Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

It's time to make a decisive decision long ago to get rid of Lin Tian's scourge.

However, after all, he still thinks about the relationship between father and daughter, mother and daughter, and has not made up his mind until now when the incident happened.

Qiao Zhinuan comforted his younger brother Lin Zhen, while Mo Siting walked over slowly and sat beside Lin Zhiyuan.

"What is Senator Lin going to do now?"

Mo Siting asked first.

Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Mo Siting.

"you know?"

Mo Siting nodded, "Jiang Junwei is suspected of fraud. I have been investigating Jiang Junwei in private, and then followed the clues. I went to find Lin Tian yesterday to talk about this matter, but who would have thought that she was still uneasy and kind. After taking a screenshot of the surveillance video Sent it to Jojo."

When Lin Zhiyuan heard this, his hand on his lap clenched into a fist.

Is this really the daughter I raised?
Now, he is completely heartbroken towards Lin Tian.

Originally, two hours ago, he was discussing with his think tank in order to temporarily suppress this matter.

There are two options.

The first plan is to abandon the pawn to save the car, abandon Lin Tian, ​​and push Lin Tian out. Anyway, Lin Zhiyuan didn't know about this matter at all, and he was kept in the dark. If there is any manipulation behind the scenes, he should act first. If public opinion is used to build momentum, the final outcome of next month's presidential election may not necessarily be the same.

The second solution is to apologize. While apologizing, Lin Tian must be vindicated, and this matter will be replaced by Lin Tian.

Of these two plans, which one is better, needless to say, it is already clear at a glance, it must be the first plan.

However, when making a choice, Lin Zhiyuan hesitated.

He didn't make a decision right away.

He still cared about his father-daughter relationship with Lin Tian, ​​he didn't want Lin Tian to be forced to die at such a young age.

However, he thought about her, so what about her?
When did Lin Tian think about him and Mrs. Mo Ya?

Lin Tian has always been so self-righteous and never thought about them.

People in the think tank said: "Zhiyuan, there is only one chance in life, once the chance is gone, it will never be there again."

Presidential elections are held every five years, and they are generally re-elected. If this opportunity is lost, it will basically be ten years later.

Ten years later, who can imagine what it will be like?

The think tank said: "But if you miss the relationship between your father and daughter, it is natural and human."

Lin Zhiyuan has been thinking about it.

He thought that even if he sacrificed his official career, it would only be the rest of his life if he stopped following such a path in the future.

But Lin Tian is different, her life has just started, and he still hopes that Lin Tian can be good-hearted.

However, things always backfire.

When he rushed out and saw Mrs. Moya fall down, he had already made up his mind that he would choose option one.

Looking at Lin Zhiyuan's expression, Mo Siting knew that he had already made up his mind.

After an hour of emergency rescue, the emergency lights during the operation finally went dark.

Several people sitting on the public seats all stood up at the same time, "How is it?"

The door of the operating room opened, and the leading doctor came out first.

Lin Zhiyuan hurried up first, "Doctor, my wife..."

The doctor took off his mask, with a tired smile on his face, "He has been rescued, but now he needs to be observed in the ICU for 24 hours, and then transferred to the general ward. During this period, you can't go in at will. "

Lin Zhiyuan nodded hastily.

They watched Mrs. Moya, who was pale and wearing an oxygen mask, being slowly pushed into the intensive care unit on a stretcher, separated by a thick glass door, as if she was out of reach.

Lin Zhiyuan immediately called the think tank.

"Old Song, I have decided."

Lao Song was a core figure in the think tank, and he gave many very useful suggestions to Lin Zhiyuan on the right path.

Hearing Lin Zhiyuan's words, Lao Song's heart arose, and he only heard Lin Zhiyuan say, "I choose option one."

Hearing these words, Lao Song breathed a sigh of relief.

Option One.

"Zhiyuan, your decision is correct. I really can't bear to waste your hard work of more than 20 years like this."

If it's for a good person, that's all.

For Lin Tian, ​​the heartless murderer, who still doesn't know how to repent, will completely ruin his reputation!

Lao Song said: "The emergency plan will start tomorrow. You stay with Madam in the hospital and leave the public opinion here to us!"

Mo Siting listened to Lin Zhiyuan on the phone, but he didn't intervene.

He knew that the think tank behind Lin Zhiyuan was also very capable, so he didn't intervene in this matter, and if it was handed over to the think tank behind Lin Zhiyuan, it would also handle it well.

Now the main thing is...

Qiao Zhinuan was sitting on the public seat, Lin Zhen was leaning on her sister's shoulder, already asleep, with tears still on her little face.

Mo Siting came over, "You also need to rest."

Qiao Zhinuan turned her eyes to the direction of the ICU, "But I can't sleep, I want to wait here for my mother to wake up."

Mo Siting went to hug Lin Zhen first.

Lin Zhen woke up immediately.

"Go to sleep in the room."

"Oh."

When Lin Zhen fell asleep, she was so dazedly cute.

Mo Siting couldn't help but think of Lin Zhen's appearance as a young adult at the beginning. He pretended to be mature and wanted to expose the boy's true colors directly.

Fortunately, Qiao Zhinuan subdued this brat in one go.

Mo Siting had already asked Lu Bei to pack up the entire VIP ward floor in advance, so as to prevent some paparazzi reporters from coming in and taking pictures that shouldn't be taken out and scribbling copywriting.

He sent Lin Zhen to one of the comfortable rooms, and Qiao Zhinuan turned off the light before going out.

"I don't want to go back either," Qiao Zhinuan looked at Mo Siting with wet eyes, "There are so many rooms here, so I'm here too."

What Mo Siting couldn't resist the most was Qiao Zhinuan's eyes.

He shook his head involuntarily, reached out and took Qiao Zhinuan's hand into his own, "Okay."

He pinched Qiao Zhinuan's face, "You just recognized my soft-heartedness."

Qiao Zhinuan originally wanted to make Mo Siting smile, but now he really can't.

Mo Siting held his shoulders, "Okay, don't laugh if you don't want to, in front of me, just be yourself, cry if you want, laugh if you want."

Mo Siting took Qiao Zhinuan to a relatively comfortable suite ward, which had a TV, a computer, and a small kitchen.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't eat anything that night, so Mo Siting proposed to cook her something to watch TV outside.

After finishing supper and coming out of the kitchen, I saw a woman leaning on the bed watching TV, her head tilted to one side, she seemed to be asleep.

Mo Siting put the bowl in his hand on the side coffee table, walked over, gently supported the back of the woman's head, supported his shoulders, and helped her lie on the bed.

With a slight movement, Qiao Zhinuan opened his eyes.

"Do you still want to eat?" Mo Siting's voice was very low, very low.