Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

The man's thick black eyes instantly shot out the light of intense hatred, and the darkness penetrated into people.

The corner of his mouth hooked up, took off the black clothes on his body, walked into the bathroom, put the black clothes in the basin, and turned on the faucet with a splash.

The clear water slowly wets the clothes.

However, after the transparent water overflowed from the clothes, it turned red.

The color of diluted blood.

…………

next door.

When Mo Xiaomo came to the hotel room, she pursed her lips in disgust.

Where is this place where people live!

A double bed, the bed sheet can barely see that the background color is white, at least whiter than the wall.

The floor was covered with ceramic tiles, the tiles were already damaged, and there were many gray and black spots on the white tiles.

Overhead lights.

It's a big light bulb.

TV, even the old-fashioned TV that Mo Xiaomo had never seen when he was very small.

Mo Xiaomo wanted to go to the bathroom a little bit, so she went to the bathroom.

Worse than imagined.

In the bathroom, there is only one shower head.

The color of the washbasin was also dirty and there was an equally dirty toilet.

Mo Xiaomo breathed heavily, he really wanted to turn around and go out to check out, take his ID card and go to live in another international five-star hotel only 1000 meters away!

However, reason finally stopped his behavior.

He cannot act rashly.

Why is the condition here not as good as the benches in the park?
Mo Xiaomo went to the toilet and felt a little better, so she went to boil another pot of hot water.

There is a thick layer of white scale at least as thick as a finger inside the electric kettle.

Mo Xiaomo boiled a pot of water and poured it into the water cup he carried with him, the water stains fluttered.

He lay on the table, looking at the whiteness in the water glass.

After 10 minutes, the water glass can barely see the transparent color.

Mo Xiaomo sighed, it's really inconvenient to be outside alone.

He couldn't help thinking of the soft and comfortable bed in Fenglin Garden, as well as Xiao Qiao's bedtime stories and sleeping songs...

Stop!

Mo Xiaomo's eyes widened suddenly, and he shook his head violently.

He couldn't forgive Xiao Qiao, absolutely not!

Why did they all know the truth, that Qiao Qiao was his mother, but he was the only one who was forgotten in the corner, and no one came to tell him about it.

He won't bow his head this time, never will.

Mo Xiaomo took two sips of water, and felt that although the water stains had been cleared up for so long, when he drank it down his throat, it still felt like sandpaper.

He went to lose again to rinse his mouth.

He didn't dare to turn on his phone, for fear that his father would be able to locate him once he turned on the phone.

He also forgot to bring his game console.

Mo Xiaomo glanced at the TV that he had disliked just now, went over and turned on the TV.

The TV was turned on, and the picture on the screen... The pixels were very low, and it seemed vaguely like white snowflakes.

Mo Xiaomo pursed her lips.

He was squatting in front of the TV, tuning the channels.

But found that there are only three channels in total.

Moreover, they are all TV stations in the city, agricultural channels, industrial channels, and urban channels.

Oh, and one more.

Special 999 advertising channel.

Mo Xiaomo exhaled heavily.

He was just about to turn off the TV, but suddenly realized...

what.

Search notices?

When he continued to look down, his face turned green.

Dad, grandpa, grandma, they actually figured out this way to post a missing person notice on the TV station?
It’s just...

Moreover, there is actually a photo of the ugliest ID photo he took at the bottom? !

Mo Xiaomo directly turned off the TV, and sat aside to sulk.

Such a missing person notice posted on TV is not like a missing person notice at all, but more like a wanted report.

Coupled with the one-inch ID photo in the yellow coat, it's even more like it!
Mo Xiaomo felt that they posted this missing person notice not to find him, but to make him angry.

But he just wasn't fooled!

Big deal, he'll just hide in this dilapidated hotel room for the past few days.

Mo Xiaomo lifted the quilt, lay down inside, and turned off the light.

The quilt was very damp, Mo Xiaomo originally wanted to take off her clothes and put on her pajamas, but when she saw that she forgot to put the pajamas in her backpack, she had no choice but to lie on the bed wearing her own clothes and clothes.

Perhaps it was because Mo Xiaomo was a little tired from wandering outside all day, and fell asleep in a daze.

Mo Xiaomo was alone outside and did not sleep well.

He could vaguely hear something all the time.

After an unknown amount of time, he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and fumbled for the light switch.

The light came on, and while Mo Xiaomo's piercing eyes didn't open, he still saw a gray mouse chattering on the ground from the corner of his eyes.

"what!"

Mo Xiaomo screamed.

He jumped out of bed and ran out straight away, his eyes were terrified, and he stomped his feet on the ground.

Children are afraid of things like mice and cockroaches, and Mo Xiaomo is no exception.

On the other side, Song Ke just went downstairs, trying to trick the landlady out of her mouth to see if there is a single child coming to stay today.

But he didn't expect that the proprietress was a talker.

Once you start talking, you can't stop it anymore.

"You said a child! Yes, he came just before you, and he lived in 303. He was also a weird child, and he didn't speak. He was obviously alone, and he insisted on asking for a room with a big bed. I think that The child is also wearing a famous brand, who knows how he would come to sleep in a dilapidated small hotel like mine..."

As soon as Song Ke heard it, he was basically sure.

Did not expect such a coincidence.

Originally, he wanted to find a few more hotels or hotels to see if he could find this little boy who "run away from home".

It was simply a gift from God himself.

Song Ke laughed, biting the cigarette butt, took out a 50 yuan cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the proprietress, "Here is your tip."

The proprietress's eyes lit up, and she took the money when she saw that her eyes were wide open, and smiled: "This is not very good."

"Nothing wrong, it was a pleasure chatting with you."

Song Ke turned around and went upstairs.

Who knows, before Song Ke found a chance to knock on Mo Xiaomo's door, Mo Xiaomo had already rushed out from another room, looking very frightened, as if he saw something wrong Something to see.

Song Ke, who was hiding in the darkness, sneered, he was indeed the pampered young master in the wealthy family, who had never suffered anything.

He walked out, changed his face, and asked with great concern: "Little friend, what's wrong with you?"