Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

At this moment, Mo Siting was propping his chin and tilting his head, as if he had fallen asleep.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that Mo Siting would wake up if he disturbed him.

She also knew Mo Siting's sleeping habits, and would wake up whenever there was a slight disturbance, so she just lay quietly like this, holding the corner of the quilt with both hands, and quietly looked at Mo Siting.

Being sized up by such quiet eyes, Mo Siting gradually woke up.

He opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Qiao Zhinuan's extremely serious face with clear eyes.

He was like a thirsty traveler resting in the forest. When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw a deer in front of him, silently watching him with ignorant and clear eyes.

Seeing that Mo Siting had woken up, Qiao Zhinuan also slowly broke into a smile, and put his hand on Mo Siting's chin.

When her tender fingertips touched the stubble on her chin, she felt her fingers prickling.

Mo Siting held her hand, kissed the back of her hand with his lips, and then smiled, "Good morning, my princess."

Qiao Zhinuan let out a chuckle.

She sat up straight up, "Stop saying that, you should shave your beard."

"Then you help me shave?"

Qiao Zhinuan blinked, "Me? I can't."

"I teach you."

Since Mo Siting was so interested, it was hard for Qiao Zhinuan to refuse.

In particular, Mo Siting didn't take out the electric razor, but used the most traditional type of razor, and taught Qiao Zhinuan to lather up his chin, and then shaved it off for him.

When Qiao Zhinuan held the handle of the old-fashioned razor blade, her hands trembled a little.

"I still can't."

"You can do it."

Mo Siting held Qiao Zhinuan's hand, and asked her to gently scrape his chin back and forth a few times, carefully, as if Mo Siting's chin was fragile porcelain, and he didn't dare to touch it at all. broken.

Fortunately, for the first time, there was no danger. When Qiao Zhinuan wiped off the foam on Mo Siting's chin with a warm, moist towel, he found that except for one scratch, the other places were all scratched. It was perfect, so I let go of my heart.

"Does it hurt?"

"If you shave me, I won't hurt."

Qiao Zhinuan snorted, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Mo Siting grabbed it again.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just that the skin is scratched a little. I have scratched myself before when I was not skilled in my own hands."

Mo Siting didn't want Qiao Zhinuan to worry.

Only then did Qiao Zhinuan feel relieved, but said directly: "Next time I will use this kind of blade, otherwise I will ignore you."

"Well, for sure."

Looking at Qiao Zhinuan's appearance, Mo Siting felt his heart melt. He really wished he could put her on the bed and kiss her violently right now.

"Last night, Luo Min and Qiao Yushu ran away."

Mo Siting told Qiao Zhinuan about this while she was washing up.

Qiao Zhinuan was startled, "Then what should I do?"

Important witnesses were missing, if Lin Tian or Lin Zhiyuan's competitors were to find them first, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Don't worry, Shirley happened to have nothing to do last night, so I asked her to take care of it. I have already found her and arranged it in the Lin Mansion."

After hearing this, Qiao Zhinuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them came out of the ward, and it was only seven o'clock, and the doctors in the hospital didn't start to go to work to round the ward again.

It's just that Mrs. Mo Ya's status is special, and there are doctors in the intensive care unit 24 hours a day, so she needs to stay there all the time.

In addition, while Mo Siting booked the VIP ward on this floor, he also provided Mrs. Mo Ya with the best medical staff.

When they came out, Lin Zhiyuan was still awake.

The assistant wanted to go in and call someone, but was stopped by Qiao Zhinuan.

"My dad must have been tossing and turning last night, so don't call him if he hasn't woken up yet."

The assistant nodded.

He trusts Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Siting very much now, just relying on what Mo Siting did last night to find Luo Min and Qiao Yushu and send them back to the Lin Mansion, that's enough to win his favor.

Otherwise, this morning, there will be another mess.

The assistant said, "Mr. Song is here."

Mo Siting knew that this Mr. Song was the head of Lin Zhiyuan's think tank, and he must be here now to discuss what to do next.

He said to Qiao Zhinuan: "I'll see Mr. Song first, you go to have breakfast first, and order me a soy milk and fried bun."

"it is good."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't know much about political matters, so she could only listen in, so she didn't make more trouble at this time.

Mo Siting went to see Mr. Song.

Mr. Song is over half a hundred years old, and Lin Zhiyuan is a few years older than Lin Zhiyuan. His hair is already gray, but he has never dyed it, letting his hair grow naturally like this, without needing anything .

"Master Mo."

Mr. Song nodded slightly towards Mo Siting.

Mo Siting's reputation is also great. He had heard about it when he was in the special forces before, and now he can see Lin Zhiyuan behind the scenes of running for president this time, which is considered sympathetic.

Both of them knew the urgency of the matter, so there was no extra greetings. After sitting down, they directly talked about the next arrangement.

Last night, during Mrs. Mo Ya's surgery and hospitalization, Mr. Song and Lin Zhiyuan's think tanks were not idle, and they had already made preliminary arrangements for the golden period in the next three days.

"Three days later, it will be the watershed. We have formulated several different plans for different responses, and we can already be foolproof."

After hearing this, Mo Siting was very impressed by the wisdom of Mr. Song and the think tank.

"It seems that I am worrying too much."

He wanted to get involved not entirely because of Lin Zhiyuan, but because of his girlfriend Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan just returned to her family, felt the fake warmth, and recognized her biological parents.

Therefore, Qiao Zhinuan's concern is his concern, and he must take care of it to the end.

Mr. Song smiled, "I know that First Young Master Mo is here for Missy..."

"Miss?"

Mo Siting couldn't help asking more questions.

"Yes, Miss, that is Miss Qiao, no, it should be called Miss Lin now, is it possible that Young Master Mo still wants to watch that impostor with bad behavior like this, and continue to occupy the place that should have been? Does it belong to Miss Qiao?"

"Then what do you want to do?" Mo Siting asked with a slight frown.

No matter what to do, Mo Siting must first ensure that Qiao Zhinuan's reputation and interests cannot be damaged.

This is his bottom line.