Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

"Master Mo left an order worth 8000 million for you, do you know the inside story?"

"What did you go to Los Angeles for? Is the news on the Internet true? Did you really do that kind of thing in high school?"

"Is it true that the Mo family disliked your past and background, and you had this kind of thing happen at a critical moment, so they abandoned you?"

"Do you know that in just a few days, the stock market of the Mo Group has dropped by two points!"

One after another, the questions that had been thought up a long time ago were thrown towards Qiao Zhinuan like a tide.

The spotlights were flickering, and everyone seemed to be photographing her ugliness, wanting to capture the most vulnerable image of Qiao Zhinuan at this moment.

However, they all miscalculated.

Qiao Zhinuan not only didn't cry, but also didn't act like a vulnerable group.

She stood upright, with a very decent smile on her face.

"Escape from marriage is my own personal behavior. It has nothing to do with the Mo Group or Young Master Mo. Please don't speculate. As for saying that the Mo family despises me, it is even more nonsense. Young Master Mo and Young Master Mo The old man and Mrs. Mo have treated me very well, and I am very content."

"Then why did you do such a thing as escaping marriage?" A reporter hurriedly asked, grabbing the key point.

"Because I'm not ready to get married yet," Qiao Zhinuan said, "There is still a point of adjustment between me and First Young Master Mo."

"Is there a relationship problem between Young Master Mo and you?"

"It's my own reason. As for the reason, privacy is always privacy," Qiao Zhinuan said with a smile, "Women are always fickle and capricious. Don't you often say that a woman's heart is a needle in the sea?"

It was such a broad atmosphere that the reporters around couldn't help laughing when they heard it.

Qiao Zhinuan slightly nodded towards everyone, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry now, wait until I have time to make an appointment?"

Qiao Zhinuan's character is undoubtedly very pleasing.

The reporters looked at the back of Qiao Zhinuan getting into the car and leaving, and they all said, "Why do I think Qiao Zhinuan is not as bad as the online reviews?"

"In the whole network of hackers, how many of them are following the trend, in fact, they are nothing at all."

"I think she has a very good personality, easy-going, and humorous."

You know, the paparazzi who follow and track the paparazzi at the airport all day long are often insulted, and some even smash their cameras and throw them into the river.

Qiao Zhinuan returned to Fenglin Garden.

As soon as she came in, Jiang Siyan was startled.

"Joe, Miss Qiao, you are back!"

Qiao Zhinuan hummed, and changed shoes at the entrance, "Where's Xiaomo?"

"The young master is upstairs, in the children's room."

Before Qiao Zhinuan had time to go up the stairs, she heard the sound of tapping footsteps from the depths of the corridor, from far to near, and she threw herself into Qiao Zhinuan's arms.

The little bun's nose was red, and he squeezed his small fist and smashed it on Qiao Zhinuan's body, and all the snot and tears fell on Qiao Zhinuan's body from crying.

Jiang Siyan said from the side: "The young master has been unable to eat or sleep these few days, just waiting for you to come back."

Mo Xiaomo burst into tears.

He thought that Xiao Qiao was finally going to be his mother, but Xiao Qiao left, and even his father left, leaving him alone at grandma's house.

Qiao Zhinuan squatted down, she hugged Mo Xiaomo, rubbed his little head, "I'm here, I'm here, don't cry little bun."

When Mo Xiaomo heard this comforting words, he cried even harder.

Qiao Zhinuan hugged Mo Xiaomo, put her on the sofa, and asked Jiang Siyan to fetch a wet towel for Mo Xiaomo to wipe the tears on her face.

Mo Xiaomo is typing on the phone.

【Little Qiao, you don't want me anymore. 】

Qiao Zhinuan laughed, "Silly boy, why would I not want you."

Only then did Mo Xiaomo stop her sobbing slightly, and nodded.

【Even if you don’t want Dad, you can’t let me go. 】

With Qiao Zhinuan back, Jiang Siyan finally felt a little more relaxed.

Qiao Zhinuan carried Mo Xiaomo upstairs to take a shower. Jiang Siyan called Mo Siting and explained the situation. Mo Siting said, "I have an eight o'clock flight back."

By the time Mo Siting returned to Fenglin Garden, it was almost eleven o'clock at night.

Jiang Siyan waited at the door, reported the basic situation to Mo Siting, and left.

Mo Siting went upstairs.

His footsteps were very light, for fear of disturbing the sleeping mother and son.

Slowly pushing the bedroom door open a crack, he saw the mother and son sleeping soundly on a big double bed.

If it was before, Mo Siting would have gone straight up, carried Mo Xiaomo back to his own children's room, and left Qiao Zhinuan a chance to be alone.

But now...

He dared not.

For the first time, there was something Mo Si Ting didn't dare to do.

Always facing Qiao Zhinuan.

The next day.

Qiao Zhinuan woke up very early.

She slept well last night. She slept with Mo Xiaomo, and she was able to sleep better than usual. Could it be that this child inherited his father's sleeping pill essence?
Qiao Zhinuan got out of bed, opened the door and went out.

In the corridor outside the door, a large piece of golden light came down from the window and splashed on the ground.

The man's figure was leaning against the wall, and the golden sunlight pulled his tall figure away, scattered on the ground, and printed black shadows.

He had already put on his formal attire for work.

Qiao Zhinuan paused.

The man's gaze met her in mid-air.

Mo Siting stood up straight, "Did you sleep well?"

Qiao Zhinuan withdrew her gaze, and hung her long hair behind her ears, "...Okay."

She turned and walked down the stairs, Mo Siting followed.

Mo Xiaomo came down after washing up, and kept looking in the direction of Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Siting while eating.

He was sensitive to the fact that the atmosphere was not right.

He sneaked over and showed Mo Siting his phone: [Did you bully Xiao Qiao again? 】

Mo Siting wrote two words on the phone: [No. 】

Mo Xiaomo had an expression of disbelief.

"Ask Xiao Qiao if you don't believe me." Mo Siting threw the question to Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan looked at Mo Xiaomo, "What's the matter?"

Mo Xiaomo hurriedly put away the phone, with an innocent expression on her face, she shook her head to express that she was fine.

Jiang Siyan came to pick him up.

He hopped out with his schoolbag on his back and waved to Qiao Zhinuan.

Qiao Zhinuan smiled and watched him leave.

After seeing off Mo Xiaomo, she also changed clothes and went to work.

Mo Siting followed, "I'm going to the company too, I'll see you off."

"No need," Qiao Zhinuan lowered her head without looking at Mo Siting, and walked past him, "I've already ordered a car."

Qiao Zhinuan had already walked out, and a taxi had already parked outside Fenglin Garden.

Lu Bei, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, looked at his nose, his nose, his heart, wishing he could be regarded as a transparent person.

"How is the news on the Internet cleared up?"

Lu Bei said: "Yesterday, I already hid a little bit. Ms. Qiao's interview at the airport has had some effect."

It's fine not to mention this, but after saying this, Mo Siting's face became even more gloomy.

The entire company is enveloped in a layer of low air pressure, and the employees on the president's office floor dare not even breathe out.