Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Qing was very happy, so he fed her bit by bit.

She had finished eating, leaving the last bit of soup undrinked.

Mo Qing went downstairs with the bowl in his hand, thinking that Qiao Zhinuan must be satisfied with his cooking skills for the first time since he ate so much.

He also scooped up a little to eat.

After taking a bite, I spit it out.

The light one has no salty taste, and it is hard to swallow. It is the worst thing he has ever eaten!

But Qiao Zhinuan finished eating.

Mo Qing looked at the poor-looking lump in the pot, and finally remained silent for a long time before eating a bowl.

He came upstairs and sat next to Qiao Zhinuan, "It's terrible, why do you want to eat it?"

Qiao Zhinuan turned around and looked at him.

Her eyes are very clear, and you can see the bottom with a clear glance.

This made Mo Qing afraid to look directly at him.

He looked ashamed.

In the past, he always thought that Qiao Zhinuan was very pretending, and that she was just pretending to be innocent, and only Mo Siting would like such a woman.

But now, he understands.

Qiao Zhinuan was like this, even when he was using some careful thinking to plot people behind his back, there was only a sly glint in those clear eyes.

She looked straight into his eyes, "I'm hungry."

Mo Qing's thin lips pursed even tighter.

hungry.

So, just like those poor people who suffered from famine in the past, they were so hungry that they could eat bark and rice bran.

Is this an instinctive human reaction?
Mo Qing laughed at himself, "Then if I still make it so unpalatable, will you still eat it?"

This time Qiao Zhinuan didn't answer.

But the next day, when Qiao Zhinuan was upstairs, she heard the tinkling sound from downstairs.

She couldn't stay on the bed all the time, so she got up, put on a coat, and walked to the corridor.

The sound came from the kitchen.

"Is that so? Noodles like this? Put water? How much water? What about salt? Half a spoon? Your spoon is not as big as mine. Do you want to taste it while you put it?"

Qiao Zhinuan heard Mo Qing's voice.

She walked carefully and lightly, walked over slowly, approached the door frame, and looked inside.

At the door of the kitchen, there happened to be a microwave oven shelf. The microwave oven and oven on it blocked her figure, and she could see the kitchen from the angle of the gap.

It turned out that Mo Qing was not talking to himself.

He turned on a video interface of the iPad, and he could see that the other party was a chef wearing a white chef's uniform, and Mo Qing was teaching the other party how to cook in a video.

Mo Qing was wearing an apron, standing in front of the cooking table.

There was flour all over the surface, and there was flour on the fingers. The noodles were all lumpy, and the big bone stew in the pot on the other side was also a mess.

The chefs in the video are running out of patience.

"President Mo, I'm ready to send it to you."

"No," Mo Qing said resolutely, "This is my intention, I want to do it myself, please repeat the steps just now."

Because of these words, Qiao Zhinuan's heartstrings were suddenly plucked.

She is not a clay figurine cut off from all emotions and desires, she has feelings, and she will perceive others' kindness to her.

She turned silently and went upstairs.

Mo Qing has been learning how to make noodles these two days.

But the strange thing is that Qiao Zhinuan never ate noodles in every meal.

Qiao Zhinuan even wanted to go up and help him do it himself, he did it so seriously.

Finally, finally on the third day, those white flour finally seemed to turn decay into magic, turning into clean noodles at the tip of his fingers.

Mo Qing was very satisfied.

Qiao Zhinuan thought that she would be able to eat noodles tonight, but she still didn't.

Mo Qing cooked instant noodles.

He was suddenly happy to put some other ingredients into the instant noodle pot, such as vegetables, tomato slices, shredded tofu, and finally being able to wrap the poached eggs into a full circle.

"Try it, it's definitely better than the pig food I made for the first time."

Qiao Zhinuan lowered his head to eat, "Don't you have to go to work?"

Mo Qing's smile froze on his face, "No need."

"Then who is in charge of the Mo family?"

Mo Qing looked at her, "Are you concerned about me, or when I will leave so that you can escape from here?"

Qiao Zhinuan shook the hands holding the chopsticks, blew on the noodles on the chopsticks, and took a bite.

Mo Qing clenched his fists under the table, "I said, a place where there is only me, you are my everything, I want you to treat me like this, if you want to go out, I will accompany you."

Qiao Zhinuan's eating slowed down.

Mo Qing continued: "But if you want me to let you go, I can't do it, and it's impossible."

But he just refused to let her go, holding her in the palm of his hand to hurt her.

If he is not good at cooking, he can learn.

Bad temper, he can change it.

But she wanted to leave him, no.

He is willing to use all his control over her, just wishing she could look at him.

He waited for Qiao Zhinuan to speak, even if it was to refute him.

However, until the end of the meal, Qiao Zhinuan still didn't say a word.

After eating, Qiao Zhinuan sent the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, washed his own bowls and chopsticks, put them in the cupboard, and went upstairs.

She likes to read in the oversized study in the castle recently.

The collection of books here is very rich, and there are all kinds of books. In a super large room, there are towering bookshelves on all sides, four rows of bookshelves at the front and back, and a square round table in the middle.

Qiao Zhinuan walked to the door, suddenly remembered something, stopped and turned back.

In the restaurant downstairs, Mo Qing just raised his hand, and with a clatter, he swept all the food he hadn't eaten just now to the ground.

Qiao Zhinuan stood at the stairs.

Here is a shadow, Mo Qing can't see her.

Holding the railing in her hands, she paused for two seconds before she said, "Mo Qing, you said you'd give me a make-up exam tonight..."

Her voice suddenly sounded, and she could clearly see that Mo Qing panicked for a moment, and even took two steps forward, as if to cover the plate that fell to the ground just now.

"Oh, I...tomorrow, you go to read first."

Qiao Zhinuan hummed and turned around.

At the corner of the stairs, she paused again.

Turning to look at the man, he was sweeping the broken bowls and chopsticks and the food scattered all over the floor.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't read the book that night.

She sat at the desk, looking at the words on the page, which seemed to be ghostly drawn characters, and split and reassembled them one by one in her mind, but she couldn't compose the words she could understand.

She propped her chin.

Mo Qing has changed.

In the beginning, he just hated himself, and would rather use Lin Tian as a shield to block himself out, hurt himself, and create a complete image of a scumbag.

And later, was interested.

The interest was what he had at the beginning, but she used a little trick to make this change invisible, and then it slowly penetrated into Mo Qing's heart.

Now, he has changed.

She is still arrogant and possessive, but she knows how to take care of her heart and respect her thoughts...to a certain extent.

The only prerequisite is not to let her go, and he can discuss the rest.

Qiao Zhinuan felt that Mo Qing cared about her.

It was the same as when she felt Mo Siting's love for her back then.

But now she is in a mess.

Mo Siting's strong desire for monopoly was unbearable for her.

Then if she changed to Mo Qing, would she be able to bear it?

She just became his confinement, his attachment.

She snapped the book shut and went back to her room to sleep.

When she was in a daze, she felt that the mattress beside her had collapsed slightly, and a warm body was already close to her, holding her in her arms naturally.

Qiao Zhinuan was used to it.

Mo Qing won't touch her like last time, but he will sleep with her in his arms every night.

Just cuddling and sleeping.

Sometimes, when Qiao Zhinuan writhed a lot in his arms, he would let her go and take a cold shower in the bathroom to solve it by himself.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't feel sleepy.

And Mo Qing's water is very fast today.

She didn't open her eyes to look at him until she noticed that the man's breathing was calming down.

Under the night light, the outline of his face was the same as before.

Cold and deep, as fast as a blade.

The thin lips were pursed tightly.

A pair of eagle-like sharp eyes were closed, but the position between the brows was slightly furrowed.

She took her hands out of the quilt, trying to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, such a small movement made Mo Qing hug her even tighter in his sleep.

Qiao Zhinuan was taken aback for a moment, and heard the murmuring voice in his sleep.

"Don't go..."

In fact, she didn't really dislike Mo Qing in her heart.

Regardless of whether he is Mo Qing or Mo Siting, he is a man who cares about himself, right?
Qiao Zhinuan fell asleep in his arms.

In the past, even in the school dormitory, she suffered from severe insomnia.

Or it's dreaminess.

But no matter whether it was in Fenglin Garden, Biyou Villa, or now in Anlisa Castle, as long as he is there, she can sleep soundly.

She once jokingly said that he has the physique of sleeping pills.

But only she can sleep so soundly in his arms.

The next morning, when Qiao Zhinuan woke up, she suddenly found that there was nothing beside her.

Suddenly she felt nervous, she threw off the quilt and got off the bed. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes, and ran out.

"Mo Qing!"

She ran down the stairs and saw Mo Qing who had just come out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.

Seeing Qiao Zhinuan's bare feet, Mo Qing frowned, walked over and hugged her horizontally, and held her feet against his chest, "Don't you know that you have a cold body? You don't wear shoes yet."

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes were blank.

Mo Qing: "I... didn't quarrel with you, what I said was serious just now, I was just afraid of you..."

"You cooked the noodles."

Qiao Zhinuan's gaze fell on the bowl of noodles without blinking.

He learned how to make noodles for several days, and finally cooked them.

"Yes, I cooked noodles, longevity noodles."

Mo Qing smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Happy birthday, Jojo."