Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

"Happy Birthday!"

Lin Qiao was taken aback by such an exclamation.

With ribbons and cheers, Sister Ming came out of the kitchen pushing a cake trolley, singing a happy birthday song.

Lin Qiao blinked and was completely stunned.

Behind her, Mo Siting whispered in her ear: "Qiao Qiao, happy birthday.

The figures in front include the waiter Xiaoye who was working together at the barbecue restaurant, Zhu Ting, Song Feng and Zheng Yanran...

Lin Qiao immediately understood what Zhu Ting said in the mall just now.

Is today her birthday?

Lin Qiao was in a hurry to reach for the phone, only to remember that the phone was in the car and still in the bag.

She turned around and was about to run, but Mo Siting seemed to have seen through Lin Qiao's intentions, directly stopped her by the shoulder, and placed his own mobile phone screen in front of Lin Qiao's eyes.

March 28th.

Today is her birthday.

Zheng Yanran smiled, "Looking at the child, you are so stupid, you don't even remember your own birthday."

Lin Qiao didn't remember.

She hasn't had a birthday since her father and brother left.

She only remembers that one year is one year older, and as for the date of her birthday, she has already pressed the joy and love of this birthday into the bottom of her heart and sealed it up.

But at this time, because of such a happy birthday, all her sealed memories were unsealed again.

"Come here, don't stand still."

"Come and cut the cake, make a wish, make a wish!"

Lin Qiao was pulled to the sofa by the table, and before he could speak, a happy birthday paper crown was put on his head.

Later, Lin Qiao always remembered his 17th birthday.

Sitting with a lot of friends was the best time for her before the dark days came.

Carnival in the barbecue shop until after eleven o'clock.

Both Lin Qiao and Zhu Ting were underage, so they didn't drink alcohol, and they substituted fruit juice.

But when Lin Qiao looked at the red wine, he felt ready to try it, what it tasted like.

She squinted her cat-like eyes, and leaned closer to Mo Siting, "I want to have a taste, just a little bit."

Mo Siting looked sideways at her.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance on her body.

The aroma permeated the tip of his nose, and he felt that the wine in the glass was instantly mellow.

Mo Siting pushed his wine glass in front of Lin Qiao.

Lin Qiao blinked, the long eyelashes covered large shadows on the eyelids, and looked sideways at Mo Siting, "Are you really giving me a drink?"

Mo Siting nodded, "Yes, take a sip."

Lin Qiao looked extremely excited in an instant, picked up Mo Siting's wine glass, and brought it to his lips to take a sip.

Delicious!

It was like grape juice, but with a mellow alcohol taste, she felt like she was going to float after taking a sip.

Zheng Yanran also saw this scene, and lightly bumped Song Feng's arm beside her, "Hey, brother, are you dating Lin Qiao?"

Song Feng was taking a sip of wine, when he heard this sentence, he spit it all up with a puff.

Fortunately, Sister Ming, who was sitting by the side, dodged quickly, otherwise the clothes on her body would suffer.

Song Feng followed Zheng Yanran's gaze in surprise, and Zheng Yanran whispered in her ear, "I used Si Ting's cup."

Song Feng: "..."

He originally thought that Mo Siting, who came out of the army, hadn't seen many women, so he must be a piece of wood in terms of love affairs.

But now it seems that she is even more flirtatious than him!

It was Lin Qiao's first time to drink, and he thought the wine was delicious.

She drank the remaining third of Mo Si Ting's glass, and then looked at Mo Si Ting eagerly with a pair of big eyes, "I still want it."

Mo Siting shot her a sideways look, "What do you want, do you still need your brain? You'll be a fool if you drink any more."

Lin Qiao shook her head hurriedly, "I'm not stupid."

Mo Siting: "..."

No matter how soft Lin Qiao is in the future, Mo Siting just won't give Lin Qiao a drink.

Giving Lin Qiao a drink is a disaster.

When it was over, Zhu Ting secretly drank half a glass of wine, and she was also slightly tipsy now.

The two students walked out shoulder to shoulder.

Zhu Ting and his brother said happily: "Don't worry, my dad doesn't dare to hit me, I just drank a little fruit wine, I'm happy today!"

Lin Qiao nodded heavily, and heard Zhu Ting say, "Then what if my father hits me?"

Lin Qiao patted her chest and said loudly: "You are my good sister! Whoever dares to bully you in the future, I will hit her until she kneels and calls her father!"

Mo Siting: "..."

Song Feng: "..."

Zheng Yanran: "..."

It's really a man to see Lin Qiao's bold and unrestrained side.

In the end, Mo Siting drove Lin Qiao back, and Zhu Ting dropped by Zheng Yanran and Song Feng to send her back.

Along the way, Lin Qiao was singing loudly.

Mo Siting directly raised the car window, Lin Qiao asked in confusion, "Why did you raise the car window?"

"I'm afraid someone will hear you and send you to a mental hospital."

Lin Qiao blinked slowly, "I sing so well, even if someone heard it, they should send me to the stage to sing. Why send me to a mental hospital."

Mo Siting lost his temper.

When they reached the apartment, Mo Siting turned off the fire.

Lin Qiao didn't understand the seat belt either, and was about to get out of the car.

After being strangled by the safety belt, Lin Qiao glanced at the safety belt tied to his chest in doubt, "Who tied it up for me..."

She reached out and pulled.

Mo Siting stroked his forehead, "That's a seat belt."

He leaned over to help Lin Qiao unbuckle his seat belt, but Lin Qiao pushed his shoulder, "It must be you! Tell me, what do you want to do by tying me up? Robbing money or sex?!"

Mo Siting was extremely funny, "What do you think?"

Lin Qiao stiffened his neck, "Jie Cai, no! I do have robbery!"

Mo Siting burst out laughing.

This girl doesn't forget her narcissism even when she's drunk.

He unbuckled Lin Qiao's seat belt, "Come down."

Lin Qiao opened the car door and staggered out of the car.

Mo Siting saw her swaying every step, shook his head with a smile, and walked over to put his arms around her waist, "Stop swaying."

Lin Qiao grabbed Mo Siting's arm, "I didn't shake it, why are you shaking it?"

The two got on the elevator one after the other.

The elevator door closed, and a figure came out from the other end of the corridor.

The figure of the young man seemed particularly lonely.

Su Zhaohuan came at eight o'clock in the evening.

As early as a week ago, he had been preparing for Lin Qiao's birthday.

However, it was almost twelve o'clock before she got out of the man's car drunk.

Holding a cake box in his hand, he pressed the elevator case.

Inside the apartment door, Mo Siting had just settled Lin Qiao, who was drunk, and asked her to take off her shoes and go to bed.

Lin Qiao didn't know which tendon was wrong when she was drunk, she insisted on sleeping with her shoes on, and swore to protect her shoes and socks, staring at Mo Siting, "You are a foot fetish, you pervert."

Mo Siting: "..."