Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Ding dong ding dong.

The doorbell rang.

Mo Siting loosened his collar, closed the door for Lin Qiao and opened it.

It's already past twelve o'clock, who will come at this time?
Mo Siting glanced at the video when he opened the door.

Standing at the door was Su Zhaohuan.

Mo Siting remembered Su Zhaohuan, he was from Dongsan Lane, and he was also a young man who took good care of Lin Qiao.

He saw that he was carrying something in his hand, maybe he came to celebrate Lin Qiao's birthday.

He opened the door.

"Where is Lin Qiao?"

Su Zhaohuan looked at the man standing in front of him, his shirt collar was loosened, his cuffs were bent upwards a few times, and he asked straight to the point.

"She drank some wine, a little sleepy, and has fallen asleep."

"That's easy."

Su Zhaohuan put the two boxes in his hand on the ground at the door, and before Mo Siting could react, he quickly clenched the fingers of his right hand into a fist and threw it at Lin Qiao.

Mo Siting wasn't on guard and vigilance at all, when the fist wind came, he suddenly mobilized his muscular defense system, turned his face, but was still blown by Su Zhaohuan's fist wind, and got punched in the corner of his eye.

"She is underage, and you got her so drunk? What do you want to do next?!"

Su Zhaohuan roared angrily, and the veins on the back of his hands throbbed.

Mo Siting turned his head to avoid Su Zhaohuan's next punch, and frowned, "What did you say?"

"She's so drunk, what do you want to do by bringing her back to the room?" Su Zhaohuan's voice was a little hoarse due to suppressed anger.

Mo Siting suddenly laughed, and understood where Su Zhaohuan's unreasonable anger came from.

He blocked Su Zhaohuan's fist with one hand, and smiled, "Su Zhaohuan, do you like Lin Qiao?"

Su Zhaohuan's thoughts were exposed by a strange man who had no contact with him. He was a little embarrassed, but he didn't allow himself to back down at this moment from his youth, he raised his head, "So what?! Don't you? "

Mo Siting laughed, "Me? I'm just Lin Qiao's guardian. She is in high school, and I will be responsible for her daily life."

Su Zhaohuan frowned, "That's all?"

"It's just like that," Mo Siting said, "Today is going out for a birthday party, she has never had a drink, and after two sips, she is so drunk, I wouldn't do anything to a girl who is six years younger than me. "

Su Zhaohuan withdrew his hand, he glanced at Mo Siting, then at the closed door, "She's asleep already?"

"Ah."

"I hit you just now, I'm here to apologize to you, I was impulsive." Su Zhaohuan slightly lowered his head.

"It's nothing."

In Mo Siting's eyes, Su Zhaohuan was just a young man who was not much more mature than Lin Qiao.

Before leaving, Su Zhaohuan turned his head and asked, "Why did you help Lin Qiao?"

Help her go back to school, and help her finish her studies.

Mo Siting smiled, "This is my business."

Su Zhaohuan turned around disdainfully, put his hands in his pockets, and said without looking back: "You'd better remember what you said, don't do anything to Lin Qiao, or I won't let you go!"

Mo Siting shook his head with a laugh.

What would he do to Lin Qiao?
He will not do anything to Lin Qiao.

He was just fulfilling the responsibility of guardianship of Lin Qiao for the past three years.

Mo Siting saw the two boxes at the door, which were left by Su Zhaohuan just now, so he simply took them in and put them on the table.

Lin Qiao got a hangover, woke up the next day, her temples felt like they had been stuffed with two balls of cotton, and they were throbbing with pain.

Fortunately, the two days after the sports meeting were weekends off. Lin Qiao glanced at the time on his phone, and it was already 10:30.

She got up top-heavy, went to wash up, washed her face, and felt better.

"Mo Siting?"

Lin Qiao leaned on the door frame and came out, but there was no one outside.

She saw two boxes on the table.

The bottom one is a round cake box and the top one is a wrapped gift box.

This is a gift from Mo Siting to her?

No, Zheng Yanran said yesterday that the double-layered cake rolled out in Sister Ming's shop was specially ordered by Mo Siting.

Lin Qiao unwrapped the gift box above, and opened it, and inside was a notebook with a particularly beautiful packaging.

Open it, and on the title page are words piled up with matchsticks.

Lin Qiao: Happy birthday, happy forever.

Signed: Su Zhaohuan.

Lin Qiao was overjoyed.

I remembered that Su Zhaohuan used to laugh at her handwriting, but now I see that Su Zhaohuan's handwriting is no better than hers at all.

And now, under Mo Siting's "forcement", she has made great progress by copying from the copybook.

She put away the notebook, opened the cake box again, and looked at the words on the cake: Birthday is coming, Qiao Nier, with a pig's head drawn on the back.

Lin Qiao happily took the mobile phone to call Su Zhaohuan.

"Brother, I have received your gift."

As soon as the phone was connected, Lin Qiao couldn't wait to speak.

"It's me, Lin Qiao."

It was not Su Zhaohuan's voice that rang on the phone, but Song Wanqian.

Lin Qiao froze for a moment, then she suddenly laughed, "Sister, were you with my brother last night?"

"No, I came to look for him this morning. He was drunk and hasn't woken up yet," Song Wanqian said, "He woke up and asked for a cell phone..."

Lin Qiao wanted to say don't bother, but the phone had already been handed back to Su Zhaohuan.

Su Zhaohuan gave a feed, his voice was hoarse and deep, as if it was late autumn with heavy dew, "Lin Qiao?"

"Brother, I have received the gift from you! Thank you!" Lin Qiao's clear and loud voice came from the receiver.

Su Zhaohuan did not expect that Mo Siting would take the things he sent over to Lin Qiao.

He smiled, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Lin Qiao say, "I still read your handwriting, it's like a dog crawling."

"..."

This is the word Su Zhaohuan originally used to describe Lin Qiao, and now Lin Qiao puts it on his head.

However, what Lin Qiao didn't know was that Su Zhaohuan had practiced that line on the title page of the notebook for more than an hour.

Su Zhaohuan didn't say anything either.

Lin Qiao heard voices in the kitchen, so she said to Su Zhaohuan: "Brother, I'm going to eat, don't disturb your getting along with senior sister, I'll hang up first."

She hung up the phone, and went to the kitchen to look around.

Mo Siting just made breakfast, breakfast sandwiches and oat milk.

"smell good."

Lin Qiao came over and looked up at Mo Siting, his eyes widened.

"What happened to your face?"

On Mo Siting's face, there was a bruise under his right eye.

"Didn't it be painted?" Lin Qiao raised his hand to touch Mo Siting's face, just as he poked it, Mo Siting frowned slightly in pain, and Lin Qiao withdrew his hand quickly in fright.