Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Two figures, one big and one small, stood by the bed, looking intently at the woman lying on the bed, without blinking.

Zhong Ze came in with a medical kit and inserted himself between the father and son, "What are you doing? Silence?"

Mo Si Ting kicked over, but fortunately Zhong Ze dodged it quickly, and laughed, "I think the atmosphere is really gloomy, just kidding."

Zhong Ze is a doctoral student who graduated from Harvard Medical School and is currently the Chief Surgeon of Ren'ai Hospital, which is second to none in Huaguo.

But I was called over to see this...

"She has a low fever, just take some antipyretics."

Zhong Ze's white eyes almost pierced the sky. Facing the eyes of this big and small enemy, he felt that what he was facing was not a patient who only had a cold and a fever, but a patient who needed to go to hospital. Critically ill patient on the operating table.

"That's it?" Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, but there was still darkness in his eyes.

"Well, that's it, what else do you want?"

Zhong Ze directly pulled Mo Siting out, and handed him a cigarette, "Old Mo, what does this woman mean?"

"I am a woman."

"..."

Zhong Ze lowered his head and lit his cigarette, biting it in his mouth, "You have been single for thousands of years, why did the iron tree bloom suddenly?"

Mo Siting's eyes were secretive, "She is Xiaomo's mother."

Zhong Ze's pupils dilated suddenly, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. The cigarette butts almost burned his fingers before he cursed softly: "Fuck!"

In a hurry, he pressed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, then took out his mobile phone to call his good buddy.

"Old Lu, f*cking old Mo is about to have a second spring!"

…………

This time, Qiao Zhinuan slept peacefully.

When she woke up, she saw a little bun curled up near her legs. She blinked, and the memory of last night slowly came back.

She remembered.

It was Mo Siting who went to the police station to bring her out last night.

I owe him another favor.

She moved her arm, and Xiao Baozi woke up. He rubbed his big sleepy and confused eyes, and when he saw Qiao Zhinuan, his eyes shone brightly.

"small bun."

Qiao Zhinuan touched the little bun's head.

Mo Xiaomo saw the bruise on Qiao Zhinuan's wrist, frowned, touched it lightly with her little finger, and looked up at Qiao Zhinuan's face.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled.

Mo Xiaomo thought for a while, then lay beside Qiao Zhinuan, holding her wrist and whistling for her.

Huhu no longer hurts, when his knee was bruised before, grandma gave him Huhu like this.

Mo Siting came in with breakfast, and what he saw was his son pouting his buttocks and blowing wrists to Qiao Zhinuan.

He walked straight over, put his son aside, took a white ointment on the bedside, unscrewed the cap, squeezed out a little on the tip of his slender index finger, and spread it evenly on Qiao Zhinuan's wrist .

"Are you still dizzy?"

"It's okay... where is this?"

"Maple Garden."

Qiao Zhinuan was a little surprised.

Fenglin Court is definitely a house in Ancheng where every inch of land is expensive, and rich upstarts can't buy it. It is open to the top wealthy families, and internal quotas are available.

She had passed by outside and looked up several times at this rich area piled up with gold, but she never thought that one day, she would be able to walk in.

Qiao Zhinuan was held by the man's slightly rough fingers on the wrist, and the skin felt hot. He wanted to break free, but was held tightly by the man, "Don't move, if you don't apply the medicine, it will leave a scar."

I don't know if it's the man's finger or the ointment, but it coolly smeared on her wrist, causing her heart to beat faster.

Mo Xiaomo stared, twisted her buttocks and forcibly squeezed from her father's side. Her little hands formed a trumpet shape, screaming at Qiao Zhinuan's wrist.

Qiao Zhinuan: "..."

Mo Xiaomo held up the phone: "Qiao Qiao, I'll give you a whir, and you won't feel any pain."

The father and son put her under a lot of pressure.

After finally waiting for Mo Siting to apply the ointment, Qiao Zhinuan pulled out his wrist from his palm, "Thank you, Mr. Mo."

"That sentence again?" Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, and pursed his thin lips lightly.

Qiao Zhinuan avoided his gaze, "I, I... When I make money, I will repay you."

"I'm not short of money."

Qiao Zhinuan saw it.

He is wearing a custom-made high-end fabric suit, and a Patek Philippe men's watch on his wrist is worth tens of millions. How could he want to ask for money from her?
She bit her lip, lowered her head and clutched her dress, "But I have nothing to give you."

"How do you know you don't?"

The man lifts her chin with his fingers.

Qiao Zhinuan looked up at the man, and the man's dark eyes locked on her firmly, almost trying to draw her into two dark vortexes.

This man is too dangerous, she must stay away.

…………

When the little bun met Qiao Zhinuan, he swept away his irascible temper for the past two days, and followed Qiao Zhinuan on the saddle. She went to eat, and hurried to move the chair with all her strength, and she hurried to drink water. He fetched his milk bear cup and handed it to Qiao Zhinuan, with a "praise" expression on his face.

Jiang Siyan and Lu Bei sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect the little devil to have the attributes of a little sheep."

Lu Bei snorted, "Sure, but not to you."

Jiang Siyan: "..." Heartbroken.

"Mo Xiaomo, it's time to go to kindergarten."

Mo Siting's words made Mo Xiaomo lower his head, shook his head, and looked at Qiao Zhinuan pitifully.

Qiao Zhinuan squatted down, "Good kids are going to kindergarten."

Mo Xiaomo immediately blinked, and it was written all over his face: I am a good boy!
"Well, Auntie knows, Xiaomo is a good boy."

Mo Xiaomo took out his mobile phone and wrote a few words, "Are you coming to pick me up after school?"

His expression was aggrieved, as if he was about to cry.

Qiao Zhinuan hesitated.

Mo Siting behind him said quietly: "The night before yesterday, Mo Xiaomo was waiting for you in the kindergarten until nine o'clock."

Qiao Zhinuan's soft heart was stabbed.

She forgot.

On Xiao Baozi's first day in kindergarten, she promised him that she would pick him up.

"I'm sorry, little bun," Qiao Zhinuan rubbed against Mo Xiaomo's forehead, "Last time, Auntie broke her promise. I will pick you up tonight, okay?"

The little bun nodded heavily, with the corners of his mouth grinning up to his ears.

If Xiao Baozi had a tail behind his buttocks, he would be happy to curl it up now.

After the little bun left, Mo Siting asked Lu Bei to take out the contents of the briefcase and look at it, "Is everything in place?"

"Done."

Last night, Lu Bei stayed up almost all night, just to do what Mo Siting ordered.

Mo Siting turned to Qiao Zhinuan, "Miss Qiao, you have to go to the police station again."

Qiao Zhinuan nodded.

She must go there again, she can't tolerate sand in her eyes, and she wants to pour back the dirty water that others have splashed on her body!