Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Half an hour later, four dishes and one soup were placed on the table.

The color and fragrance are complete, and even the presentation is very delicate and beautiful.

"I used to work as an assistant chef in a Michelin three-star restaurant abroad."

Mo Siting brought a small bowl of rice to Qiao Zhinuan and put a piece of lettuce in front of him, "Taste it."

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the green bamboo shoots that Mo Siting pinched to her lips, raised her eyes to look at him, and swallowed the words of refusal, and opened her mouth to eat.

"good to eat."

Qiao Zhinuan praised without hesitation.

Mo Siting tilted his head, "Is there any reward?"

Qiao Zhinuan blushed.

She pinched the palm of her own hand, leaned over and kissed Mo Siting on the lips.

It's the lips.

Mo Siting himself didn't notice it.

There was only a feeling on his lips for less than a second, and before Mo Siting's pupils had shrunk to react, Qiao Zhinuan had already withdrawn and sat back on his chair, bowing his head to eat.

She could feel the scorching hot eyes falling from the top of her head, burning her skin hotly.

During the meal, she was almost silent, but Mo Siting answered a phone call.

Mo Siting glanced at the phone number that was not marked on the phone screen, narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the phone and connected the call.

He put down his chopsticks, stuffed his pockets and walked towards the window.

As soon as the phone was connected, they reported their family name, "President Mo, I'm Fang Zhenhua..."

"Fang Da's Director Fang, I have admired you for a long time."

"Don't dare, dare not," Fang Zhenhua was sweating a little on his forehead. Although Mo Siting was only a junior, the feeling just coming from the phone receiver was very oppressive, "I I apologize for my little girl Fang Lin's ignorance at the reception last time, that dress... I have sent someone to Mo's, I hope my little girl's ignorant behavior will not affect the cooperation between our two families."

Mo Siting's eyes fell on the glass window, which just happened to reflect the woman's slightly raised eyes and sneaked a look at her. He rubbed his fingers on the phone, "That's natural."

After hanging up Fang Zhenhua's phone, Mo Siting immediately sent a message to Lu Bei.

"Go to the company and bring over the skirt that Fang Zhenhua sent over."

After dinner, Qiao Zhinuan was going to wash the dishes, but her hand was cut, and the scars on the back of her fingers and hands when she was locked up at the pier before had scabbed over, but the doctor still specifically explained It is best not to flood a large area for a long time.

So, washing dishes is still Mosting.

Feeling sorry, Qiao Zhinuan stood by Mo Siting's side, watching his slender fingers skillfully hold the side of the bowl, and with one hand, he quickly wiped the bowl with a dishcloth.

Such a method is definitely not something that a person who has never done housework should know.

Tonight's Mo Si Ting really refreshed her cognition.

When she was in a daze, Mo Siting had already washed the dishes, put the dishes on the dish rack, and wiped down the cooking counter meticulously. When she turned around, she saw her eyes were a little confused.

"Surprised?"

Qiao Zhinuan came back to his senses and nodded.

"I always thought you were a wealthy young master who didn't stick to the sun. I didn't expect you to cook, wash dishes and do housework."

Mo Siting chuckled, and pursed his lips lightly, a faint smile trembling could be heard from his throat.

"Then you must have something more unexpected. I brought up Xiaomo since he was a child. I fed him, changed his diaper, and taught him to walk and talk."

This time, the expression on Qiao Zhinuan's face could no longer be described as pure shock.

"you……"

The words that came to his mouth were finally swallowed.

She originally wanted to ask him about Xiao Mo's mother.

But before the words were asked, I felt sad for a while.

From what angle and identity is she going to ask Mo Siting now?
Let him tell her about his wife, Xiao Mo's mother, to remind her that she is just a shady mistress at this time?
This kind of thinking, this kind of crime, is like moss that spreads and grows wantonly in a dark and damp place, making her only feel that she is hideous.

She lowered her head and said casually, "You've worked hard."

Mo Siting snorted from his nasal cavity, "It's good that you know."

Qiao Zhinuan's thoughts were so complicated that she didn't understand what Mo Siting said.

Mo Siting took Qiao Zhinuan's hand and put it on his lap to play with. His ten fingers were slender and pale, except for some small scabbed wounds on them that ruined the beauty of his hands.

Thinking of Du Tao who disappeared at sea, Mo Siting's eyes were clouded.

Qiao Zhinuan repeatedly tried to pull her hand out of Mo Siting's, but to no avail, this man just didn't let go.

She looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost ten o'clock.

"when are you leaving?"

After rolling her tongue over this sentence for a long time, she still asked.

Someone pinched her finger, and she gasped in a hiss.

"You expect me to leave so much?"

"It's late."

Qiao Zhinuan lacked confidence.

She knows that as a lover who can't see the light of favor, the mistress's training rules must be followed, and being a canary who is not noisy is the easiest to get tired of.

But she just couldn't help it.

Tonight, he washes his hands, makes soup for her, and helps her with housework, causing her to almost sink and forget her own identity.

"Alright then," Mo Siting rubbed the delicate skin on Qiao Zhinuan's wrist twice, "Go and bring me the red dress I gave you last time, and I'll leave. "

Qiao Zhinuan's back froze suddenly.

that red dress...

Qiao Yushu had already sold it somewhere.

Now Mo Siting asked him for that skirt, needless to say, she definitely couldn't get it out.

Mo Siting leisurely folded his arms and leaned against the back of the sofa. His eyes were like a high-powered microscope, and he could see Qiao Zhinuan's certain expressions in detail.

He touched his chin, "You don't want to give it?"

"no!"

Qiao Zhinuan wanted to return the skirt to Mo Siting a long time ago!

She is not at hand now.

Qiao Zhinuan was flustered by Mo Siting's gaze, "It's in my room, I, I'll go and find it for you."

"it is good."

Mo Siting watched Qiao Zhinuan's figure disappear by the bedroom door, and then glanced at a text message that suddenly lit up on his phone.

"Boss, Fang Dong didn't send someone to deliver the skirt."

Lu Bei was also quite puzzled.

Logically speaking, since the boss received a phone call from Fang Zhenhua himself to apologize, he wouldn't be so ignorant of the rules.

Mo Siting's gentle gaze on Qiao Zhinuan's face just now became a little colder.

He tapped the screen a few times with his finger, "I see."

Qiao Zhinuan dawdled with the boss in the office for a while, squatted on the ground, opened the closet, and stared blankly at his clothes that could be seen to the end at a glance.

How to do.

Or just tell the whole truth?

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't hear the sound of the door being pushed open behind her, until the man's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"Haven't found it yet, huh?"

Qiao Zhinuan was so frightened that she shuddered all over, jumped up, and hit the man's chin with the back of her head.

A groan.

Qiao Zhinuan was completely flustered this time, and hurriedly rubbed Mo Siting's chin, "Does it hurt? Are you okay? Why are you walking so silently?"

Mo Siting looked at Qiao Zhinuan's flustered concern with a little amusement, "Did you find your skirt?"

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes darkened instantly.

Mo Siting took Qiao Zhinuan's hand and put it down, "Lost it? Or sold it?"

Qiao Zhinuan's heart skipped a beat.

He got it.

She looked up at him, "You know?"

He knew, but he still asked her in that tentative tone just now.

She closed her eyes, she was really just a plaything in his palm.

"Well, I see, so, what explanation are you going to give me?" Mo Siting raised her chin, "Lack of money?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked into Mo Siting's eyes, he thought she sold it?

Also.

She is so short of money, and she goes to drink at night, and works overtime day and night, all for a single word of money.

It was not surprising that she had made such an impression on him.

Suddenly, when the words came to my lips to explain, I didn't even want to explain.

Whether Qiao Yushu sold it or she sold it, what's the difference?In short, the skirt of the global limited edition was lost at her place.

Looking at Qiao Zhinuan's silent expression, Mo Siting suddenly felt an indescribable irritability in his heart.

It used to be that way.

Now, after three or five years, no matter what he does in front of others, he will always be like this in front of him.

Mo Siting grabbed Qiao Zhinuan's wrist, and the next moment, he pressed her down on the single bed in her bedroom.

"what!"

The mattress was not very soft, and the two of them lay on the bed overlapping each other, making a creaking sound.

"Are you so short of money?"

The man's pupils were very dark, reflected in her eyes.

In fact, this time Qiao Zhinuan finally returned to him after a near-death experience, Mo Siting was no longer angry when she saw Fang Lin wearing the dress at the banquet when she sold the dress he gave her.

As long as she is here, as for the gift, it doesn't matter if you don't like it.

He doted on her and let her spend as much as she wanted.

But now, he looked at the woman's face that didn't have much emotional ups and downs, and a pair of obsidian-like black eyes quietly reflected his face that had already been ignited.

Her silence is tantamount to acquiescence.

The man clasped her wrist and pressed it on top of her head, and the kiss fell fiercely, with a sense of punishment.

The kiss got deeper and deeper, and crackling flames exploded in the surrounding air.

Qiao Zhinuan let out a small moan, and the man's muscular waist squeezed between her legs...

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All night, Qiao Zhinuan seemed to feel that every bone and every joint in his body was being disassembled and reassembled over and over again.