President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran went into a restaurant with Jing mowen.

At this time, because it was late, there were not many guests.

They sat by the window. The night view was very ordinary. Ordinary streets were not particularly prosperous shops.

But at the first glance, rows of Wutong trees mingled with the dim yellow streetlights, and warm tones made people warm.

The two ordered five or six dishes and two sweet soup after dinner.

On weekdays, dye is not happy with spicy food, but Jing mowen can't eat spicy food, so most of the time, dye is very satisfied with it, and Jing mowen's attitude towards things is quite negative.

Today, Mo Yiran finally took care of Jing mowen and chose a light Taiwanese dish, which moved Jing mowen a little.

So the facial expression is much softer when eating.

The waiter of the restaurant is probably new and doesn't know much about the rules. From time to time, he looks at Jing mowen and Mo Yiran with envy. The distance is too close. He is too attentive to add tea and hand paper.

Jing mowen and Mo Yiran both have numbers in their hearts, but they are not so stingy and don't say much.

Just when chatting, they will avoid the important and take the light, and try not to involve the affairs of rich and powerful families.

After eating for about an hour, they were ready to pay and leave, but they met an acquaintance at the door.

"Yiran? It's been a long time!"

Looking at the tall foreign beauty with blond hair and blue eyes in front of her, she smiled happily and twinkled with her clear eyes.

"Miss Yu."

Yu Na looked at Mo Yiran's clear eyes and seemed to want to see something else through her deep pupils.

Her eyes are really beautiful.

Yu Na seemed to notice that Jing mowen next to Mo Yiran at this time. She was surprised to see that the Chinese man was very handsome and even better than her model colleagues.

"Yiran, is this your friend?"

Because Jing mowen's face was cold, the smile on Yu Na's face also narrowed a little.

Yiran looked up at Jingmo Wen and saw that Jingmo Wen's deep eyes were vaguely looking forward to it, with a gentle smile on his lips.

The red thin lips opened slightly, looked back at Yu Na again, said calmly, "he is my boyfriend."

Jing mowen's face softened.

"Really? You're a good match."

Yu Na smiled.

But Yiran didn't know if it was her illusion. Just now, in a trance, she seemed to see Yu Na look at them fiercely after hearing the speech.

But the speed is so fast that Yiran doubts whether he is dazzled and wrong.

After all, there are too many messy things these days.

Even two hours ago, I was still in the wilderness, shivering with cold and waiting for rescue

Bai Shengyan just sent a message to herself that she was very lucky.

To think about it, Huo Sha is a black-and-white all take all guy. I don't know how many people in city a are bleeding their heads in order to speak to the legendary Huo Ye.

It's good for her to offend others. They scare you. You pick up a knife and stab them in the neck.

Why do you cut radishes?

Now think about it, Yiran also felt that he was lucky and came back intact.

It's incredible.

Maybe it's in the face of Jing mowen and others?

It is said that Huo Sha is a terrible existence.

Even if the blood splashes three feet, he is still an old man who can talk and laugh gently.

The psychological quality is not generally high.

Recently, there is another rumor in the Jianghu that Lord Huo is old and doesn't like to see blood again.

When you meet people who don't like you, you won't shoot and jump decisively, but the days of claiming to be young and frivolous are gone. You need to be kind.

So he chose to bury people alive or strangle them.

Mo Yiran has thought about it. If he meets Huo Sha again in the future, he has to run a hundred meters away like HuaQuan sees himself.

People like Huo Sha are the hardest to deal with.

Although he is not old in appearance and even better in physique than some young people, he can be mo Yiran's father at his age. She can't afford to seduce others to fall in love with herself.

It's not Yan binwei back then.

Just look at him and think you have a crush on him.

After chatting with Yu Na casually, seeing Jing mowen staring at Yu Na, Mo Yiran said goodbye to the girl in a hurry.

I'm afraid Jing mowen is unhappy and opens his golden mouth, which will burn Yu Na's body and mind.

When she left the restaurant, Yiran finally knew why Jing mowen was particularly tired of looking at Yu Na.

The man beside him was tall and his cold face was facing Mo Yiran under the warm light, with some cracks.

"Ranran, I'll go to the bathroom. You wait for me here."

"OK."

Yiran nodded, but she was thinking.

I thought you were a fairy on earth and would not excrete.

Jing mowen just went in for a while. Mo Yiran was beside the flower bed in the mall and picked up a fallen leaf from the ground to play.

The slender jade finger rubbed the slightly yellow leaves. The elevator not far away also made a "Ding" sound at this moment, and the elevator door opened slowly.

The boy has black hair and red lips, bright eyes, and dark pupils are like a piece of black jade, warm, but with a trace of cold.

The white skin looks a little transparent under the light, and the thin and clear arms seem to be visible even blood vessels.

A pure white shirt with regular buttons.

The trousers are black, and the trouser legs are rolled up, which makes him look thinner and taller.

He strode over, and the moment he got out of the elevator, he found Mo Yiran's existence.

There seemed to be a faint halo of excitement between the tips of his eyebrows, but it flashed away, and the speed could be compared with the meteors under the sky.

The young man's eyes are as cold as stars in the morning. They refuse people thousands of miles away. They are cold.

After a faint glance at Mo Yiran, the young man and the woman passed by without squinting. There were no more ripples in his eyes.

"Ah Qing."

Mo Yiran frowned.

The boy's footsteps stopped fiercely.

"What's up?"

For a long time, I only heard the boy speak dully.

Yiran slightly opened her lips and didn't know what to say.

In fact, she just habitually stopped him.

While she was silent, she caught a glimpse of the plastic bag in the boy's hand.

Looking at a certain pharmacy on the plastic bag, she frowned with her dyed eyebrows, which could not be turned into a deep melancholy.

"Are you ill?"

Question with dye.

"No."

Mo Qing answered immediately.

Don't frown deeper with dyed eyebrows.

I was used to bullying Mo Qing, so no matter what Mo Qing thought, I raised my hand and grabbed the bag from Mo Qing's hand.

Take it apart. It's stomach medicine.

"When did you have stomach trouble?"

To dye doubts.

"Don't worry!"

Mo Qing seemed a little angry. She grabbed the bag back, then turned and left.

Mo Yiran looked at the young man's stubborn back and sighed long.

After a long time, Mo Yiran thought of this day again and still felt that fate made people.

If she can foresee the future at this time, she can prepare for something early.