Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Ice emperor green.

When Qiao Zhinuan first started working three years ago, she worked with Fu Liangshen on a design project for a jade exhibition.

In order to keep improving, she studied jade and jadeite for three months.

Therefore, she immediately recognized the priceless ice emperor green jadeite in the palm of her hand.

Mo Siting watched Qiao Zhinuan staring at the necklace in his palm without saying a word, and raised his eyebrows, "Do you like it? I gave it to you."

In the next second, Qiao Zhinuan took off the necklace from his neck and stuffed it back into Mo Siting's hand.

"I do not want."

Mo Siting's face was a little gloomy, "Why?"

Why?
Qiao Zhinuan exhaled slowly.

"I'm sorry."

Mo Siting looked at the woman's cherry-like rosy mouth, which was close at hand, and suddenly narrowed his eyebrows, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Qiao Zhinuan noticed it and wanted to tilt her head, but Mo Siting pinched her jaw, "Don't hide."

There was a hint of aggression in the kiss, and the flexible tip of the tongue licked and swept her mouth wantonly, and the air in the lungs seemed to be swept away by the man.

Qiao Zhinuan leaned on the man's shoulder and gasped.

The man put on this emerald necklace around his neck again.

"I give it, you want it."

Qiao Zhinuan touched the emerald, and was held down by the man, with a little anger in his thick eyes, "Don't you dare to try to pick it again."

Forced tone, domineering tone.

She sighed inwardly and let go.

Just wear it.

Mo Siting took her to a restaurant for dinner, Chinese food this time.

Qiao Zhinuan remembered the aggrieved look in Xiao Baozi's eyes when he was leaving during the day, "Where's Mo Xiaomo?"

"To his grandma's house."

Mo Siting ordered a few dishes and asked the waiter to serve them.

"Do you eat out every day?"

"more or less."

"It's not good to eat outside often. No matter how clean the outside is, it's not as clean and healthy as cooking it yourself."

Qiao Zhinuan took apart a pair of chopsticks, was carefully observing the woodcut patterns on them, and said this casually.

As soon as the words fell, there was a moment of silence before she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Oh, sorry, I..."

Mo Siting had already stood up, took off the clothes from the hanger at the back, came over to pull her up and walked outside.

"Where are you going?"

Just as Lu Bei at the door sat down to take a sip of tea, he saw the door of the box open and almost spit out the half-drinked tea in his mouth, so he hurriedly followed.

Mo Siting ordered: "Cancel the order just now."

"Yes." Then where to eat...

Lu Bei didn't even ask.

Obviously, Qiao Zhinuan didn't understand it at all.

Until the car stopped in front of a supermarket.

Mo Siting opened the car door, "Get down."

Qiao Zhinuan was a little stunned, "Want to go to the supermarket?"

"Well, buy some ingredients," Mo Siting said, "Didn't you say eating outside is unhygienic?"

Qiao Zhi Nuan was in the fog, so he was led by Mo Siting to walk in.

Lu Bei was also in a daze.

The big boss wants to go to the supermarket?
Do you want to call the supermarket manager to clear the place first!
But the big boss didn't speak up, and he couldn't make up his own mind, so he followed behind and played by ear.

Qiao Zhinuan was led into the supermarket by Mo Siting's waist, and the man asked in her ear, "Push a trolley?"

"it is good."

Her ears were a little itchy from his breath, and she moved to the side.

The man pushed the cart with one hand, and held Qiao Zhinuan's hand with the other.

Ever since Mo Siting came in, it had caused quite a commotion in the supermarket.

"Look at that man! He looks like a star!"

"Probably not, I haven't seen him before."

"very handsome!"

Before the two of them came out of the supermarket, photos of their backs holding hands while shopping in the supermarket had already been posted on the Internet, attracting crazy likes and reposts.

Lu Bei hastily summoned emergency crisis public relations, and saw that it was only the back, so he didn't do much to deal with it.

Later, many years later, this scene, which has become a classic street photography, can still be found on the Internet.

Among the dazzling array of shelves, when the woman lowered her eyes, she inadvertently lifted her long hair from the sideburns, revealing the tender white skin behind her ears.

The man was pushing the cart with one hand, and the other was around the woman's waist. He turned his head to look at the slightly lowered woman, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting.

…………

Qiao Zhinuan didn't expect that Mo Siting would bring things to her rented house to cook.

"Aren't you going to Fenglin Garden?"

"You want to go?"

"It is not……"

She saw Mo Siting as a wealthy young man who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He had never suffered anything since he was a child. The last time he came to the place where she lived, he was already condescending.

Qiao Zhinuan found the key, opened the door, and let Mo Siting go in first.

Although the house she rents out is small, it is very clean.

Qiao Zhinuan poured Mo Siting a glass of water and told her to sit by the sofa and cook in the kitchen by herself.

Mo Siting drank two sips of water, got up, leaned against the kitchen door, and looked at the figure of the busy woman.

The slender and thin woman wore a light yellow apron around her waist. She was chopping vegetables with a very skillful knife in front of the cooking table, and the kitchen knife made a crisp clicking sound on the cutting board.

Qiao Zhinuan forgot to tie her hair when she came in. Now she lowered her head to cut vegetables, her hair on both sides ran forward and fell on both sides of her cheeks, her hands were covered with water, she could only use her elbows and shoulders to brush her hair aside.

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out and helped her grab the hair on both sides back.

She turned her head and saw that it was Mo Siting, and was startled.

"How did you get in?"

The kitchen is small and can only accommodate one person to turn around.

When she turned around like this, she was almost in contact with Mo Siting's body.

"What about the hair tie?"

Qiao Zhinuan raised her wrist, "Here."

Mo Siting took off the black hair tie from Qiao Zhinuan's wrist, and helped her to tie her hair into two simple strands.

"Thank you."

Qiao Zhinuan saw that Mo Siting had tied her hair but still didn't plan to go out.

Mo Siting slowly rolled up his sleeves, "I'll wash the vegetables for you."

Qiao Zhinuan quickly said, "No need, I can do it by myself."

"use."

The man has already put his slender hands into the basin, and has begun to wash the lentils in the basin.

"That carrot is in a stainless steel basin," Qiao Zhinuan put the winter melon slices on a plate, "Give me the lentils."

Mo Siting handed her the ingredients.

When Qiao Zhinuan took it, an indescribable complexity suddenly surged in her heart.

She chops vegetables, he washes them.

He accompanied her to cook in the kitchen. This feeling suddenly felt like home.

This is something Qiao Zhinuan has never experienced since the death of her father and brother.

Now in such a cramped small kitchen, I have found this long-lost warmth again.

She was in a daze for a moment, and the kitchen knife in her hand cut off her finger inadvertently.

"what……"

Qiao Zhinuan let out a low cry, and saw that a large amount of blood had sprung from her fingers.

The man frowned deeply, held Qiao Zhinuan's fingers and put them in his mouth.

Qiao Zhinuan's index finger felt wet and warm, and his eyes widened.

"Mo Siting, you..."

The fingertips curled up slightly unconsciously.

The nerve endings seemed to have been electrified, flowing along the fingers, all the way to the limbs, and Qiao Zhinuan's finger pain was completely replaced by numbness.

Mo Siting swept Qiao Zhinuan's incision with the tip of his tongue, held it for a while, and then took it out. The bleeding was no longer there.

He took her wrist and rinsed it under the running water, "Do you have bandages at home?"

"Yes, in the third drawer."

Qiao Zhinuan pointed to the drawer under the TV cabinet.

Mo Siting strode over, took out a waterproof band-aid from inside, turned around and walked over, took her wrist and stuck it on her finger.

The stickers are neat and tidy, meticulous.

Qiao Zhinuan couldn't help laughing at the serious expression, this man must have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Mo Siting looked up at her, "Can you still cook? How about we go out to eat?"

This time Qiao Zhinuan finally couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, don't interfere with me, I won't be able to cut it."

After ordering food outside, he said to come back to cook and eat, and then went out to eat while cooking, Qiao Zhinuan was about to be defeated by this man.

She was about to turn around, but Mo Si Ting grabbed her waist, pushed her back, and brought her to the cooking table.

"Why am I bothering you, huh?"

Qiao Zhinuan's already calm heart began to beat anxiously again, and the man's provocative warm breath made her face gradually burn.

"Don't flirt."

She turned her face away, not to look at his dangerous eyes that swept everything like a deep pool.

Mo Siting smiled lightly and kissed her hair, "Why did I tease you? I was just washing the vegetables just now, I didn't kiss you, touch you, or hug you..."

His hands were restless.

Qiao Zhinuan blushed in horror, "Mo Siting!"

"Well, I'm here."

Mo Siting buried his head by Qiao Zhinuan's neck, sniffing deeply the breath that belonged to her alone, and narrowed his long eyes.

"Do you know a poem?"

"What poem?"

Qiao Zhinuan almost bit his tongue when he asked, so he shouldn't have asked!Who knows what nasty words will come out of this man's mouth.

The man solemnly blew softly in her ear, "Warm and fragrant, soft and gentle."

"..."

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head sideways, and said with disgust: "What kind of poem is this, did you create it yourself?"

Mo Siting laughed lowly, hugging Qiao Zhinuan's waist and carried her off the cooking table, "Your hand is injured, you teach me, I'll cook."

"what?!"

Qiao Zhinuan couldn't believe it!
"You definitely can't, let me do it, my hand doesn't matter."

Mo Siting leaned tall and tall, with his arms pressed against the refrigerator door, "I'm really hungry. If you don't listen to me, maybe I'll do something that I'm hungry for."

As he spoke, his eyes swept down to Qiao Zhinuan's chest.

The collar of Qiao Zhinuan's shirt had been opened three times during the struggle just now, just reaching his chest.

Between the white and tender skin, there is a whole body of emerald green jadeite.

The two colors are diametrically opposite, and the emerald makes Qiao Zhinuan's skin like jade even more, with ravines looming.

Qiao Zhinuan noticed Mo Siting's gaze, and hurriedly buttoned his button.

"Okay, you cook, I say you do."

Mo Siting narrowed his eyes to cover up the black waves rolling in his eyes.

Qiao Zhinuan originally thought that Mo Siting would be a mess, but unexpectedly discovered that Mo Siting's sword skills were better than hers.

The man's slender jade fingers held a half-cut carrot, and the sharp blade of the kitchen knife spun on the carrot, making people dazzled. After half a minute, a lifelike rose appeared in front of Qiao Zhinuan's eyes!

The petals are as thin as cicada wings, and there seems to be morning dew on them, so beautiful and suffocating!
"To-my-girl."

The man put a kiss on her forehead and knelt down on one knee.

Later, for some reason, Zhong Ze found out about this matter, and immediately burst out laughing.

"Old Mo, I didn't expect that! The first flower you gave your woman turned out to be a carrot flower! Hahahaha!"

Zhong Ze was forced by Mo Siting's eyes to cover his mouth to stop laughing, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "Creative! Down to earth!"

"..."