Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Even Lu Bei, who was driving, already felt an inexplicable depression.

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips, twisted her dress with both hands, and kept glancing at the man beside her from the corner of her eye, and hesitated to speak several times.

Looking over the convenience store on the side of the road, she hastily called for a stop.

Lu Bei looked at Mo Siting for help.

Mo Siting said in a deep voice, "Stop the car."

The torrential rain came and went quickly, and now it has stopped, leaving only the accumulated water on the ground.

Qiao Zhinuan jumped out of the car dragging her long skirt, and ran towards the convenience store in a hurry, but came back within a minute, opened the car door and handed Mo Siting a bag.

"Sir, just now...I'm sorry."

Qiao Zhinuan bowed to Mo Siting again, then closed the car door, turned and left.

Mo Siting glanced at the logo on the bag, it was a well-known pharmacy, and inside was a box of ointment for reducing swelling and inflammation.

He lowered half of the car window and looked at the woman's back.

She doesn't remember him.

Looking at his eyes, there is only strange resistance.

The man's slender fingertips rubbed the medicine box in his hand, and a dim light flashed in his eyes.

It's ok.

Is it Qiao Zhinuan?

We come to Japan for a long time.

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Qiao Zhinuan went to the restroom of a nearby supermarket, took off her soaked wedding dress, and changed into a T-shirt and shorts.

I came out of the bathroom to buy some daily necessities and took them to the counter to pay.

It was late at night, and there were not many people in the supermarket.

As soon as Qiao Zhinuan walked to the cashier, she heard a voice from behind - "Whose child are you! How dare you steal food! Where are your parents?"

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head and took a look. The shopping guide pulled a little boy about three or four years old by the arm, pushed and shoved over from the back shelf, and was still cursing.

The little boy's face was dirty, his hair was disheveled, his trouser legs were covered with mud, and he was holding a half-eaten bread in his hand.

The shopping guide looked angry, "Such a young child doesn't learn well, and even learns to steal. Be careful and send you to the police station!"

The little boy took another bite of the bread and looked up at the shopping guide stubbornly.

"You still dare to stare at me?! Just steal something? This is stolen goods, you still eat it! Hurry up and report it... ouch!"

The little boy bumped his head against the shopping guide's leg, shook off her hand and ran towards the door.

The shopping guide covered his stomach and yelled: "Stop him quickly! You brat!"

"Don't chase that kid," Qiao Zhinuan said to stop him, took out the cash from the wallet and handed it to the cashier, "I'll pay for him."

Qiao Zhinuan paid the bill and walked out of the supermarket.

It's not too far from the rental house she rented, so she didn't take a taxi and walked there.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but I always feel like someone is following behind me.

She turned her head several times to look, but there was no one in the dark, and even the shadow of the lamppost was lonely.

Qiao Zhinuan's heart beat a little.

The law and order in the area of ​​the rental house is not very good. It belongs to the area to be demolished, and there are often some hooligans. If the house price is not cheap, she would not choose to rent a house here.

Qiao Zhinuan quickened her pace. The light in the corridor was out, so she picked up her phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate it.

There was a rustling sound behind him.

Qiao Zhinuan was terrified, turned around and took a look, there was a pair of shining eyes in the darkness, only three meters away from her.

She gasped, "Who?"

She took a picture with her mobile phone, and there was a dirty little boy standing in the dark, exactly the little bun who was chased by the shopping guide in the supermarket just now.