Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan was stunned.

Ever since he saw her smile, he has been calling her Jojo.

I called her Qiao Qiao and Xiao Qiao over and over again, and said in her ear: This name is unique, I like you, so I like your name, and I like the look on your face when you hear my name.

From the initial shock, she returned to normal.

He likes to call, so he will call.

But now, Qiao Zhinuan is not because of this title, but because of... this bowl of longevity noodles.

Today...is her birthday.

She has forgotten.

I don't know since when, she no longer celebrates her birthday.

For her, her birthday is no different from passing a year and getting a year older.

But now, when someone really said to her...Happy Birthday, Qiao Zhinuan froze and stayed there for a long time without moving.

She finally understood why he had been learning how to make noodles a few days ago, but never cooked it for her.

It's all about getting ready for today...

"Try it." Mo Qing took the chopsticks over, a little cautiously, "I'm afraid you don't like the salty food in the morning, so make it lighter."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't move.

She stared at the bowl of noodles silently.

It can be said that the appearance is very good, compared with the black lump at the beginning.

White handmade noodles, green vegetable leaves, and round poached eggs. The soup is clear and beautiful, and it is very easy to sell even if it is taken out.

At this time, Mo Qing was a little apprehensive.

At this time he celebrated her birthday for the first time.

Maybe it's because, this side is not attractive?
"If you don't like it, I can do something else. Now girls don't like to eat pasta and are afraid of getting fat. Then I'll cook rice for you."

Before the words finished, Qiao Zhinuan picked up the chopsticks and began to eat slowly.

In the past, Qiao Zhinuan liked to watch Mo Siting eat, he ate very elegantly, even if he ate Malatang, he could still feel a bit taller.

But now, Mo Qing likes to watch Qiao Zhinuan eat.

She took small bites, slowly, but beautifully.

The sun shone on her side face, a layer of fluffy hair.

Seeing her eating the noodles he made with his own hands, there was a bubble in his heart, slowly popping up, bubbling.

After Qiao Zhinuan finished eating a bowl of noodles, Mo Qing handed over the paper towels.

She wiped the corner of her mouth, met his eyes, "It's delicious, thank you, Mo Qing."

Mo Qing held her hand, "What do you want to do today?"

"I can do whatever I want?" Qiao Zhinuan asked back.

A gleam of light clearly flashed across Mo Qing's eyes.

She wants to go.

She still wants to go.

He was clamoring in his heart, absolutely not allowing her to leave, but he clenched his palms tightly, but still said: "Today is your birthday, you can do whatever you want."

Silently added in my heart: Except leave me.

Qiao Zhinuan looked sideways at the sunlight outside the window, "You can accompany me to a place."

Mo Qing didn't know where Qiao Zhinuan wanted to go, but now that he wanted him to accompany him, this was a good sign, as long as he could be with her, it didn't matter where he went.

Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Qing got into the car.

Qiao Zhinuan personally navigated to an address.

Mo Qing saw "Longyuewan Cemetery" written on the address.

On the way, Qiao Zhinuan went to a flower shop to buy flowers.

Mo Qing followed along all the time, watching her communicate with the flower shop owner.

In the end, the florist made two bouquets of flowers, daisies, lilies, calla lilies, and gardenias.

Qiao Zhinuan took the bouquet and went out. The boss called out, "Girl, pay."

Qiao Zhinuan paused.

She forgot.

Before the hand touched the phone, a big palm with well-defined bones stretched out from the front, "How much is it?"

The flower shop owner saw the card, his eyes lit up, and he accepted it with a smile.

This is a black card.

Global limited black card!
For a small flower shop like hers, such a big man holding a black card can come to buy flowers. An uneducated person like her can instantly think of four words, flourishing.

"Sir, that girl is your wife, right? You are really a good match."

When the proprietress handed back the black card, she didn't forget to say a few more compliments.

Mo Qing was naturally happy when he heard that, so he gave her a banknote as a tip.

Qiao Zhinuan had already gotten into the car with the bouquet in her arms.

Arrive at Longyuewan Cemetery.

Mo Qing followed Qiao Zhinuan and walked slowly behind him.

He stopped in front of two close tombstones.

Even in midsummer, the mornings are still cold.

Coupled with the cemetery, there is a feeling of rising Yin Qi.

Mo Qing saw the words on the tombstone.

Lin Feng's tomb.

Lin Yinran's tomb.

The photos on the tombstone are two young faces with slightly similar looks.

Qiao Zhinuan placed two bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstone, and bowed deeply three times, "Father, brother, I'm here to see you."

A flash of light suddenly flashed through Mo Qing's head, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Qiao Zhinuan didn't notice it, and with a slight smile on her face, she said softly: "It's been a long time since I came to see you, today is my birthday, I ate longevity noodles this morning, it was delicious, and Dad, you It tastes the same as before…”

Mo Qing turned to look at Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan acted as if he hadn't seen her, but was still smiling and talking.

Mo Qing's thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

He remembered.

As early as five years ago, he pulled away from Mo Siting's nerves for the first time and did a stupid thing.

Qiao Zhinuan said a lot, but she didn't shy away from Mo Qing's presence.

When he was leaving, Mo Qing also bowed three times towards the tombstone.

When the two walked to the entrance of the cemetery, a figure also got out of the car.

"Ink technique?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked at Mo Shu also holding a bouquet of flowers in surprise, and couldn't help crying out.

There was also surprise in Mo Shu's eyes, but it quickly calmed down, leaving no trace at all.

"Zhinuan, are you here to visit the grave too?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded: "I'll come and see my dad and my brother."

Mo Shu and Lin Yinran are classmates, so Mo Shu naturally understands what Qiao Zhinuan said.

"Well," Mo Shu's eyes moved away from Qiao Zhinuan's face, and he glanced at Mo Qing, "Are you leaving already?"

"Yes," Qiao Zhinuan said, "I won't bother you for now."

As if declaring his sovereignty, Mo Qing hugged Qiao Zhinuan into his arms, and put his hands gently on her waist.

Mo Shu stood where he was, holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms, watching the two leave before turning around and walking into the cemetery.

His direction was exactly the same as the direction Qiao Zhinuan walked in just now.

In the end, they stopped in front of two side-by-side tombstones.

In front of the tombstone, two bouquets of flowers have been placed, and the dew on the flowers still reflects the brilliance of the sun.

Mo Shu put the bouquet in his hand together against these two bouquets.

…………

Qiao Zhinuan turned her head and kept looking at the scenery outside the window.

Today is a rare good weather.

Mo Qing drove Qiao Zhinuan for a ride. Near noon, Qiao Zhinuan suddenly turned his head, "Do you like rice noodles?"

Mo Qing was taken aback for a moment, "Huh?"

"Let's go eat rice noodles. I know a family whose rice noodles are especially delicious."

"it is good."

Perhaps it is precisely because today is Qiao Zhinuan's birthday, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as obedient and obedient.

This is a time-honored rice noodle shop. The authentic rice noodle in Jiangxi and Xi'an mainly focuses on the soup used.

It is said that it is made with more than 30 kinds of seasonings made by ourselves, plus pork bones, beef bones and chicken broth.

Qiao Zhinuan ordered a big bowl for Mo Qing, and ordered a small one for herself.

The proprietress looked up and saw that it was Qiao Zhinuan, "How spicy is it?"

"Yeah," Qiao Zhinuan nodded, "How spicy is one serving, but not spicy at all."

Mo Qing glanced at Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan has already taken a pair of disposable wooden chopsticks, sliding each other to rub off the tiny wooden thorns on them.

"You know I don't eat spicy food?" Mo Qing asked.

Qiao Zhinuan finished rubbing the chopsticks and handed them to Mo Qing, "Of course, I've cooked for you for so long, how can I not know your taste."

Mo Qing looked at her and thought to himself, that's Mo Siting, not me.

But when the words came to his lips, he still swallowed them.

Whether he or Mo Siting, they are one.

Saying such things now clearly made Qiao Zhinuan feel embarrassed.

The rice noodles came out quickly.

Qiao Zhinuan greeted: "Hurry up and eat, it's very delicious."

The rice noodles are very springy in the mouth, and the tip of the tongue almost melts when touched with the tip of the tongue. The taste buds seem to explode at that moment.

Looking at the expression on Mo Qing's face, Qiao Zhinuan knew that the rice noodles were very suitable for him, so she smiled contentedly.

She was about to move her chopsticks when she suddenly froze.

Why would she be happy if Mo Qing likes to eat?

Has he already begun to occupy her, can he affect her emotions?
When she thought of such a possibility, the blood on her face faded a little.

She seems to have entered an irreversible process.

Seeing that Qiao Zhinuan liked it, Mo Qing went to the back kitchen and packed a soup and dry rice noodles.

"Where else do you want to go?" Mo Qing got into the car, helped Qiao Zhinuan fasten his seat belt, and turned to ask her.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at him quietly, "I want to go back to University A, is that okay?"

When Mo Qing heard this, his expression changed, but he still kept a smile on his face, "You are still on summer vacation, and you are the only one back in the dormitory. You will come back when school starts."

"Will you let me back when school starts?"

Mo Qing stepped on the accelerator in silence.

On the way back, it was a bit more depressing and dull than before.

Qiao Zhinuan was a little sleepy, leaning on the co-pilot's seat, dozing off a little drowsily.

Perhaps because of Mo Qing's restlessness, he didn't notice that there was a car following him not far or near behind the car.

Until he arrived at Anlisa Castle in a jungle, his car was hidden in the mountain road.

A person got out of the car that was following behind him.

A peaked cap was pressed on his head, a black mask was worn, and a pair of malicious eyes were shining, looking up at the towering old castle.

It turned out to be hidden here.