Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Han Xiangjun moved his lips, but didn't speak immediately.

She glanced at Qiao Zhinuan, "Didn't Si Ting tell you about this?"

If Mo Siting had said it, Qiao Zhinuan wouldn't have asked about it.

"No."

"Hey," Han Xiangjun sighed, "Then let Si Ting tell you. He knows what happened at that time, and we just know the general idea."

Now that Han Xiangjun has already said this, Qiao Zhinuan can't be more embarrassing.

"it is good."

The dinner was made by the servants, so I made a few extra dishes.

When the servant came to report that Han Xiangjun's dishes were ready, Han Xiangjun didn't immediately call for dinner.

At this moment, the door at the entrance was opened from the outside, and a man's voice came in.

Mo Siting didn't wear a formal suit today, but a long black overcoat, reflecting his slender body.

Han Xiangjun said happily: "Si Ting is here, are you working overtime today? Why are you back late?"

"Well, there just so happens to be a meeting."

Mo Siting took off his coat and handed it to the servant next to him.

Qiao Zhinuan was playing with Mo Xiaomo's toys with her. She cast her eyes over there, then lowered her head and continued with what she was doing.

Han Xiangjun called Qiao Zhinuan: "Zhi Nuan, come over to eat, Si Ting is back, and, Xiao Mo, go upstairs and call your grandpa."

Mo Xiaomo got up straight from the thick floor, ran towards the stairs with short legs, and went upstairs in a hurry.

The three sat at the dining table first, and after a few minutes, they saw Mo Xiaomo pulling Mo Chongfeng down the stairs.

The old and the young seemed to have some sense of joy.

Han Xiangjun picked up his chopsticks, "You have become a distinguished guest, and I want my grandson to go upstairs and ask you to come down."

Mo Siting snorted, "This is my little Mo's grandson's willingness, isn't it, Xiao Mo?"

Mo Xiaomo also nodded very cooperatively.

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips and laughed.

Looking at the lives of Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo is the real breath of life. It made her feel that even though the two elders had quarreled and made mistakes when they were young, they can still be together now most important.

While eating, Han Xiangjun kept winking at Mo Chongfeng.

How do you put it, before letting the three of them come over, they said they would mediate the conflicts in this family, but now, they eat with their heads down and don't say a word.

Even Mo Chongfeng lowered his head, as if he hadn't received Han Xiangjun's "signal".

Han Xiangjun finally couldn't bear it any longer, and kicked Mo Chongfeng's leg directly.

Mo Chongfeng snorted.

He blew on his beard, and glanced at Mo Xiaomo who was beside him, "Children are all dishonest, sit there and be honest, eating is eating, don't move around."

Han Xiangjun: "..."

Mo Xiaomo, who lay innocently lying on the gun: "..."

After dinner, Han Xiangjun saw that the old man wanted to go upstairs again, so he took the initiative to stop him first, and said in a low voice: "Didn't we agree? Be more serious now!"

Mo Chongfeng had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and said to Mo Siting who was in the living room, "Si Ting, follow me upstairs to the study, I have something to tell you."

"Yes."

Mo Chongfeng looked at the boss, and it was clearly written in his eyes: Are you satisfied?
Han Xiangjun snorted and turned around, and asked the maid to bring a fruit plate.

"Zhi Nuan, are you and Si Ting having a fight?"

Han Xiangjun came over, looking like he was having a heart-to-heart conversation.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "No, we're fine."

"Don't hide it from me. Don't I know what a normal couple looks like?"

She shook her head, "I know, Si Ting is big-minded and has a bad temper. He also follows his father a little bit. He has a very stubborn temper. If there is anything that you think can't be solved, you must tell me and let me know." I will teach him a good lesson with his father."

"No, it's all because of my own reasons."

"Don't hide it from me, you kid," Han Xiangjun said. "Actually, when I was young, I was as stubborn as you, but in fact, time is the best medicine. We are the stones with hard edges and corners everywhere, and they will be rounded by running water."

Qiao Zhinuan was suddenly taken aback.

She remembered that as early as five years ago, when she had a difficult pregnancy in October and had to deal with everything, including Mo Siting's ignorance and her strong yearning for Mo Siting, Zheng Yanran and Sister Ming All told her.

Time is the best medicine.

At that time, it was a good medicine for forgetting.

But now, it is a good medicine for running in.

Upstairs, in the study, Mo Chongfeng asked directly: "When are you going to have a wedding with Zhi Nuan?"

"It will take a while," Mo Siting said, "She has just recovered."

"Recover what? You caused this incident. Now you sincerely go to her to apologize and explain the matter clearly. Do you still want your son to continue to have no mother? "

Mo Siting's face was hidden in the shadows, "Dad, you don't need to worry about this matter."

"Right now, rumors are spreading all over the place. Xiaomo is still young, but he already has memories! You are his biological parents, but you are not married. What do you make people outside think? What can't be done well? I came here after discussing it."

Mo Siting opened the door wide and walked out.

In his mind, he kept replaying Mo Chongfeng's words over and over again.

He knew Qiao Zhinuan's character well.

Now, they can still be together, he chased her back slowly, even if the process was a little bit painful.

But once this matter is put on the table and spread out, there will be no room for maneuver.

On the way back, Qiao Zhinuan was sitting in the co-pilot, and Mo Xiaomo was sitting in the child seat in the back, holding a newly "favored" toy in his hand, having a great time playing, as if he didn't know the current atmosphere.

When they arrived at Fenglin Garden, Qiao Zhinuan unfastened his seat belt and went down, opened the back door to hug Mo Xiaomo.

Mo Siting sat in the car without moving for a while.

He lowered the car window and lit a cigarette, the cigarette butt rising up into a cloud of smoke.

Qiao Zhinuan dragged Mo Xiaomo upstairs, took off the toy he had been playing with and put it aside, squatted down, and supported Xiao Baozi's shoulders.

"Xiaomo, Auntie wants to ask you a question."

Mo Xiaomo nodded.

"If I were to separate from your dad, who would you be with?"

When Qiao Zhinuan asked this sentence, her heart was in a mess, and it became a mess.

Mo Xiaomo blinked his eyes, he almost thought he heard it wrong.

[Little Qiao, are you leaving?You must take me with you when you go!Little Joe, don't abandon me! 】