happened, "The craftsmanship has indeed improved."

Lin Qiao wiped her hands on the apron, "Really."

Just when Dongsan Lane was full of laughter and sitting together drinking and eating food, on the other side, Ancheng, far away in the bustling metropolis, was another scene.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, a bustling metropolis crowded with people on weekdays seems to have become an empty city after the tide of returning home is over.