Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Regardless of whether this method is true or not, Mo Siting has to give it a try.

Qiao Zhinuan really slept for too long.

The doctor also said that he should have woken up.

…………

At this time, the hospital.

Qiao Zhinuan's ward was empty.

For some reason, the two bodyguards at the door, one on each side, fell to the ground and fell asleep.

At this moment, two people walked over quietly.

The man wore a mask and sunglasses, and walked quietly in soft leather boots.

Behind him, the bodyguard in black stretched out his hand to push the door open, and turned to help the man open it, and the man walked in.

The bodyguard in black closed the door behind him.

The man approached the bed.

He looked down at the woman lying on the hospital bed quietly.

The woman's lip color was very light, as if there was no color at all, and the curled and thick eyelashes fell on the eyelids, casting a deep shadow.

The man pulled out his chair and sat down, took off his sunglasses and mask and put them aside.

"Qiaoqiao, you really bruised yourself all over. Is this love worth it?"

Qiao Zhinuan didn't respond, and seemed to be just listening quietly, her breathing had become shallow.

"Du Tao...it was my fault. I didn't intend to target you. Du Tao is just a puppet, a blunt knife. What he did to you once was doomed. It will be fine, this time, I have avenged you, it is my fault, I admit it."

The man's voice was getting deeper and deeper, and it sounded a little hoarse.

"Glikin's matter was done on my own initiative. I thought that you would have a good life if you forgot those unpleasant things in the past, but in fact, I was wrong again."

The man paused, and took the initiative to hold Qiao Zhinuan's slender and pale hand.

"Jojo..."

dong dong dong.

There was a knock at the door.

The man in black said in a low voice: "Master, I found that Mo Siting's car has already driven into the hospital."

The expression in the man's eyes suddenly became awe-inspiring, and he narrowed his eyes.

He stood up, picked up the sunglasses and mask, took a deep look at the woman lying on the hospital bed, turned and walked out.

The man in black guided the man towards another elevator.

Mo Siting was driving the car, and sitting behind the car were old monk Xu Fan and his apprentice Qing De.

Sitting on the child seat was Mo Xiaomo.

Mo Xiaomo turned his head to look out of the car window.

I have never shown such curiosity and novelty to the scenery outside the window.

Glancing at the rear seat in the rearview mirror, Mo Siting turned the steering wheel and drove slowly into the hospital.

While he was waiting for the horizontal bar at the entrance of the hospital to rise, a black commercial vehicle drove out on the other side.

Mo Siting just glanced at it, and drove in amidst the electronic sound of the license plate number being read.

He parked the car, carried Mo Xiaomo out of the car, and led the two monks behind him into the hospital building.

Arriving at the floor of Qiao Zhinuan's ward, from a distance, he saw the two bodyguards who were supposed to be standing at the door, but they were lying on the ground in a mess.

On the side, a little nurse was patting the shoulder of the bodyguard.

"Hey, wake up."

The bodyguard was woken up by the slap, and rubbing his eyes, his gaze fell on Mo Siting, who was walking over quickly from behind, "President."

Mo Siting's eyes were gloomy. He opened the door immediately and saw the woman lying motionless on the bed. He reached out to touch the temperature of her fingers, but he was still worried and asked the nurse to come in and check again.

He came out, "What's going on?"

The two bodyguards were completely awake.

"We didn't know either. We were all standing at the door, but we suddenly smelled a strange smell. Before we could react, someone gave it to the back of our heads."

The back of my head still hurts.

Mo Siting's eyes suddenly froze.The model of a car came to mind.

He immediately turned around, ran towards the elevator, and desperately pressed the button of the elevator.

Just, it's too late.

That car has already left.

Mo Siting stood at the entrance of the hospital, looked at the endless traffic at the intersection, and called Lu Bei, "Send me the black commercial vehicle that was photographed behind the abandoned factory that day."

Lu Bei didn't know why, but he still sent the photo.

Looking at the black commercial vehicle in this photo, Mo Siting couldn't help but clenched the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

actually……

Just watched this person slip away!

only……

A dark cloud gradually swept over Mo Siting's heart.

The bodyguards he arranged for Qiao Zhinuan were definitely skilled and alert enough.

But in this state, people can be unconsciously stunned.

The other party, who is it!

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At this time, inpatient department, VIP floor.

Outside Qiao Zhinuan's ward.

The two bodyguards with big arms and two short monks looked at each other.

Qing pulled the old monk's clothes, "Master, tell me, why do you let the little brother in now?"

"In the dark, the Buddha has his own destiny."

"what?"

Xu Fan glanced at Qingde, "Didn't you also say that he couldn't be my apprentice, why are you calling out the younger brother now?"

Qingde scratched his bald head, "I suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with this matter."

Xu Fan shook his head, and took Qingde apprentice to the side of the public seat and sat down, "We just need to wait."

After Mo Siting came back, he glanced at the four people in the corridor.

The bodyguard stepped forward and said, "President, the young master is in Miss Qiao's ward."

Mo Siting took a look, and his fingers had already covered the doorknob.

Behind him, there was a sound of Amitabha.

Xu Fan clasped his hands together, "Benefactor, if you go in now, all your previous efforts will be in vain."

Mo Siting turned around, "So now?"

"Please benefactor, please wait, Chunming."

Mo Xiaomo came to Qiao Zhinuan's ward.

He stood cautiously at the door, as if there was no place to put his hands and feet, and stared at the woman beside the bed with some embarrassment. After a while, about a few minutes, he came over.

In just a few days, he also lost weight, and he was no longer as round and chubby as before when Qiao Zhinuan was eating and drinking every day.

He looked at Qiao Zhinuan who was lying on the bed, with a pair of big eyes like black grapes, staring quietly without blinking.

Suddenly, for some reason, the tears formed a mist of tears, and then a large tear fell down, hitting Qiao Zhinuan's intact side of the face.

He hugged Qiao Zhinuan's arm, sobbing and crying.

From the beginning of his voice, which was slightly suppressed, to the end of crying and sobbing, his voice gradually weakened.

No one bothered him.

In such a quiet environment, his crying sound was extraordinarily clear.

Tears fell on Qiao Zhinuan's face, and the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Mo Xiaomo had cried enough, wiped her red eyes, leaned over Qiao Zhinuan's pillow, and whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry, Mom."