Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

As soon as Mo Siting leaned over to fasten her seat belt, she kept wriggling and said harshly, "I warn you, if you dare to touch me, I'll call my husband to fix you!"

Mo Siting let out a chuckle, "Who is your husband?"

"My husband..." Qiao Zhinuan paused, pouted as if suddenly thinking of something, "My husband... I don't have a husband."

When Mo Siting heard this, his expression darkened instantly.

"Say it again, huh?"

His threatening words made Qiao Zhinuan hear the elements of danger and vigilance.

She shivered for a moment, pulled the seat belt and wanted to get out of the car, "I won't be with you anymore, you are a weirdo."

Mo Siting: "..."

Wang Ziqi: "..."

She has seen another side of Qiao Zhinuan that no one knows.

Fortunately, there was nothing else to do on the road, and we arrived at the hotel smoothly.

Wang Ziqi opened the door and got out of the car, thanking Mo Siting.

"This is a hotel owned by my Mo family, just go in and report my name."

Wang Ziqi made an OK gesture, "Okay, then I'll be impolite, I'm really tight right now."

Although she has a rich boyfriend like Huo Jing, she is not materialistic and never asks for anything.

Mo Siting drove away.

Wang Ziqi looked at the shadow of the car going away, silently envious of Qiao Zhinuan in her heart.

It is a kind of luck to find a man who can hang by his side to tolerate her unconditionally after going through wind and rain.

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Qiao Zhinuan fell into a drowsy state along the way, until the car stopped, and Mo Siting came to unbuckle her seat belt.

Qiao Zhinuan did it instinctively, and then saw the hand on his chest.

"rogue!"

Qiao Zhinuan slapped the handsome face in front of him.

"..."

With a click, Mo Siting unbuckled his seat belt.

Qiao Zhinuan covered her chest with both hands, "If you want to take advantage of me, don't even think about it!"

Mo Siting stroked his forehead, "Get out of the car."

Today happened to send Mo Xiaomo to the Mo family's mansion to show to the old couple. They were the only two of them who came in Fenglin Garden.

However, Qiao Zhinuan just refused to get out of the car.

She leaned her hand on the door frame, "I want to call the police!"

Mo Siting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and folded his arms, "Why are you reporting to the police? I'm your husband."

"You're talking nonsense, I'm not married yet, I'm still a little fairy."

"..."

Mo Siting followed her, "Yes, you are a fairy, and it's time for a fairy to go back to her own home and sleep. It's even more dangerous in the car."

Qiao Zhinuan looked over Mo Siting's shoulder with blurred eyes, "Is this my house?"

"Well, it's your home."

"Wow, it's so big."

Qiao Zhinuan's blurred eyes sparkled with starlight, "Let's go then, you sent me back, I'll invite you in anyway."

When he came to the door, Mo Siting pressed the password for the electronic lock.

Qiao Zhinuan asked suspiciously: "How do you know the password of my house?"

"You told me."

Qiao Zhinuan blinked her eyes and thought about it, but she still didn't remember it, so she simply shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

When she walked in, her sight was completely occupied by such a big house, and she was even more delighted.

"Is this really my house?"

"Yes, half of you are on the real estate certificate."

Mo Siting squatted down and changed Qiao Zhinuan's shoes.

Qiao Zhinuan seemed to be here for the first time, she was curious everywhere and kept wandering around, she was simply Miss Surprise.

Mo Siting followed behind, with his arms folded and the corners of his lips drawn in a shallow arc. When Qiao Zhinuan asked some very mentally retarded questions, he would explain them very patiently.

An hour later, when Mo Siting came out of the kitchen with hangover soup, he saw Qiao Zhinuan had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

She might be really tired.

Mo Siting came over, patted her on the shoulder, and handed her the hangover soup.

"Drink some hangover soup, Jojo."

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes opened a crack, and when he saw Mo Siting, he pursed his lips, and instinctively took a couple of sips of hangover soup.

"No more."

Mo Siting put the hangover soup on the coffee table, hugged Qiao Zhinuan, and walked upstairs.

He changed Qiao Zhinuan's pajamas, especially washed her face, and went to the bathroom to take a simple shower, with Qiao Zhinuan in his arms upstairs.

Qiao Zhinuan started to be dishonest.

She was drinking, her body was very hot, and she was writhing constantly.

In this way, when the skin is touching each other, if you twist it, it is easy to misfire.

What's more, this is a gun that hasn't fired for several months.

In the dark night, Mo Si Ting's black eyes suddenly had a red light.

He looked at Qiao Zhinuan's flushed face, suppressed his hoarse voice, "Qiao Qiao, sleep."

Qiao Zhinuan narrowed her eyes, stretched out her hand and hooked it around his neck, and pressed her lips against his neck.

It was very cold, which relieved Qiao Zhinuan's hot breath.

But it ignited a fire that kept wandering from Mo Siting's chest to his lower abdomen.

He immediately turned from the superficial kiss to the customer.

In the master bedroom, the temperature kept rising.

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The next day.

When Qiao Zhinuan woke up, she immediately saw this handsome face magnified in front of her.

The memory of last night has been fragmented, only some intermittent memories are still flashing in my mind.

Mo Siting also woke up.

He was the same as before, the two of them still had the habit of every day before the cold stand, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

After the kiss fell, the two of them were a little stunned for a while.

Taking advantage of the second that Mo Siting was stunned, Qiao Zhinuan got up from Mo Siting's arms and got off the bed.

She has no clothes on.

She picked up the scattered clothes from the floor mat and put them on.

As if what happened last night never happened, the two resumed their cold war since the wedding.

Mo Siting looked at the woman's back, and the moment she got dressed and stood up, he reached out and took Qiao Zhinuan's hand.

"Jojo."

Qiao Zhinuan broke away from Mo Siting's grasp, and walked outside.

A flame was spreading in Mo Siting's chest, and this flame was gradually burning vigorously.

He stepped forward with long legs, and at the second when Qiao Zhinuan had already unscrewed the doorknob, he pushed forward with his hand and closed the door again.

Qiao Zhinuan faced the door panel and didn't speak.

Mo Siting said, "How long are you going to make trouble?"

This sentence became a spark that ignited the fuse of this Cold War.

Qiao Zhinuan turned around, raised her head, her eyes touched those faint finger marks on Mo Siting's bare chest, and she paused for words.

"You think I'm making trouble? Am I making trouble for no reason?"

"I didn't say that, I just thought we should go back to the way we were before."