Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

To eat hot pot at night, Zhao Yanran decided to ask Song Feng to go to the supermarket downstairs to bring a dozen beers.

At the dining table, Zhao Yanran and Song Feng sat opposite Lin Qiao and Mo Siting.

For some reason, Lin Qiao and Mo Siting were sitting together, a little close to each other, and followed each other as soon as they touched each other, which made Lin Qiao feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Zhao Yanran poured Lin Qiao a glass of beer.

Mo Siting said, "She doesn't drink."

Zhao Yanran laughed, "You are treating her differently, Xiao Qiao hasn't said anything yet, what do you care about her?"

Lin Qiao directly took the wine glass from Zhao Yanran's hand, "I'll drink it, who said I won't drink it, you said I won't drink it, so I won't drink it?"

Song Feng is now standing with his wife, and hastily echoed: "Just a glass of beer, just a little alcohol, it won't affect the brain."

Mo Siting snorted, "I'm already stupid, but I'm even more stupid after drinking."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She bared her teeth at Mo Siting, "You are stupid, your whole family is stupid."

Zhao Yanran and Song Feng looked at each other, and saw the same look in each other's eyes.

Zhao Yanran had seen Lin Qiao's drinking capacity last time.

Whether it's fruit wine, red wine or beer, it's all in one glass.

So, she was right.

Lin Qiao ate and ate, drank a glass of wine, and looked into a pair of eyes, already a little more intoxicated.

Zhao Yanran raised her head suddenly, "I have a headache."

Song Feng was still having food with Mo Siting, and when he talked about the time when they were in the army together, he was talking about it, how could he hear what Zhao Yanran was talking about.

Zhao Yanran's face darkened, she reached out and grabbed Song Feng's ear and pulled it back.

"Eh……"

Zhao Yanran tugged at Song Feng's ear, "Did you hear what I said?"

Song Feng covered his ears, "Good wife, what did you say just now, can you say it again?"

Zhao Yanran let go of his ears, "I didn't say anything, you can review your glorious deeds here, I'm leaving."

She got up straight away.

It got up a little violently and shook a bit.

Song Feng supported Zhao Yanran, "Daughter-in-law, do you have a headache?"

This was the secret signal that the two had agreed on just now. Song Feng left as soon as he said he had a headache.

"Okay, daughter-in-law, let's go, go back and make you hangover soup."

Song Feng helped Zhao Yanran out, waved his hands to the back, "Si Ting, go back, don't send it off."

The two of them got on the elevator, Zhao Yanran disappeared while holding her forehead and pretending to be sick.

"Daughter-in-law." Song Feng approached with a smile.

Zhao Yanran slapped him on the face and pushed it outward, "Stay away from me, you smell of alcohol."

Song Feng hugged Zhao Yanran immediately, "My daughter-in-law likes me the most, don't I just drink to impress Si Ting."

"Can you get Mo Siting drunk?" Zhao Yanran sneered at this, "Mo Siting's drinking capacity is several blocks away from yours."

Song Feng pulled Zhao Yanran, "Will you go to my place today?"

Zhao Yanran tilted her head, "No."

"I've been acting with you, just to make Lin Qiao and Si Ting reconcile, and you're only going to satisfy me once. We haven't been together for such a long time."

As Song Feng said, he rubbed against Zhao Yanran's body, "Okay."

Zhao Yanran frowned, "You...you are so clingy in the future, I will throw you out."

"Yes Yes!"

Song Feng immediately smiled.

It seems that Mo Siting's visit was not in vain.

…………

But in the apartment, Mo Siting had a headache.

His drinking capacity was bottomless, not to mention beer, even liquor, he drank it without blinking his eyes.

He looked at Lin Qiao who was lying on the sofa like a little drunk cat.

She was just the opposite of him.

The last time Lin Qiao was drunk was still vivid in his memory, but this time he was drunk again.

"Lin Qiao? Get up and sleep in your room. It's cold outside."

Lin Qiao snorted.

Mo Siting was afraid that Lin Qiao would wake up with a hangover the next day, so he went to the kitchen and made her a bowl of hangover soup.

Walking out of the kitchen with the hangover soup, Lin Qiao still lay on his stomach in the same posture, motionless.

Mo Siting came over, put the hangover soup on the table, and asked Lin Qiao to get up.

"Come on, have some hangover soup."

He sat on the sofa and helped Lin Qiao turn around.

Lin Qiao half-closed his eyes and opened them a little.

Mo Siting picked up the hangover soup and fed Lin Qiao spoonful by spoonful.

She opened her eyes and looked at Mo Siting.

"Open your mouth."

Lin Qiao opened her mouth obediently, and took a sip of hangover soup.

"It's hard to drink."

She pouted.

"You have to drink even if it's hard to drink, who told you to drink just now."

Lin Qiao felt aggrieved, "You're attacking me again."

Mo Siting: "..."

Lin Qiao just didn't cooperate, and leaned on the sofa, "You have to coax me, or I won't drink."

Mo Siting: "..."

He also had a rare good temper, "Okay, it's my fault, it's all my fault, why don't you take another sip?"

Mo Siting's tone seemed to be very helpful to Lin Qiao.

Lin Qiao obediently sat on the sofa, finished the soup spoon by spoon, and even burped.

Mo Siting put the bowl on the table, "Go to bed early, you have to go to school tomorrow morning."

Just as he was about to turn around, Lin Qiao grabbed the corner of his clothes with one hand.

Mo Siting's eyes froze, and when he turned around, he saw Lin Qiao grabbing his clothes, "You stay with me, or I won't sleep."

Mo Siting: "..."

Lin Qiao insisted on pulling Mo Siting, "You must agree."

What else could Mo Siting say.

Lin Qiao pawed beside him like a kitten.

"Get off your hands and sleep by yourself." Mo Siting took off Lin Qiao's paw and covered him with a quilt.

Lin Qiao didn't agree, and immediately took his hand out of the quilt, "No, I want to be with you."

Mo Siting: "..."

Lin Qiao rubbed against Mo Siting's chest, "I want you to sleep with me."

Mo Siting looked down at Lin Qiao's fluffy hair, and his thin lips were already pursed into a straight line.

"why?"

He heard three words uttered in his hoarse and deep voice.

Lin Qiao seemed to have fallen asleep, buried in Mo Siting's chest, her voice sounded like a cat meowing softly, "I like you."

Such a sentence, the tone was very light, but it hit Mo Siting's heart hard.

like……

These two words, even if he had a premonition in his heart, he kept hidden in his heart all the time, just talking to a bystander like Song Feng.

Now, hearing Lin Qiao's words in person, he froze.

After a while, when Lin Qiao fell asleep, Mo Siting lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

As soon as he went out, the door closed with a click, and the girl lying on the bed opened her eyes.

A pair of eyes are amazingly bright, and there is no trace of drunkenness!