Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Siting didn't say when he was leaving, and Lin Qiao didn't ask either.

However, living under the same roof is already a little different.

However, the only thing that was certain was that Mo Siting asked Lin Qiao to eat three meals a day at home.

Lin Qiao stopped going to the cafeteria at noon.

Every night, Mo Siting would check Lin Qiao's homework.

The two seem to have returned to the time when they first met, they were not close enough, and there was always a sense of distance.

It seems that from the day of Lin Qiao's birthday, the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds due to a certain connection, and the distance has once again opened up.

The two sat at the breakfast table, and each of them was eating breakfast in silence.

Lin Qiao took a bite of the sandwich, "When are you leaving?"

Mo Siting raised his eyes, and a pair of sharp eyes fell on Lin Qiao instantly, "You want me to go?"

Lin Qiao avoided his burning gaze, "No, I'm just..."

How could she expect him to go?

she……

It's just that now I feel restless every day. When I close my eyes, Mo Siting appears in my mind, and I can't even sleep well.

Mo Siting lowered his eyes and continued to eat what he was holding, "Then I'll leave tomorrow."

Lin Qiao: "..."

"ink……"

Mo Siting had already got up, and went straight to his room.

Lin Qiao looked at the abruptly closed door, feeling mixed feelings in the dessert for a moment.

It's as if she drove him away.

This is obviously his home, but now it looks like she is making trouble for no reason.

Lin Qiao also became more and more angry, and went back to her room.

If it wasn't for Song Feng's arrival, the two of them probably wouldn't have had dinner.

dong dong dong.

Song Feng knocked on the door.

No one came to open the door for a long time.

Song Feng was still a little puzzled, aren't you at home?

It shouldn't be, today is Sunday, and Mo Siting doesn't have any troops yet, if Lin Qiao doesn't go to class and isn't at home, where are the two of them?

Zhao Yanran gave Song Feng a blank look, and snorted, "What about an appointment, you are lying to me, Song Feng."

Seeing that Zhao Yanran turned around and wanted to leave, Song Feng hurriedly grabbed Zhao Yanran, "Yanran, I didn't lie to you, really, I... I'll make a phone call and ask first."

He went sideways to the stairs to make a phone call.

When the phone was connected, Song Feng blurted out, "Didn't you say you wanted to mediate with Yanran? We've been waiting at your door for 10 minutes."

No one spoke inside.

After a few seconds, a voice came from the receiver: "Then continue to wait."

Song Feng: "..."

The phone was hung up just like that.

Zhao Yanran looked at Song Feng with an undisguised sarcasm in her eyes.

Song Feng was thinking, is this a buddy?Probably not.

Just then, the door opened from the inside.

Lin Qiao stood at the door, "Brother Song, Sister Yanran, you are here."

Zhao Yanran still likes the little girl Lin Qiao very much.

She came forward with the things in her hand, "I bought something, and I'm here to eat hot pot."

Lin Qiao nodded hurriedly, "Okay, come in quickly."

As soon as Song Feng came in, he looked around for Mo Siting.

What about Mosting?
Lin Qiao said, "He... is a little uncomfortable in the room."

Song Feng went to Mo Siting's room.

Mo Siting's room was unlocked, and Song Feng opened it with a light push.

Song Feng saw Mo Siting leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, and said half-jokingly, "What's the matter, uncle is here?"

Mo Siting raised his hand and smashed a crystal ashtray on the bedside table.

It was easy for Song Feng to pick up an ashtray with bare hands.

He directly intercepted the ashtray and rubbed it on his body.

"This thing is not cheap. If it is really smashed, my crime will be deep."

Song Feng put the ashtray on the table before walking over.

Mo Siting lazily raised his eyelids, "Yanran is outside with her?"

"Well, eat hot pot." Song Feng leaned against the table, "If Lin Qiao hadn't been moved out, Yan Ran would still be in a cold war with me, and wouldn't say a word."

Mo Siting snorted, "Yanran just got you."

"What about Lin Qiao? Did you get caught?" Song Feng asked back.

Mo Siting was silent.

"As for me, you yourself are not one thing at a time."

Song Feng knew that these two people were still awkward.

In other words, both the relationship and the relationship should move forward, but because of the concerns in each other's hearts, they seem even stranger than before.

"What are you thinking?" Song Feng asked.

This is the second time Song Feng asked Mo Siting.

But deep down, Mo Siting really didn't know how to answer, and what to answer.

Song Feng helped him analyze, "Si Ting, let me ask you two questions. First, do you like Lin Qiao?"

Mo Siting's eyes seemed to be condensed into two solid objects, just projecting on the wall.

"I think... it should be because I like it." Mo Siting's voice was a bit deep, with a hoarse feeling when suppressed.

Song Feng must have pointed out two fingers, "The second question, what are you worrying about?"

Mo Siting didn't speak for a while.

Song Feng continued: "You used to do whatever you had, and you were never afraid. Now that you are hesitant, I don't feel like you anymore."

"She... is six years younger than me."

"Age is the problem?" Song Feng asked, "That famous writer is in her 60s and married a woman in her 30s. You are only six years apart. Six years old is not an insurmountable gap. Don't want to try?"

Mo Siting said: "I can try, I have no worries, but Lin Qiao can't."

Lin Qiao was originally a girl.

A sensitive girl.

He is not afraid of doom, but she is different.

He didn't want Lin Qiao to recall that her first love was like this.

Song Feng shook his head and sighed, "You think too much. When it comes to emotional matters, you have to seize them. In this life, there will always be a time when people are desperate."

…………

Lin Qiao and Zhao Yanran were busy in the kitchen.

Naturally, they chatted about why Mo Siting felt uncomfortable.

Lin Qiao cut the vegetables with his head down, "I don't know, I guess I'm full."

Zhao Yanran blinked her eyes, and leaned over, "Xiao Qiao, have you fallen in love with Mo Siting?"

The knife in Lin Qiao's hand cut it off.

Zhao Yanran quickly grasped Lin Qiao's other hand and pulled it over, avoiding being cut.

"I was scared to death." Zhao Yanran looked at Lin Qiao's intact fingers, "If you cut off my hand, I will blame myself."

"It's okay, I was not careful." Lin Qiao said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Looking at Lin Qiao's back, Zhao Yanran already knew it in her heart.