Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Afterwards, Mo Siting was still a little confused when he recalled it like this.

How did this thing happen?
It's not right to say that it will happen naturally, as if someone ignited the slow-burning fire core.

It's like the chemical reagents in the test tube, with a drop of catalyst, they will burn.

Mo Siting basically didn't close his eyes that night.

It was not uncommon for Mo Siting to stay up all night like this in previous training.

Once in the tropical rainforest, he could not close his eyes for three consecutive days, but it was nothing to him.

In the morning, Adjutant Bai called and told him to go to the airport.

He said directly, "I guess I won't be able to go back today."

Adjutant Bai immediately exploded.

"What do you mean you can't come back? Instructor! General Cui's ultimatum has already been issued." Adjutant Bai knew that since it was Mo Siting who said this, he would definitely not be coming back today.

He said, "Then when will you come back, instructor?"

Mo Siting said: "Something happened on my side. After I deal with it, I will naturally go back and write a report to General Cui."

Adjutant Bai: "..."

Just as he was about to speak, Mo Siting hung up the phone.

It was seven o'clock, but Lin Qiao hadn't gotten up yet.

Mo Siting frowned. It's almost time and he hasn't woken up yet.

"Jojo?"

He knocked twice on the door, but no one answered.

Mo Siting didn't care about anything, turned the doorknob and walked in.

The curtains were still tightly drawn, it was pitch black, and a figure curled up on the bed.

"Lin Qiao?"

Mo Siting walked straight over, Lin Qiao frowned and closed his eyes tightly.

"What time is it?" Lin Qiao woke up a little after being woken up by Mo Siting, her eyes were a little confused.

"It's seven o'clock."

Lin Qiao pondered these three words belatedly.

It's seven o'clock.

"I... I'm going to be late."

She hurriedly supported the pillow and was about to get up, the quilt wrapped around her body slipped down, revealing her neck.

There were bluish-purple hickeys on the originally fair skin.

He tried too hard yesterday.

Lin Qiao was so dizzy that she almost fell to the other side of the bed when she just sat up.

Mo Siting hurriedly supported Lin Qiao's shoulder.

"Jojo."

The quilt is down, revealing the upper body.

A large rash appeared on Lin Qiao's body.

When Mo Siting's hand touched Lin Qiao's skin, he felt hot.

"You have a fever."

Mo Siting didn't dare to delay.

It was his own soft-heartedness last night that delayed the time, otherwise Lin Qiao would not let Lin Qiao have rashes all over his body now.

Mo Siting dug Lin Qiao out of the quilt, took out a long skirt from the closet and put it on.

Lin Qiao's whole body was weak, and he would stagger a step forward, feeling dizzy.

Mo Siting put on his windbreaker for her, bent down and hugged the girl, "Go, Qiao Qiao, go to the hospital."

Lin Qiao is not in the mood to say no now.

She is really suffering.

Body itches, head hurts, and is swollen, so swollen that it's about to explode.

Mo Siting was not very familiar with Los Angeles, and he didn't know which hospital was good, so he called Song Feng to ask the address of the hospital, and drove Lin Qiao there.

To the hospital, registration.

Mo Siting had a military officer's card, so he went upstairs with Lin Qiao in his arms. After waiting for a short while on the blue public seat outside, he heard his number called.

The doctor concluded: allergies, high fever caused.

The female doctor glanced at the red rash on Lin Qiao's arms and legs, "Where else is there?"

"It's all over."

The female doctor pushed the bridge of her nose and put her glasses on, "Did you eat anything else yesterday? Or did you use something, shower gel or something like that."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Seeing Lin Qiao's expression, Mo Siting knew that she might have thought of it.

The female doctor said: "Get an IV first, you are a bit serious, go back and clean and disinfect the sheets and quilts. Throw out everything you used and ate yesterday, don't use it."

"Yes."

The female doctor prescribed the medicine, and Mo Siting was about to go out with the order, but the female doctor stopped him.

"Your girlfriend, your skin is too delicate. Don't use those messy things that make fun of you."

Mo Siting: "..."

Lin Qiao: "..."

The female doctor has already pressed the bell, "Next."

Lin Qiao looked at Mo Siting as if he wanted to ask something, so he took his arm, "Headache, let's go."

Lin Qiao was actually a little guilty.

Needless to say, everyone knew it was because of the shower gel they used last night.

Now the beds are a bit tight, so there are no beds available. The little nurse went to the infusion hall to give Lin Qiao the needle.

The needle stuck into the blood vessel on the back of the hand, and the transparent liquid medicine flowed in from the tube.

"The effect of this medicine will be a bit cold. It's best to put a hot water bottle here to warm it up."

Lin Qiao smiled, "It's fine."

But Mo Siting actually found a hot water bottle from nowhere, held it with his hand, and placed it in front of Lin Qiao's dripping needle, and put the tube on top of the hot water bottle.

"Don't do it, it's not cold."

The chair here is so big, the hot water bottle has to be half-supported by hand, and Mo Siting has to be supported by hand all the time.

Mo Siting didn't let go, "I'll change it when the water gets cold."

Lin Qiao lowered her head and landed on Mo Siting's slender and beautiful fingers.

After what happened last night, they came to the hospital with a fever and allergies, and they were thrown off their feet. Neither of them had a transitional period to think about it. Now that they calmed down, everyone around them became empty, and it seemed that only the two of them were left.

"What time is your flight today?" Lin Qiao spoke first.

"Don't go."

Lin Qiao raised her head abruptly, "What did you say?"

"I said I'm not leaving," Mo Siting said, "I won't leave until you recover."

Lin Qiao groaned, lowered her head, and was speechless again.

Although neither of them spoke, they didn't feel embarrassed.

Both of them knew each other very well.

Mo Siting suddenly asked, "Did you put something in the hangover soup yesterday?"

Lin Qiao's heart skipped a beat.

No, it was discovered.

Seeing that Lin Qiao didn't answer, Mo Siting went on to say, "You also put something on yourself, right? That's why you're allergic now."

"It's not for wiping, it's for shower gel." Lin Qiao blurted out.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized something was wrong.

She just admitted it.

Lin Qiao felt even more guilty, unable to lift her head.

Mo Siting's throat was a little hoarse, and he said in a dark voice, "Last night..."

Lin Qiao lowered her head and interrupted Mo Siting, "I... I was wrong yesterday, I just wanted to keep you. What happened last night... It doesn't matter, just treat it as if nothing happened."

Mo Siting's brows were sullen, "Who said nothing happened?"

"..."

Lin Qiao blinked, not quite understanding what Mo Siting meant.

She bit her lip, "That... If you want to say, then what happened, I... I admit it was my fault, I shouldn't be the bully and give you to that... I swear I will never I dare not."

Mo Siting: "..."