Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

"Qiao Zhinuan, sit down quickly!"

He Qianhe beside her was pulling the corner of her clothes.

Qiao Zhinuan closed her eyes deeply and sat down.

The man looked at her with a completely strange gaze, without any familiar feeling in it, as if she was just an ordinary student.

This class definitely swept away the lifeless atmosphere in the classroom in the past. Almost all the students were listening to the class.

Even He Qianhe, who didn't know why he came to the class, stared at the man standing on the podium carefully, almost without taking his eyes off it.

The charm of a man is so different.

Qiao Zhinuan was the only one who was in a state of uncertainty and couldn't concentrate at all.

"He's really handsome!"

"I feel like I'm suffocating!"

"I must do well in this class! Stand out!"

There are many people who are whispering underneath.

Waiting until 10 minutes before the end of get out of class, Mo Siting took out the roster, "It's my first substitute class, now I'm taking the roll call, and getting to know everyone by the way."

"Fu Hui."

"arrive."

"Zhang Xinjie."

"Here, teacher, will you take us all the time?"

Mo Siting rolled his eyes, "It will be brought to the end of your semester."

"Qiao Zhinuan."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't move.

Mo Siting called out again, "Qiao Zhinuan."

Qiao Zhinuan looked at him firmly, and replied, "Yes."

She clearly saw that there was no change on his face, as if she was just a student who was distracted.

Her heart ached.

Never felt such pain.

Qiao Zhinuan closed her eyes deeply.

get out of class is over in a few minutes, and get out of class is over.

While packing up his things, He Qianhe said, "Hey, I didn't expect your teacher to be so handsome! From now on, I will come to every class, even if I just come to see a handsome guy, I will keep my eyes peeled."

She packed up the textbooks, "Zhinuan, let's eat later..."

Looking up, there was no one around.

Qiao Zhinuan chased out with the book in her arms.

Mo Siting was stopped by another student to ask a question.

She was waiting on the sidelines.

The application when he gave the lecture to the students reminded Qiao Zhinuan of a few months ago.

He hugged her on his lap, pressed her wrist hard, and changed the drawing on the computer drawing.

At that time, he said it casually and understood a little bit.

Now, the ability is enough to be a visiting professor of University A.

He was as focused and serious as he was then.

But it's different.

Not to her.

"Thank you professor, I understand."

The girl happily left.

Mo Siting looked at Qiao Zhinuan and raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

"Want to ask a question?"

"No, I... can I take a step to speak."

There are too many people here, and the flow of people is bustling.

Mo Siting's index finger was slightly on his temple, "Come to my office."

Qiao Zhinuan followed Mo Siting all the way up the stairs to the office.

A female teacher in high heels was standing at the door of the office, holding a file bag in her hand. When she saw Mo Siting from a distance, she came up to her.

"Professor Mo, here are the materials you asked for just now."

As soon as the female teacher approached, Mo Siting's breath smelled of a woman's perfume, making his nose itchy.

"Thank you."

Mo Siting opened the door, "Mr. Wang, would you like to come in and have a seat?"

The female teacher was wearing a bright red long dress, which was tight-fitting and wrapped her exquisite body in it. Although conservative, it really attracted attention.

She turned her head and saw Qiao Zhinuan following behind Mo Siting, "Not yet, your students will follow, and I will leave first."

Mo Siting loosened his collar, "Please close the door, thank you."

Female teacher: "..."

Qiao Zhinuan stood at the door, looking at the tall man's back.

The man tore open two parts of the collar of his shirt, revealing the delicate collarbone inside. He lifted his foot and dragged the chair away, sat down, and looked sideways at Qiao Zhinuan with his cheeks propped up.

The corners of the eyes are slightly raised up, a little sinister.

"come over."

Qiao Zhinuan's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, Mo Siting at this moment gave Qiao Zhinuan a very strange feeling.

She walked over and stood in front of Mo Siting.

Mo Siting looked up at Qiao Zhinuan, licked the corner of his lips, pulled Qiao Zhinuan into his arms, and kissed her on the back of her neck.

"what……"

Qiao Zhinuan's whole body seemed to be electrified in an instant, almost bouncing off the man's strong thigh, and wanted to stand up in horror.

The man then circled her waist, and the kiss on the back of her neck became a gentle nibble.

The other hand has already moved up along the hem of her blouse...

"Mo Siting, let go of me!"

Qiao Zhinuan struggled violently.

Although this man would tease her before, he had never been like this before.

Still in the office, the curtains were not closed, and people passing by in the corridor could easily see this scene.

What would people outside think if they really saw this scene?
Qiao Zhinuan trembled all over.

But at this time, he was afraid of something.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Professor Mo, are you there?"

There was a sound outside, and the sound of kicking footsteps.

Qiao Zhinuan held the man's arm with her fingers, and scratched his arm with her fingernails.

The door of the office is only locked from the outside, and you can come in simply by twisting it!
Qiao Zhinuan looked in horror at the doorknob that was already turning slightly.

Mo Siting supported her waist, and the swivel chair under him easily turned around, pressing down on Qiao Zhinuan's shoulder...

Outside.

The dean of the design institute asked again.

"not here?"

Standing behind them were the director and the instructor, "Should be here, I heard from the students that Mr. Mo just finished class."

"Call the professor!"

"Yes, yes, I forgot."

Mo Siting is the visiting professor who was hired by the dean of the design institute after a lot of effort. The key point is that he is a golden thigh. If he walks around casually, the design institute has been unable to approve the equipment expenses for many years. Here he can Immediately finalize it for you.

This is a golden Buddha, and everyone in the courtyard should make offerings to it.

"It seems that you are not in the office, so first..."

"Yes."

The instructor tried to twist the doorknob of the office, and then the door opened slowly.

It opened a slit and saw a figure inside.

"!!!"

Mo Si Ting sat behind the desk and raised his eyelids to glance at the door.

"So you can't wait to come in?"

Facilitator: "I, I... no, because I wanted to see if you were in the office."

The dean glanced at the instructor with a look of hatred, and hurriedly walked in, "Professor Mo."

"Dean," Mo Siting turned sideways, and moved his chair forward, "Have all the funds for the experimental research been in place?"

"We're here! We're here." The director rubbed his hands with a smile all over his face, "Thank you, Mr. Mo. If you need anything here, you can ask the assistant to tell me."

Mo Siting twirled a pen at his fingertips, "Nothing is required, just knock on the door before coming in next time."

Dean: "It must be."

Qiao Zhi's legs were numb from squatting.

She tugged on Mo Siting's trouser leg.

Mo Siting's eyes flickered, and he lightly tapped the table with his fingers, "Dean, wait a moment."

The dean stopped immediately, "I'm here!"

"Can you give me a copy of the materials for the students of the Design Institute? There is a bit of a page missing here."

"Okay, Zhang Bin, get it right away."

The instructor responded and hurried out to look for it.

The dean didn't leave either, he just pulled up a chair and sat down, chatting with Mo Siting here.

Qiao Zhi's leg warmer was completely numb.

She moved her ankles, bent her waist, and stretched her legs. In the next second, she didn't pay attention, her legs were so soft that she couldn't stabilize, and her head slammed into the top of the desk.

Well……

Qiao Zhinuan covered her mouth almost immediately, her eyes burst into tears.

The dean widened his eyes and glanced left and right, "What's that sound?!"

"there's noise??"

Mo Siting leaned on the back of the chair, looked at Qiao Zhinuan who was curled up like a bunny, and suddenly stretched his long legs forward, just in time to bump into the woman's buttocks.

Qiao Zhinuan shrank inward.

The dean nodded, "Yes, I heard you."

Mo Siting crossed his arms, "Where is the voice coming from?"

The dean hesitated for a moment, his eyes fell on Mo Siting's desk, and he nodded.

"Right here..."

The corner of Mo Siting's lips curled up casually, "Is there... a sound here?"

Dean: "Yes... or not?"

"Isn't that what the dean said with a voice? Why did you ask me?"

Mo Siting spoke slowly, but his voice carried a hint of provocation.

The dean shook his head, and said firmly, "No, I got it wrong."

The instructor sent the list over and handed it to Mo Siting.

"President Mo, this is the list of students."

"Let it go."

The instructor lowered his head, and the peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes inadvertently caught a piece of clothes exposed under the corner of the desk. .

"!!!"

"President Mo, this..."

He pointed, and the dean didn't wait for him to say something irreversible, and got up directly, "Zhang Bin, come with me, I have something to find you!"

Zhang Bin was dragged out by the dean, and he was still touching his forehead.

"Dean, just now, I seem to see someone under the desk!"

The dean nodded on his forehead, "You are as big as you, hurry up and shut your mouth!"

Zhang Bin immediately understood the deep meaning of the dean's words.

He followed, "Didn't you always hear that Mo Siting is from the Department of Asceticism? Why do you hide under the desk? I understand. No wonder I opened the door without the inside's consent just now, which is considered to have angered him." .”

Moreover, Mo Siting was sitting on a swivel chair, in front of the desk where his legs were placed.

This posture is really ecstasy.

The dean glared at him, "Get rid of the dirty thoughts in your mind! Don't say anything about this!"

"Yes, yes." Zhang Bin hurriedly nodded in agreement.

…………

in the office.

The office door was closed, and the soft conversations and footsteps in the corridor disappeared, before Mo Siting moved the swivel chair back and looked down at Qiao Zhinuan who was huddled inside.

"Not yet, huh?"