Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Qiao Zhinuan looked a little embarrassed, "I...I want to get a spoon."

"I'll get it for you."

Qiao Zhinuan followed behind the tall man, stepping on the slender back of the light pouring down from his head.

She put the glutinous rice balls on the dining table, and started to eat them in the kitchen.

She actually lied to Mo Siting.

She did order takeaway at night, but it didn't suit her appetite, so she didn't eat a few bites.

Qiao Zhinuan whetted his appetite for this bowl of warm wine glutinous rice balls, but he finished it in a few minutes.

Mo Siting sat in front of Qiao Zhinuan, quietly looking into her bright eyes.

"Anything else?"

Qiao Zhinuan wiped her mouth, "No more, I'm done eating."

She sent the dishes and chopsticks to the sink, rinsed them and put them on the dish rack, "Go to bed early, good night."

This time, Qiao Zhinuan took the initiative to say goodnight.

The corners of Mo Siting's lips also curved into a smile, "Well, what a dream."

Strange to say.

That night, Qiao Zhinuan really had a happy dream in his sleep.

In the dream, she, Mo Siting, and Mo Xiaomo's family of three went out for an outing in early spring.

Mo Xiaomo was able to speak, turned left and ran beside her, calling her mother in a crisp voice.

When she woke up, Qiao Zhinuan found that her pillow was soaked from crying.

Mother……

For Qiao Zhinuan, these two words are something you can meet but not ask for.

Qiao Zhinuan went to wash her face, and suddenly thought of something, why didn't Mo Xiaomo speak?
She remembered that she once asked Mo Siting, but the relationship between the two had not been confirmed at that time, and Mo Siting did not tell the truth.

And now...

Qiao Zhinuan wanted to ask, but didn't know how to ask.

After thinking about it, she felt that it was still necessary to go to the Mo family's mansion.

That night, Qiao Zhinuan picked up Mo Xiaomo and went to the Mo family mansion.

Mo Xiaomo saw that the courtyard of the Mo family's mansion was in the distance, so she hugged her arms, [Xiao Qiao, you are sending me to grandma's house again!Do you not like me anymore? 】

Qiao Zhinuan stopped the car, saw Mo Xiaomo's writing on the phone, smiled, leaned over to unbuckle Mo Xiaomo's seat belt, "No, Auntie likes you the most, today I want Xiaomo Accompanying my aunt to come home for a meal, my aunt is too timid to come alone."

When Mo Xiaomo heard this, his small face burst into a smile and turned into a chrysanthemum.

He happily jumped out of the car.

Xiao Qiao asked him to accompany her to see her grandparents, which meant that he had grown up, was a man, and could already protect Xiao Qiao.

Mo Xiaomo took the initiative to walk in front of Qiao Zhinuan, very happy.

Han Xiangjun received Qiao Zhinuan's call two hours ago, and he was a little unbelievable, feeling a little unreal.

He obviously didn't come back yesterday, why did he come today?
When Han Xiangjun came to his senses, he asked the kitchen to prepare meals, and at the same time hung up the phone to Mo Siting, asking him to come back for dinner at night.

Qiao Zhinuan prepared gifts for Han Xiangjun and Mo Chongfeng.

Han Xiangjun has always been born as a daughter. In fact, there is no shortage of food and clothing. With Qiao Zhinuan's own salary, he can't afford expensive luxury brands. In the end, he still spends it with Mo Siting's money. It was something she didn't want to see again, so she tricked her into a trick.

She went to the handicraft market, took Mo Xiaomo's photo, and asked the old craftsman over there to make a clay doll, and then painted it with color glaze.

Han Xiangjun opened the box, and there was a lifelike clay doll lying inside, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"Hey, this isn't Xiaomo! It really looks like it!"

When Mo Xiaomo heard this, he ran out of the prescription in a hurry. Sure enough, he saw his grandma holding a clay doll of his.

His eyes were rounded.

The expression with rounded eyes is more similar.

"Thank you Zhinuan, you are really caring, I like it very much." Han Xiangjun was more and more satisfied with Qiao Zhinuan.

She has no children. Since she was a child, Mo Siting didn't come back until she was ten years old. Since she was a child, she has never had Cheng Huan under her knees. Now her only heart is her grandson, Mo Xiaomo.

Qiao Zhinuan fell in love with him, and Han Xiangjun couldn't put it down.

"nice! You love it."

Qiao Zhinuan gave Mo Chongfeng a teapot.

"It's not expensive, but this teapot was used by the abbot of Guangyun Temple during his lifetime. He soaked it in various teas and Chinese medicines every day. It is said that this teapot is good for the body. I don't know what it is, so I just bought it." Give it a try."

Qiao Zhinuan can really speak.

The words are never full, but it makes people feel very comfortable after listening.

Mo Chongfeng looked at Qiao Zhinuan.

I don't know why, but compared to when she met her parents before marriage, Qiao Zhinuan's temperament is more obvious, leisurely and calm, yet relaxed and playful.

If the original Qiao Zhinuan was a quiet white magnolia, now it is a white plum facing the wind and cold.

It is calm and beautiful, but also has a sense of pride and playfulness.

After the things were delivered, Mo Xiaomo was not happy.

He held the whiteboard and protested dissatisfied: 【I want a gift too. 】

Because Mao's grandpa and grandma both had presents from Xiao Qiao, but he didn't, he wanted to protest!

Qiao Zhinuan saw it, and burst out laughing. She leaned down and kissed Mo Xiaomo's cheek, "Auntie, can I give you this as a gift?"

Mo Xiaomo's face turned red with embarrassment, turned around and ran upstairs.

Han Xiangjun smiled, and said to the servant next to him, "Young Master, I'm afraid he won't wash his face for a few days."

The servants next to him also laughed.

Qiao Zhinuan thinks that Han Xiangjun is quite cute, without any airs.

She took the opportunity to mention Mo Xiaomo's illness.

"Auntie, does Xiaomo have a language barrier?" Qiao Zhinuan mentioned very euphemistically, "Ever since I met Xiaomo, he has never said a word. Take him to the hospital to see..."

Seeing Han Xiangjun's expression getting darker, she stopped talking.

Han Xiangjun let out a long sigh.

"Xiao Mo is good at everything, but he just refuses to speak. He used to be very smart. He can speak in seven or eight months. He is very talented in languages."

When the children spoke, they made witty remarks, which made adults laugh from ear to ear.

Qiao Zhinuan was a little puzzled, "Then why is he now..."

"Something happened in the middle." Han Xiangjun closed his eyes, seemed to be recalling the past that was not very good at that time, and rubbed the center of his brows, "Since that incident, he has been closed to himself for a while, and then he recovered. After that, he never spoke again."

Qiao Zhinuan pursed her lips, "What is it...?"