Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan recovered from her frightened tone, and she squatted down, "Why did you follow, where is your mother?"

The little bun stared at her without saying a word.

Qiao Zhinuan led him out of the supermarket first, "Where did you get lost with your mother?"

Xiao Baozi's dark eyes were like obsidian, which made Qiao Zhinuan feel worried.

"Do you know your mother's mobile phone number?" She raised her mobile phone, "I can call her and ask her to pick you up."

Little Baozi still didn't speak.

Qiao Zhinuan sighed. Seeing the child's stubbornness in the supermarket, she knew that he would not speak. She took the initiative to hold Xiao Baozi's hand, "Come to my house first."

The rental house with one bedroom and one living room is simply decorated.

Qiao Zhinuan put the things in her hand aside, went to the bathroom, twisted a clean towel, and came out to help Xiao Baozi wipe his face.

Little Baozi's face was covered with floating dust, and after wiping it off, he revealed a fair little face with a little baby fat, and a pair of dark eyes that were especially bright.

coo.

The little bun's stomach growled.

"Hungry?" Qiao Zhinuan pinched Xiao Baozi's fleshy cheek, "In the future, if you are hungry, you can't just take other people's things, remember to pay for it."

Little Baozi pursed his mouth in grievance, jumped off the sofa, went to the trash can to find the discarded packaging bag, unfolded it in front of Qiao Zhinuan, poked it with his little finger, and gestured twice.

Qiao Zhinuan noticed the date on the back of the packaging bag at a glance.

It has expired.

She remembered that there were a lot of expired things at the back of the supermarket, which were to be shipped out and thrown away, and she immediately understood what Xiao Baozi was trying to say.

Qiao Zhinuan lowered her head distressedly and rubbed the little bun's forehead, "Auntie is going to cook noodles for you. You can't eat expired food in the future, or you will have a stomachache."

She went to the kitchen to cook two servings of noodles, one big and one small, and put them in front of Xiao Baozi.

White noodles, green vegetables, red tomato slices, and a poached egg on top.

The little bun smelled it, his eyes lit up, and he was about to grab it immediately.

"It's hot, use chopsticks."

Xiao Baozi held the chopsticks in his small hand and rested them on his palm, he didn't listen to them, he frowned angrily.

Only then did Qiao Zhinuan realize that this little bun doesn't know how to use chopsticks.

"Come on, let me feed you."

She couldn't learn chopsticks in a short time, so Qiao Zhinuan pulled over the chair, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and fed them to Xiao Baozi.

After eating two bites of the little bun, her round eyes stared at Qiao Zhinuan's hand holding the chopsticks. Before she finished eating, her little hand crawled over the table and took Qiao Zhinuan's chopsticks. The little hand held the chopsticks in a very correct posture.

Qiao Zhinuan was a little surprised, she put the small bowl on the table, "Try it yourself."

Xiao Baozi picked up the noodles with chopsticks, sucked them into his mouth, and looked at Qiao Zhinuan with a look of inviting pets.

"You're awesome." Qiao Zhinuan touched the little bun's head.

The little bun raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

Qiao Zhinuan rested her chin and observed the little bun. She had exquisite facial features, and her fair skin was like freshly peeled egg whites, especially her pair of eyes, which were inexplicably familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before.

After eating, she tried to ask Xiao Baozi for his home address again, but Xiao Baozi shook his head.

"Then do you have your parents' phone numbers? Auntie must call your parents, or your family will worry."

Xiao Baozi pursed his lips, and suddenly jumped off the sofa, took Qiao Zhinuan's phone and dialed a number by himself.

After the call was connected, Xiao Baozi tapped the phone a few times, and a hoarse male voice came from inside.

"Mo Xiaomo?"

Xiao Baozi tapped the phone twice more, then handed the phone to Qiao Zhinuan.

"Hello, are you the parent of the child?"

On the other end of the phone, Mo Siting narrowed his eyes when he heard the clear voice, "Yes."

Qiao Zhinuan felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

"Your son is at my house now, it's like this, I'll go tonight..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a voice from the receiver, "What is your address...?"

Qiao Zhinuan was taken aback for a moment, and gave his address.

"I'll pick him up in a while, what's your name, Miss?"

"My last name is Joe."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Zhinuan was still a little dizzy, and looked at the dimmed screen, that's it?

Xiao Baozi could see that he was very happy, showing a mouthful of glutinous rice teeth and smiling.

Qiao Zhinuan adjusted a cartoon for Xiao Baozi, then put on an apron and went to wash the dishes.

When I came out, I saw Xiao Baozi sitting on the sofa, hugging a pillow, his sleepy little head was moving, and his eyes could no longer be opened.

Qiao Zhinuan carried him to her single bed, sat on the edge of the bed, patted Xiao Baozi's back lightly, feeling soft in his heart.

If her child is still alive, it will be this big.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Qiao Zhinuan thought that the child's father had come, so she hurriedly got up and went to open the door.

"why you?!"