Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Mo Xiaomo, friend Mo, hasn't seen Xiao Qiao for two weeks.

Every day seems to be life at three o'clock and one line.

Kindergarten—on the car—grandma’s house.

annoying.

It's like stepping into old age ahead of time.

Yes, that's right.

Just like my grandma, I get up every morning, go out to invite someone to play cards, and come back to eat and sleep.

So scary.

Everyone in the Mo family has noticed that the young master has been feeling sick recently, and he doesn't want to tease the cat anymore.

The old lady Mo was afraid that she might be sick, so she specially invited a family doctor to see Mo Xiaomo, and she came to a sentence: heart disease needs heart medicine.

Old Madam Mo looked at her sleepy grandson and murmured in her heart, what is wrong with a child who is only three or four years old.

She took the initiative to lean over, "Grandson, tell grandma, what are you thinking?"

Mo Xiaomo snorted, 【I'll tell you that you don't understand either. 】

"..."

Old Madam Mo raised her brows upside down, "You tell me, why don't I understand?"

Mo Xiaomo raised his eyelids in disgust, turned his head and left a butt for old lady Mo, and threw a mobile phone to old lady Mo, with a few large characters on the phone.

[Don't disturb my meditation. 】

Old lady Mo: "..."

In fact, Mo Xiaomo has a very high IQ. He could already speak coherent sentences when he was one year old, he could recite poetry before he was one and a half years old, and he could speak both English and Chinese.

Only then did that happen...

Old Madam Mo felt a little sad when she thought about it, and she was covered with a layer of gloom, so she put on makeup and went out to dance the square dance with her old girlfriends.

On this day, Mo Xiaomo woke up early, and before Jiang Siyan came to pick him up for kindergarten, he sneaked down from the upstairs room, looked left and right, and changed at the entrance. shoes, and ran out with his small cell phone and wallet.

He walked on the side of the road for a while, saw a taxi, and waved for the taxi to stop.

The taxi driver gave him a special look, and lowered the window suspiciously, "Little friend, do you want to take a car?"

Mo Xiaomo nodded solemnly, opened the door and climbed into the car.

There was no special safety seat for children in the back seat of the car, so Mo Xiaomo fastened the seat belt very carefully before showing the address on the phone to the driver in front.

"Tianhe Design Advertising Company?"

Mo Xiaomo nodded.

The driver looked at the child's cleverness, "Aren't your parents going with you?"

Mo Xiaomo directly took out a 50 yuan note from his wallet, 【I have money. 】

The driver smiled.

This child is too smart, and he looks like he is only three or four years old.

"Sit tight, it's time to drive."

The driver stepped on the accelerator.

It's not too far from Tianhe here, but it's only a 10-[-]-minute drive away. Mo Xiaomo looked out of the car window and glanced at the office building. Well, it was the office building shown in the photo, so he took a taxi. He paid the fare, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Mo Xiaomo is small, but a little boy appeared out of nowhere in the hall, which still attracted many people's attention.

"Wow, look over there!"

"What's over there... ah! Adorable baby!"

"so cute!"

"Whose child is he?"

"I think they are here to find someone!"

As soon as Mo Xiaomo entered the office building, she was a little confused. She checked and found that Tianhe Design Company, which is Qiao Zhinuan's company, was located on the second to sixth floors of this office building.

But which floor is Xiao Qiao on?

He took his small mobile phone, walked to the front of the elevator, and waited for the elevator with a group of employees.

There were already a few women around who couldn't help but secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.

Mo Xiaomo is wearing very sunny clothes today, a black sports short-sleeved shorts suit, and a black baseball cap.

When he realized that someone was secretly taking pictures of him, he turned his head away, with a cold expression on his trouser pocket.

"This kid... will definitely be awesome when he grows up!"

"There must be a bunch of fans!"

"It's so cute, I really want to pinch his face!"

Mo Xiaomo snorted from his nose.

I still want to pinch his face, but can anyone pinch his face?

The elevator opened with a ding, and Mo Xiaomo followed the crowd up.

Zheng Xiqiao was also on this elevator. Seeing that the child felt inexplicably familiar, he felt good about it and asked, "Little friend, which floor are you going to?"

People in the elevator have already pressed the floor they want to stay on.

Mo Xiaomo thought for a while, and entered three words on the phone: Design Department.

Zheng Xiqiao pressed the fifth floor.

There are more than half of the female employees in the elevator.

Those who were originally on the second and third floors all stopped, and accompanied them to the fifth floor.

When Mo Xiaomo saw the number "5" appearing on the elevator board, he squeezed out from the crowd and ran away in a hurry.

…………

Qiao Zhinuan sat in front of the computer, making a design draft of a new small garden house on the computer.

A colleague next to him started whispering.

"Did you see it? A cute baby!"

"Seeing it, my heart is about to melt!"

"It's so cute, you said it would be great if I could have such a son!"

"Come on, you single dog."

"But that cute baby looks a bit cold, and doesn't speak."

"You're cute even without talking, in this world of faces."

Qiao Zhinuan didn't care about these gossips.

She made another picture, pressed save, and took the water glass to the lounge to get water.

After drinking water from the lounge, Qiao Zhinuan was about to turn around, when suddenly there was the sound of stomping footsteps from behind, and she rushed towards her suddenly, hugging her leg.

Qiao Zhinuan almost couldn't hold the water glass firmly, and the water in it splashed out and spilled on his hand.

Mo Xiaomolou held Qiao Zhinuan's legs, walked around him, moved from behind to the front, and looked up at her with a smiling face.

"Buns?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the little bun who suddenly appeared in front of her in surprise, "Why did you come here? Your father brought you here?"

Mosting!
He is here too?
Qiao Zhinuan hurriedly looked to both sides, but there was no sign of Mo Siting.

Mo Xiaomo held up his mobile phone: [My dad didn't come, so I'm alone. 】

Qiao Zhinuan rubbed Mo Xiaomo's little head, "Why did you come here, today is only Wednesday, don't you go to kindergarten?"

When Mo Xiaomo heard this, he drooped his head immediately.

【Little Qiao, I already...】

He counted on his fingers, ten fingers were not enough.

[I haven't seen you for thirteen days, I miss you so much. 】

Qiao Zhinuan looked at the little bun with aggrieved and flattering eyes, pinched his little cheek, "Auntie misses you too."

Mo Xiaomo's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.

Kaisen!
All the restless emotions of the past few days have been swept away.

Qiao Zhinuan led Xiao Baozi all the way down the corridor, attracting many employees to watch.

"Qiao Zhinuan, is this your child?"

"No," Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "It's my... a relative's child."

When Mo Xiaomo heard this, the corners of his mouth drooped immediately.

It's a relative's house again.

Heartbroken.

Mo Xiaomo moved closer to Qiao Zhinuan, almost sticking to her body.

Qiao Zhinuan brought Mo Xiaomo to her desk, hugged him and sat on the chair, and took out two boxes of biscuits from the drawer.

"Do you want to eat something?"

Mo Xiaomo nodded heavily.

Qiao Zhinuan found out Jiang Siyan's phone number, sent a message, and took a box of milk for Xiao Baozi from the drawer, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

When Yu Meimei went to the bathroom and came back, she saw a small bun on Qiao Zhinuan's seat.

"Hey, where did you come from?"

Mo Xiaomo was eating biscuits, chewing with puffed cheeks, took out his mobile phone, [It's from a relative's. 】

Yu Meimei rested her chin and stared at Mo Xiaomo for a while, then patted the table, "Zhinuan! You've finally been exposed!"

Qiao Zhinuan ignored her and continued typing on the keyboard.

"This is your long-lost biological son!"

The sound of Qiao Zhinuan typing on the keyboard stopped abruptly.

She immediately recalled that memory in her mind, her eyes dimmed, her heart seemed to be clutched by someone's hands, and her face turned pale from the pain.

her child...

The formed male fetus soaked in formalin disinfectant...

Qiao Zhinuan's hands and feet felt cold, and she stood up suddenly from the chair, barely suppressing the trembling of her hands, holding a water glass, "I'll go get some hot water."

Yu Meimei didn't pay much attention to Qiao Zhinuan's expression, and kept staring at Mo Xiaomo.The more I look at it, the more I feel like it, especially the pair of eyes, they are almost carved out of the same mold.

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes are beautiful, black and bright, and very big. The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and the inner eyes look at people with a kind of unawareness.

At this time, the appearance of eating with puffed cheeks is like a little puppy with drooping eyes.

So cute.

Yu Meimei couldn't help reaching out to pinch Mo Xiaomo's face, but she was turned away by the little bun.

Mo Xiaomo glared at Yu Meimei.

Anyone can pinch my face?Hmph, this is Xiao Qiao's patent!

"Who is your mother? You look similar to Zhinuan."

Mo Xiaomo raised her eyelids and completely ignored Yu Meimei.

What do you know, this is called husband and wife.

Of course Yu Meimei didn't know about Mo Xiaomo's mental activities, she fiddled with her mobile phone and took two photos of the little bun, she clicked her lips, "I wish I had a child from a relative's family who could play around like this."

Mo Xiaomo: "..."

He wanted to pursue Xiao Qiao in an open and honest manner!No, yes, making noise, playing, playing!

Qiao Zhinuan went to drink two sips of hot water, and his hands and feet gradually recovered, and his stiff back gradually softened.

She stood at the window with a glass of water in her hand, looking out.

The traffic flow is constant, and the height reduces the traffic on the ground to the size of a matchbox.

They are all living beings who are constantly running for their livelihoods.

Zheng Xiqiao walked in and saw Qiao Zhinuan like this.

The light outside the window outlines her figure in a soft outline. The light blooms along the curve of the body, and the straight legs are hidden under the dark red skirt. The tranquility is like a picture scroll.

How could such a gentle and quiet woman be like the rumors in the company, saying that she was going to climb the bed to achieve her goal?
Qiao Zhinuan came back to her senses, and immediately saw Zheng Xiqiao behind her, and was taken aback for a moment.

Zheng Xiqiao walked over with a smile, "Seeing that you are thinking about something, I didn't make any noise to disturb you."

Qiao Zhinuan smiled, "I'm just a little lost in thought."

Zheng Xiqiao took a cup of coffee and followed Qiao Zhinuan out, "I heard that you just accepted a design proposal for a garden house?"

"Ah."

"Be careful, that client's request was very tricky and mean. I heard that several designers had their complete design drafts typed back. It would be a waste of days to overthrow them all and revise them. "

Qiao Zhinuan was taken aback.

She also said, why did Zhuang Xinyue ask her to design independently this time, and to contact customers without going through the designer herself, there is still such a relationship.

"Thanks for reminding me."

"Why are you being polite to me?"

The two passed through the corridor and went outside, when they suddenly heard the noise coming from the front.

"What happened?"

Zheng Xiqiao looked at the empty seats in puzzlement. Many people left their desk seats and went to the front to gather together.

Qiao Zhinuan seemed to have thought of something suddenly, his complexion suddenly changed, and he ran over in a small step, pushing away the crowd surrounding the inner three floors and the outer three floors.