Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Song Feng and Zheng Yanran, who had just walked over, just heard Lin Qiao's words "from the heart", and Song Feng's jaw almost dropped in shock.

What?
Did he hear it wrong?
Zheng Yanran dragged Song Feng to hide behind the wall, "Look, what did I say, it's best to make a phone call to ask before coming here, that's good, let's put it on."

Song Feng: "I didn't expect it to be so explosive."

He had heard Mo Siting call, saying that Lin Qiao was sick and looking for a doctor, so he brought Zheng Yanran over to have a look, who knew...

When Lin Qiao wanted to go to the bathroom, Zheng Yanran pushed the infusion stand, "I'll accompany you."

Song Feng took the opportunity to pull Mo Siting aside, "Are you... broken?"

Mo Siting asked, "Do you have any cigarettes on you?"

"Have."

Without further ado, Mo Siting took Song Feng to the smoking room.

The smoking room was filled with smoke.

Mo Siting went in, lit a cigarette with the butt, and put it on his lips.

Since last night, I have been feeling dry and itchy in my throat, addicted to cigarettes, until now I finally took a puff.

The smell of tobacco dissipated in an instant, and Mo Siting exhaled a mouthful of smoke and narrowed his eyes.

Song Feng leaned aside, "Are you a cigarette after the fact, is it better than a living god?"

Mo Siting didn't speak.

Song Feng continued to shake his head, "You are really... so lucky, it's the first time that such a little girl can give Bawang a hard bow, you..."

Before Song Feng could finish his sentence, Mo Siting kicked him on the calf and almost lost his footing.

Mo Siting put out the cigarette butt in the trash can beside him, and walked out, "I guess I'll stay here for a few more days."

Song Feng said: "That's good, I'll bring you my document tomorrow, and you can refer to it for me."

Mo Siting stuck it in his pocket and made an OK gesture.

He went downstairs to the hospital and bought Lin Qiao a cup of soy milk and a basket of soup dumplings.

Song Feng followed beside him, "I'm hungry too."

"Go buy it yourself."

Mo Siting touched the water in the hot water bottle and the water temperature had dropped. He passed the soy milk to Lin Qiao, put on disposable gloves for her, and asked her to eat the soup dumplings while holding the hot water bottle to change the water.

Song Feng clicked his lips aside, "I really didn't expect Mo Siting to have such attributes."

Zheng Yanran snorted, "A man is better than you."

"Why are you better than me?" Song Feng said, "I'm at home. I don't wash dishes and do housework. Where can you find a good man like me? Don't look at Mo Siting just pretending now. When I got home, I still don’t know how to throw away the shopkeeper.”

Lin Qiao snorted when he heard it, "Mo Siting is not a shopkeeper at home. In addition to washing dishes and doing housework, he can also cook a table of delicious dishes comparable to a five-star chef. Can you?"

Song Feng: "..."

Of course he can't.

It wasn't him who worked as a helper next to a world-class celebrity chef.

"He can also tutor me in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and can solve difficult competition problems, will you?"

"I……"

"Even if you can do it, can you speak clearly better than the teacher? You can't compare to Mo Siting in anything."

Song Feng: "..."

He folded his arms, nodded and laughed twice, "It's really different, and it's starting to protect my shortcomings."

Speaking of which, Lin Qiao and Mo Siting are really very similar, as long as they are their own, they will regard him more than themselves.

Song Feng and Zheng Yanran were no longer here as light bulbs, and left after a while.

Lin Qiao rested her head on Mo Siting's shoulder, looking at the drops of liquid dripping down from the bottle placed on the front shelf.

She pursed her dry lips, and just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized that she had been touched on the head.

She looked sideways, only to realize that Mo Siting had tilted his head, almost touching her head.

Taking a closer look, the man's eyes were already closed.

Fell asleep?
Lin Qiao suddenly found it interesting.

She always thought that Mo Siting was an invincible iron warrior, and now she sometimes fell asleep in the infusion hall where he came and went!

Taking a closer look, there was a shadow on Mo Siting's lower eyelid.

She remembered that when Mo Siting was carrying her along the way, his eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that he didn't sleep at all last night.

He...didn't sleep last night.

Lin Qiao leaned on his shoulder, raised her hand that was not on a drip, and put it on the back of the man's hand.

In fact, she felt that some of the novels were not completely correct.

For example, what kind of refreshing feeling did Zhu Ting talk about.

But one thing is true.

Doing that kind of thing with someone you like is addictive.

Two hours later, after Lin Qiao finished his drip, the fever subsided.

Mo Siting went to get the medicine, asked how to use it, and then pulled Lin Qiao back.

In the car, Lin Qiao couldn't help but move Mo Siting's hand for a while, and touch his Adam's apple for a while, causing the taxi driver in front to keep looking back from the rearview mirror.

Mo Siting frowned, and pulled Lin Qiao's hand down, "Sit down for me, don't move."

Lin Qiao leaned on Mo Siting's shoulder and clasped fingers with him instead.

Mo Si Ting is still not used to this way of holding hands.

Lin Qiao said: "You can't change it, you can only get used to it slowly."

Mo Siting looked down at Lin Qiao's hand, which was held in his own. His fingernails were neatly trimmed, as if they were pure white shells.

Lin Qiao was ill and asked the class teacher for leave early in the morning.

Li Yufeng, the homeroom teacher, also knew that Mo Siting had come back to discipline Lin Qiao these days, so she was not afraid of what would happen to the girl, so she granted her a vacation.

Lin Qiao was afraid that Mo Siting would leave, no matter where he went, he followed behind.

Mo Siting went to the bathroom, and Lin Qiao followed outside.

He stood at the door, "I'm going to the toilet, you go too?"

Lin Qiao was also a thin-skinned girl, she rubbed her nose, "I'll wait for you outside."

Mo Siting didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Lin Qiao called into the bathroom: "Call me if you need anything!"

Mo Siting: "..."

When Mo Siting came out of the bathroom, he threw Lin Qiao's shower gel beside the bathtub.

"and also."

Lin Qiao blinked her innocent eyes, "What else?"

Mo Siting raised his eyebrows.

Lin Qiao knew she couldn't hide it from Mo Siting, so she took the small medicine bottle out of the drawer.

Mo Siting took a look at the English instructions on it, twitched the corner of his mouth, and immediately raised his hand and threw the medicine bottle into the trash can, "What is that?"

"It's nothing, nothing, I just bought these two."

With quick eyes and hands, Mo Siting took out a small round box from the drawer that Lin Qiao was about to close, with the words lubricating oil gleaming in it.