Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Lin Qiao felt that Mo Siting's behavior was very bad.

She stopped Mo Siting, "I'll go."

Mo Siting raised his eyebrows, "Can you do it by yourself?"

"Of course," Lin Qiao said, "It's not that I can't take care of myself, so it's easy to call a door."

Lin Qiao stood up and walked towards the study.

There was a smile on the corner of Mo Siting's lips.

Lin Qiao can't always be a flower growing in the greenhouse, he still needs to exercise by himself.

Lin Qiao knocked on the door of the study, "Professor Song."

A mid-air voice came from inside, "Come in."

Lin Qiao: "..."

I dare not sleep.

She finally understood where Mo Siting's outrageous anger came from.

The door was not locked from the inside, Lin Qiao turned the handle and came in.

The decoration of the study room is antique, with tall solid wood bookcases on both sides and a mahogany desk in the middle. At a glance, the study room is actually empty.

Eh?
She obviously heard someone call her in just now.

"What are you looking at?"

Just as Lin Qiao was looking around for someone in the study, a voice suddenly came from the wall, which startled her.

Looking over, I found that there was a reclining chair on the balcony at the door of the study, and an old man with white hair was lying on the reclining chair.

She hurriedly stopped, not daring to continue looking around, "Professor Song."

Professor Song looked at Lin Qiao.

Well-dressed, with bright eyes, she looks girlish.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Lin Qiao, and I'm a freshman student in City No. [-] Middle School."

"Sit down."

Professor Song raised his hand and asked Lin Qiao to sit beside the desk, "There are two pieces of paper on the desk, please draw me a picture according to the above requirements."

"Yes."

Lin Qiao sat beside the desk.

This was what Mo Siting told her before he came, maybe this tricky and eccentric little old man would have a problem.

But Lin Qiao looked at the topic above, and it was quite satisfactory.

One question is copying, and the other is free and divergent drawing.

Copying is a piece of cake for Lin Qiao.

She used a pencil to copy a picture of the characters given by Professor Song.

When she was freely diverging, she thought about it, raised her head and propped her cheeks, not knowing what to draw.

She has no professional basic training, and her own divergence is just copying, so there will be no new ideas, and I am afraid that Professor Song will criticize her for not understanding innovations.

At this moment, the door of the study behind him opened, and a figure came in. It was the little girl who opened the door for Mo Siting and Lin Qiao just now.

The little girl was holding a tray with a teacup and a fruit plate in her hand, and walked up to Professor Song, "Grandpa."

Looking at this scene, Lin Qiao suddenly had an idea, and the pencil in his hand began to rustle on the sketch paper.

After about half an hour, Lin Qiao stopped the pen in his hand.

Professor Song looked over, "Has it been written?"

"Ah."

"Bring it here and show me."

Lin Qiao took the two pieces of paper in his hand, walked towards Professor Song, and handed them over with both hands to show respect.

She was still a little uneasy.

After all, it was the first time there was such a serious assessment.

Professor Song looked at Lin Qiao's first question, copying the question, and it seemed to be quite satisfactory. When he turned to the second page, his eyes suddenly changed.

In fact, Lin Qiao's brushwork is very immature, and all kinds of skills are useless.

But such a picture still makes Professor Song feel a little excited.

This is the first drawing of both their grandparents and grandchildren.

Professor Song held the two pieces of paper in his hand and looked at Lin Qiao, "How long have you been learning to draw?"

"I haven't learned it before." Lin Qiao said honestly.

"Never learned it?!" It was Professor Song's turn to be surprised this time.

"Yes, it's Mo... Mr. thinks I'm good at painting, so he recommends me to come here."

Lin Qiao originally wanted to say Mo Siting's name directly, but felt that it was not polite, so it's better to show Mo Siting more face in front of the old man.

Professor Song looked at Lin Qiao in disbelief.

Lin Qiao has never learned to draw, this is his talent.

"Go ahead and call me that kid."

"Oh."

Lin Qiao went out to the living room to call Mo Siting.

Mo Siting was leaning on the sofa and eating the fruit in his hand, raising his eyebrows to look at Lin Qiao.

"Professor Song told you to come over."

Mo Siting nodded, "I'll go, you can wait for me here."

Lin Qiao glanced at him and nodded.

She was a little uneasy in her heart, and she didn't know if it would work or not. She fidgeted on the sofa, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from her palms.

After a while, I finally heard footsteps outside.

She looked over, and Mo Siting walked over with a serious face.

When Lin Qiao saw Mo Siting's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

This……

Mo Siting came over, pulled Lin Qiao to stand up, and put the scarf on her again.

"It's done."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She was unresponsive for a few seconds, and when she saw Mo Siting's smiling face that seemed to have changed, she reached out and hit Mo Siting on the shoulder twice.

"You are... so bad! I thought I couldn't do it!"

Mo Siting pinched Lin Qiao's face, "How can it be impossible, my Qiao Qiao can do anything."

That night, Professor Song left the two of them for dinner.

He said he wanted to treat people to dinner at home, but in fact Mo Siting went to play chess with the old man, and Lin Qiao cooked in the kitchen, making a table full of delicious dishes.

Professor Song especially liked Lin Qiao's craftsmanship, and he praised Lin Qiao's cooking time and time again. Even Professor Song's granddaughter Song Ying said, "Grandpa hasn't had an appetite for a long time."

Lin Qiao finally understood Mo Siting's good intentions.

In Mo Siting's words: "This old man Song has two major hobbies. One is collecting antique calligraphy and paintings. You can't give them away for now. The second is good food."

Lin Qiao blinked, "Then how do you know that my food suits Professor Song's taste? What if it doesn't suit..."

"You are the apprentice I taught, how can you not suit your appetite."

Lin Qiao: "..."

This is turning a corner to praise yourself.

The man's face is still the same thick.

In this way, Lin Qiao decided to come to Professor Song to study every Saturday afternoon, and cook by the way. As for the tuition fee, Mo Siting did not tell Lin Qiao. not enough.

She felt that she owed Mo Siting even more.

It wasn't until the end of the holiday that Lin Qiao went back to East Third Alley to pack up the things left in the room before the Chinese New Year.

"Brother, I'm coming back to pack my things."

Lin Qiao saw Su Zhaohuan from a distance and beckoned. He smiled and showed two small canine teeth.