Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mrs. Moya had also woken up early.

"Zhi Nuan is here."

Mrs. Mo Ya was struggling to get up, Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly put the food in her hand on the other table, and came over to help Mrs. Mo Ya.

"Mom, you'd better lie down."

"You'll be covered in hair when you lie down," Mrs. Moya said. "Let me sit down. It's not a glass doll, it's so fragile."

Qiao Zhinuan helped Mrs. Mo Ya sit up, put a cushion behind him, tilted the head of the bed upwards at an appropriate angle, then propped up the small table, and put the food on the small table.

Mrs. Mo Ya's appetite is not very good, she eats very slowly, even though she has already bought millet porridge that is easy to digest.

After taking a few mouthfuls, she put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Qiao Zhinuan again, "Are you here with Mo Siting?"

"Ah."

"How's it going outside now?"

Mrs. Moya's mobile phone is not with her, and her spirit does not allow her to check the news on her mobile phone now, and she will look very tired after talking with people for a while.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "It's fine outside, nothing has changed."

Mrs. Mo Ya smiled, "Zhi Nuan, don't lie to me, you are all busy, just keep it from me, it's nothing, just tell me, don't underestimate me, I also came here in a big storm, I just want to know the truth, and I can stand it."

Although Mrs. Mo Ya said so, Qiao Zhinuan still didn't speak.

She didn't dare to risk Lin Tian's affairs.

"Mom, no matter what's going on outside now, you should take good care of your illness anyway. Dad will take care of everything outside. Just rest assured that when the time comes, you will come out safely and be your..."

She suddenly leaned closer and whispered in Mrs. Moya's ear, "Mrs. President."

Mrs. Moya smiled.

This is where the magic of Qiao Zhinuan lies.

In the past, Lin Tian didn't say that she was the president's daughter, but what she said was inexplicably disgusting, as if it was just to show off.

But now, Qiao Zhinuan especially lowered his voice, and said the word in a whispering tone between the two, which made it easy for people to accept.

Mrs. Mo Ya raised her hand and flicked Qiao Zhinuan's forehead, "You."

Qiao Zhinuan told Mrs. Moya some interesting things about her school days. It seemed that Mrs. Moya was already a little sleepy after listening.

She helped Madam Moya to lie down.

Mrs. Mo Ya suddenly asked: "How is Xiao Mo?"

Mo Xiaomo...

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips. Mo Xiaomo kept saying that she was going to live with her grandfather. Only a few people knew that Mo Xiaomo went to the temple for her own reasons.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't want to hide this matter from Mrs. Mo Ya.

She told Mrs. Moya about it.

Mrs. Moya was a little surprised, "Temple? Is that a monk who became a monk?"

"If you haven't become a monk, you are a layman," Qiao Zhinuan said, "The master abbot said that he just wanted to help Mo Xiaomo sharpen his mind."

"Well, that's good," Mrs. Moya said. "Now that the child is still young, he is sent directly to the temple, escaped into the empty door, and sees through the red dust. This is not good for the child's growth. He has not fully grown up yet."

"Ah."

"When will the child come back, let him come," Mrs. Moya said, "I've become a grandmother, I don't even know."

Mo Xiaomo once met Mrs. Mo Ya once, when Mrs. Mo Ya went to pick up Lin Zhen.

At that time, she didn't even care about such a beautiful little boy.

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, and helped Mrs. Mo Ya tuck the corner of the quilt, "Mom, get well soon, I will take you to the temple, and first go to see Xiaomo."

"okay."

As for Xiaomo, on the mountain at this time, he sneezed.

Mo Zishu's sneeze stunned Xiao Linyan next to him, "Little monk, do you have a cold?"

Mo Zishu touched his nose, "No."

However, Xiao Linyan refused to be on the mountain with Mo Zishu anymore, and dragged him directly to go down the mountain, "It's cold on the mountain, you come halfway up the mountain, you haven't been to the house where my master and I live, have you?"

Mo Zishu was a little reluctant.

"I'm not going," he said.

"Come on, come on."

Xiao Linyan laughed, his cheerful smile was like a cheerful bird that could fly in the sky to his heart's content, and his smile broke through the dark clouds and sprinkled down, which was very contagious.

"Okay." Mo Zishu said reluctantly.

Xiao Linyan laughed happily and clapped his hands, "Master must be very happy, you are the first little guest I brought back!"

Mo Zishu followed Xiao Linyan, watching the little girl walking in front, the small bamboo basket on her back swayed, and the ponytail tied behind the little girl's head was also swaying.

"Am I the first?"

"Of course." Xiao Linyan said, "I don't know other young monks, besides, other young monks don't run out like you all day long."

Mo Zishu touched his nose again.

If he didn't feel a little bored, he wouldn't come out.

But if you don't come out, you won't be able to meet Xiao Linyan.

Then come out.

"It's in front! It's almost here!" Xiao Linyan ran over bouncingly.

Mo Zishu followed the direction of Xiao Linyan's finger, and there was a one-story house with a fence outside. Inside, hens could be seen walking around, making clucking sounds, as if they were looking for a place to lay eggs.

Xiao Linyan pushed open the fence door, went in, and called out: "Master! I'm back!"

From inside the house, a rough voice came out, "Stinky girl, why did you come back, hurry up and cook, I'm about to faint from hunger!"

With that said, an old man in gray clothes came out from the house.

When the old man saw Mo Zishu, he was also taken aback, "Where did this monk come from?"

Xiao Linyan said: "This is my guest."

The old man narrowed his eyes, then rushed over from behind, and pulled a broom in his hand, "Get out! Get out! I will never allow monks to come in here! Get out!"

Mo Zishu took two steps back, avoiding the old man's sweeping broom.

He was in the temple, copying scriptures, and practicing martial arts. Although his level is limited now, he can easily avoid the broom that the old man swung at him.

Xiao Linyan was also stunned, and when he realized it, he hurried over and stood in front of Mo Zishu.

"Master, what are you doing! This is my guest!"

Seeing that the old man was very angry, he was blowing his beard and staring at him, "Hurry up and get rid of me! Otherwise, you will never come back! The monk I hate the most in my life!"

Xiao Linyan burst into tears, and didn't dare to say anything else, so he protected Mo Zishu and came out first.