Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Zishu didn't show anything special about Lu Bei's appearance.

Lu Bei and Jiang Siyan also came over frequently during this time, bringing some things that grandma wanted to send over.

Lu Bei was very excited, "Master, Miss Qiao is here!"

As soon as Mo Zishu heard the second half of the sentence, he stopped in his tracks.

He had already stepped into the door with one leg, but stopped abruptly.

And the two people inside, after hearing Lu Bei's words, came out from inside and pushed open the door.

Against the light in the room, Mo Zishu saw Qiao Zhinuan's appearance.

They haven't seen each other for the first time in three months, but they seem to be the same as when they separated on the day of the explosion. Now Mo Zishu can still recall Qiao Zhinuan's protection of him at that time.

With her own thin body, she supported the sky above his head.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the little monk in front of him.

In the past, Mo Xiaomo had a watermelon head, and Qiao Zhinuan took him to the barber shop for a special hairstyle, but now, he has an inch hair.

It was almost a little black stubble sticking to the scalp, which was no more than three millimeters by visual inspection.

He is dressed in a gray monk's robe, and the shoes on his feet are also black cloth shoes. If he is placed in front of those rich children in Ancheng, he will definitely be laughed at as bumpkins.

Compared with three months ago, I am tanned, taller, and look thinner.

It turned out that when he was at home, he was a chubby little bun, but now that he has lost weight and height, he has a youthful look.

Mo Zishu turned around and wanted to leave.

Qiao Zhinuan was immediately disappointed.

She had originally thought about it, even if her son still refused to accept her, it didn't matter, as long as she came here and could take a look at him, it would be fine.

But now...

She pursed her lips into a straight line.

Mo Siting came over and put his arms around her waist. Seeing the disappointment in Qiao Zhinuan's eyes, he couldn't help but feel distressed. Looking at his son who had walked out of the courtyard quickly, he couldn't say anything more.

Qiao Zhinuan turned around, "It's okay, at least I took a look at him now, he's fine, and I'm satisfied."

She turned around and sat back at the table, picked up the chopsticks, but did not move for a long time.

Mo Siting stood up and called Jiang Siyan outside.

"What food did you bring for Mo Zishu?"

"it's here."

Seeing that Mo Siting was about to leave, Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly stopped him, "What are you going to do?"

She was afraid that Mo Siting was going to find trouble for her son.

"I'll bring this food to him," Mo Siting said, "You eat first, and I'll continue when I come back."

Qiao Zhinuan stood up from the chair worriedly, "Then I'll wait for you to come back."

"Don't worry." Mo Siting turned around again, supported Qiao Zhinuan's shoulders, and looked at her with his eyes straight, "I'm just going to deliver some food, and then ask him how he is doing recently, don't you also Want to know about his life?"

Qiao Zhinuan didn't object this time.

She stood at the door, watching the figures of Mo Siting and Lu Bei disappear at the courtyard door, she didn't feel like eating, so she simply stopped eating, and after Mo Siting came back, she asked someone to deliver the food to the kitchen Warm it up in the microwave.

Mo Siting found Mo Zishu by the well in the practice academy behind.

Mo Zishu sat with a small figure, in such a deep night, he felt a sense of loneliness.

His footsteps were not slow, and he turned his head when he was less than three meters away from Mo Zishu.

He saw Mo Siting and stood up.

"dad."

Mo Siting raised his hand and asked Lu Bei to put the snack box prepared by Qiao Zhinuan on a bluestone slab in front of him.

"This is something that your mother has spent time and energy doing since she knew she was coming yesterday."

He didn't reach out to open it.

Mo Zishu just sat by the well in a daze, looking at the box, even if he hadn't opened it, he knew what was inside.

What he liked most before was Xiao Qiao's craftsmanship.

No matter what he does, he likes it.

Mo Zishu lowered his head, unable to see clearly the expression on his immature face.

Mo Siting also sat down beside Mo Zishu, tapped his fingers on his lap a few times, "Xiao Mo, no matter what Xiao Qiao is, even if Xiao Qiao is just a stranger, you shouldn't be so rude , don't say a word, turn around and leave when you see people, so what do you want Xiao Qiao to think? She will be more sad and disappointed than strangers. I thought that you left home and father for such a long time, It is already sensible, but now it seems that it is not."

Mo Zishu's small hands were already tightly clenched into fists.

Mo Siting observed his son's every move, and at this moment, he asked, "Do you hate Xiao Qiao?"

"No."

"No? But in my opinion, even the impression you gave Xiao Qiao is that you hate her very much."

"I didn't!" Mo Zishu said again.

His voice was clear and immature. While denying, he raised his head and looked at Mo Siting, "I didn't, I never hated Xiao Qiao."

Even in the past, when he first learned the truth, he thought it was a kind of disgust. He hated her, hated her deception, hated that she had already known the truth, but deceived him with others.

But when he came here later, he heard from his master that sometimes, a temporary deception is just because he hasn't figured out what reason to use to speak, and sometimes, it's because of a white lie.

Mo Zishu understood.

Especially when I think about that day, Qiao Zhinuan almost threw away his own safety to save him when he almost caused a catastrophe because of his impulsiveness.

"So, you still need time, don't you?" Knowing his son Mo Ruofu, Mo Siting could see what kind of state his son was in right now.

"I……"

Mo Zishu shook his head, a little confused, "I don't know either."

During this period of time, he practiced martial arts, chanted scriptures, read books, and went hunting in the mountains every day according to the courses given by his master. He lived a very fulfilling life.

However, when he was free, he would still stop and think of Xiao Qiao.

Mo Siting patted Mo Zishu on the shoulder, "Son, no matter what kind of emotional state you are in now, you shouldn't treat Xiao Qiao with such an attitude. She left behind her most important thing at this stage. The purpose of the exam is to go up the mountain to see you, to see if you are doing well, she is your mother."

He said earnestly: "You can continue to immerse yourself in your own small world, but you need to show a different you. You have grown up and become sensible. You shouldn't worry your mother because of this little thing."

Mo Siting kept repeating the word mother.

For Mo Zishu, this title is both unfamiliar and familiar.

Strangely enough, since he was a child, he never spoke of this title, except when Qiao Zhinuan was unconscious in the hospital.

What is familiar is that in the past few years, the person he has come into contact with the most is also his mother.