Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

The second Mo Siting saw the box, he thought it was his son's masterpiece.

He picked up the box, turned around and put it on the table.

"Jojo."

Qiao Zhinuan came out after washing her face, took out skin care products from her cosmetic bag, "What?"

She had just wiped her face with a cotton pad when she saw the box in Mo Siting's hand.

"what is this?"

Mo Siting had already opened the box.

"It should be given to you by Xiaomo."

Open the box, inside the box is a lottery.

This is the most common bamboo stick in temples.

Only this one is different.

This was made by Mo Zishu herself, and red tassels were hung on it, and the lettering on the bamboo stick was also engraved by herself.

There are only three words: Shangshangsign.

Qiao Zhinuan stared at these three words, and laughed out loud.

This really seemed like what a clever little ghost like Mo Xiaomo could do.

Qiao Zhi Nuan rubbed the polished and smooth bamboo stick with her fingers, with a smile on her face.

This is Mo Xiaomo taking the initiative to show his affection to her.

Her heart immediately felt very warm. In the early morning in the temple, such a good phenomenon foreshadowed her good mood for the whole day.

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After all, it was the first time for Qiao Zhinuan to come to the temple. Mo Siting had been here a while ago, but Lu Bei and Jiang Siyan had been here several times. Stroll inside.

It is also a famous tourist attraction in the country. Apart from some pilgrims, there is an endless stream of people who come to offer incense.

It's summer now, the scenery is very good, and there are green trees everywhere.

Lu Bei accompanied him on the journey ahead, but Mo Siting immediately assigned the two assistants to do other things when he waited for the rest of the journey, and followed his girlfriend, walking and stopping.

"Let's go and see Xiaomo."

Qiao Zhinuan stopped after passing a large peach blossom forest.

"it is good."

Although Mo Siting is full of reluctance now, he also refuses to admit that he is jealous of his son.

Master Xufan showed them the one-day course in the temple, and knew that this time should be the time for the district to chant sutras, in the Datong Hall.

When the two arrived, the young monk outside the hall blinked and looked at the two who were coming.

Qiao Zhinuan put a finger on her lips, indicating that the other party does not need to go in to report.

"We're just here to take a look, and we'll be leaving right away."

The little monk bowed his head, made a gesture of respect, and took two steps back.

The door was pushed open a crack, and the scene inside could be seen.

There are neat chanting sounds inside.

Qiao Zhinuan had only seen and heard it on TV before. At that time, she didn't feel anything else. She didn't experience it personally like she is now, but she actually felt it sounded good.

Such neat chanting sound is like singing.

Qiao Zhinuan found a familiar figure from the rows of small heads that were as bright as light bulbs.

For a little boy like Mo Zishu, among such a group of tall senior brothers and brothers, he didn't seem to violate harmony at all.
He's the youngest here.

Mo Zishu seemed to have sensed someone's gaze, and when he turned his head, he happened to meet the woman who was looking in from outside the door.

She froze for a moment.

Mo Zishu also forgot to continue chanting for a while.

After a few seconds, I suddenly came back to my senses and continued to chant sutras.

When Qiao Zhinuan saw Mo Zishu, she was also afraid that her son would be bored with her, so she didn't dare to stay here any longer, so she turned and left first.

After all, the wing here is also very nervous, she and Mo Siting have already moved to the same wing that night.

During dinner, Qiao Zhinuan asked, "Will Xiaomo come over to have dinner with us tonight?"

"Yes." Mo Siting said very firmly.

Qiao Zhinuan blinked, "Really?"

"Well, yes." Mo Siting looked at her and couldn't help but touch her lips, "Don't worry, he will come."

The reason why Mo Siting was so sure was because he was busy with this matter when he was free during the day.

If Qiao Zhinuan went up the mountain with great difficulty, just wanted to sit down with his son and have a good meal, but now he didn't fulfill his wish, and just came back disappointed, wouldn't it make people feel regretful?
He told Mo Zishu about it.

When Mo Zishu heard this, he immediately turned his head around, "Leave tomorrow?"

Mo Siting nodded, "Why, do you think we'll live here forever? I didn't tell you that your mother still has exams in a few days, but she still comes to see you at such a tense time. Didn't you think it over?"

Mo Zishu fell silent.

When Mo Siting left, he said, "No one will wait for you all the time. If you don't seize the opportunity, if Xiao Qiao ignores you by then, there's nothing I can do."

Mo Zishu panicked a little.

Will Xiao Qiao ignore him?

Isn't dad scaring him again?

However, if you think about it this way, it is not impossible.

After all, Xiao Qiao has his own life, and he won't come to see him on the mountain for several months, and he can't go down, and he might really be forgotten by then.

What should I do?
What can stop a person's forgetting process is to constantly swipe his face in front of this person.

Even if you are not in front of you, you have to call and send messages from time to time to ensure that your sense of existence is always there.

Thinking of this, Mo Zishu made a decision, and asked Lu Bei specifically that he was going to have dinner with Qiao Zhinuan tonight.

When Lu Bei heard this, he was a little surprised.

It really didn't occur to him that the young master was flustered when the boss came out, and he couldn't help but wonder how the boss persuaded him.

In fact, Mo Siting just captured people's psychology.

What a person cares about the most, even if he doesn't say anything, as long as he hits a weak point, the matter will be solved right in front of his eyes.

That night.

Mo Zishu came very early, and he arrived before the food was served on the table. Qiao Zhinuan turned around and found that there was a little monk behind him. He was really shocked.

"Xiao Mo!"

Qiao Zhinuan was really surprised.

"Are you eating with us?"

Mo Zishu nodded.

A little pale face was stained with a little blush, the blush spread from the cheeks to the base of the neck, and the ears were also stained with a layer of red.

He's obviously shy.

Qiao Zhinuan laughed, "Okay, come and sit."

She immediately went out and asked Jiang Siyan to go to the restaurant below to bring a bowl of braised lion's head.

Mo Siting came over, looked at the back of his son who was sitting at the table, and sat on the other side.