President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran looked at his bloody right hand. There were three scratches on the back of his white hand, which seemed to be badly beaten.

"What a black heart."

Mo Yiran forced a smile at the black cat, then got up, grabbed the skin on the black cat's neck and threw it into the cage.

It seems that it needs to be well adjusted.

Mo Yiran looks at the black cat licking its paws in the cage, gnashing his teeth angrily, but he is partial and helpless.

Her right hand is injured and needs an injection. If she drives, she's afraid she'll have problems.

Originally, I wanted to call Bai Shengyan, but if Bai Shengyan knew that he had been caught by the cat, he would probably peel the cat and throw it into the Dan refining furnace.

Think about it or forget it.

Then I looked at the time. It was already 6:30. I didn't know whether Jing mowen was busy now.

She doesn't want to disturb Jing mowen, but it's really painful.

After thinking about it, I dialed Jing mowen.

"Hello, Ranran?"

When Jing mowen's quiet voice sounded on the other end of the phone, Mo Yiran's uneasy heart finally came down.

"Ran Ran?"

Jing mowen at the end of the phone frowned slightly. He remembered that the last time Mo Yiran took the initiative to call herself, or because he sent someone to the Civil Affairs Bureau to make trouble and prevent her from getting a marriage certificate with Han Dao. Then she called and threatened herself.

Mo Yiran has always been a calm person. She won't call if there is nothing particularly important.

So now, he is a little worried about whether something has happened again.

"Um... Ink, ink, now... Um, do you have time?"

Mo Yiran finished with an awkward sentence. His face has turned pig liver color.

I haven't asked anyone for a long time.

While Jing mowen listened to Mo Yiran with a slightly shy tone, stopped his pen and raised his eyebrows with great interest.

"Ranran, are you ill?"

Mo Yiran had always been arrogant before, calling him by name and surname, or calling him an asshole. There were few such intimate names.

So Jing mowen suspects that Mo Yiran is ill and confused.

"Well, almost. I was scratched by Xiao Mo just now. Can you pick me up and give me an injection? I'm not good at driving. If you're really busy, I can call a car myself. It doesn't matter..."

Mo Yiran was saying, but the box view ink text had fiercely stood up from the chair and said in a deep voice, "are you at home? I'll pick you up. You clean your wound yourself first, and I'll be there right away."

Mo Yiran was stunned when he heard the speech, and his heart warmed inexplicably.

"Well, at home, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Yiran was still in a trance.

Jing mowen came to pick her up.

Alas, if you put it in the past, you wouldn't dare to think about it.

How did she define this man before?

Cold, top beauty, rich, asshole, unreasonable, crazy, mentally retarded, idiot, selfish

Why did you agree to be with him?

When did Jing mowen suddenly change from mentally retarded to warm man?

Alas, the world is wonderful.

When Jing mowen arrives, Mo Yiran is teasing the cat in the cage with a cat teasing stick.

When the doorbell rings, Mo Yiran opens the door.

Outside the door stood not only Jing Mo Wen, but also HuaQuan in a pink shirt.

HuaQuan looked at Mo Yiran with a distraught face, but said nothing. He just turned his face to the other side.

It seems that he was forced to come here.

Mo Yiran looks at HuaQuan and wants to laugh.

"Ranran, who is Xiaomo?"

Jing mowen has been thinking about this all the way. What is Xiaomo... And why should he scratch Mo Yiran?

Mo Yiran was stunned, blinked, and gave way to put Jing mowen and HuaQuan into the house. He said, "it's the cat I brought back to keep. Because it's black, it's called Xiaomo."

"Pooh!"

HuaQuan couldn't help laughing.

Mo Yiran glared at him, then looked at Jing mowen, wronged and said, "mowen, you won't let me name him because your name contains an ink word?"

Really good at acting.

HuaQuan turned his eyes.

Mo Yiran, after shouting twice, has not been so exclusive to the two words of ink, and even has a smooth mouth.

Originally thought Jing mowen would be angry, but unexpectedly, instead of being angry, he smiled and touched his dyed head and said, "it doesn't matter, it's just a cat."

Mo Yiran nodded his head.

The box view ink text has released his hand, and his face is gloomy and terrible.

He turned around, rolled his sleeves and walked in the direction of Xiaomo. He scolded coldly: "it's just a cat. How dare you scratch Ranran? Look, I won't peel your skin, take your tendons and throw them into the Dan refining furnace! HuaQuan, come and catch this unscrupulous cat and hang it upside down on the balcony!"

Mo Yiran is shocked when she hears the speech. The flower looks pale and runs to stop Jing mowen.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. It's much better. I'll just get an injection. It doesn't matter. I'll take it to get another injection. It's not a big deal. Sparing the cat's life is better than building a level 7 floating tu. calm down."

Mo Yiran comforted Jing mowen in his anger while staring fiercely. He was happy to pick up the flower spring of a glass bottle on the flower shelf next to him.

Mo Yiran thought that life would be very miserable after being bitten by a cat.

But what I didn't expect was that instead, she lived a luxurious life for the young grandma in the future

Jing mowen said that it was inconvenient for Mo Yiran to get hurt. He just wanted to take her away and take care of her for a period of time.

There are many properties under Jing mowen's name. Apart from the apartments in the center of the city, there are villas in the rich area, and there are houses similar to the castle like Bai Shengyan in the suburbs

Mo Yiran feels extremely ashamed of the extravagance of these rich second-generation black sheep, while enjoying the considerate service of beautiful maids and male servants

Those male servants... Are really born well. The abdominal muscles under the white shirt always make Mo Yiran pay more attention.

Moreover, the smiles they threw at themselves were too gentle and addictive.

Later, before long, Jing mowen dismissed all the servants

Only an old housekeeper over half a hundred years old is left to live a slow and leisurely life with tea every day.

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Mo Yiran went to school and resigned. Then he handed over his work and was ready to leave.

But when I came downstairs, the class was just over, and then the teaching building behind me sounded one urgent call after another and the sound of kicking downstairs.

"Teacher Xiaoran! Teacher Xiaoran, wait for us!"

"Teacher Xiaoran!"

"Miss Xiaoran, we don't want you! Can you stay?"

……

There are a large group of boys and girls, including clever top students and noisy school dregs.

The monitor is there, Cui Liji is there, Jing Mo is really there, and even... Mo Qing is there.

Mo Yiran, with only a simple bag in his hand, looked at these children and was suddenly stunned. A complex and inexplicable emotion crossed his mind.

They said, can't bear her?

Mo Yiran suddenly felt sour at the tip of her nose. Before that, she didn't even want to say goodbye to these children, let alone whether she would be willing or not.

Because she thinks that most of the students don't like her.

"Teacher Xiaoran, you're leaving. Why don't you tell us? If Mr. Wang hadn't told us just after class, we didn't know that this might be the last time teacher Xiaoran came to school!"

A girl looked at Mo Yiran angrily. She was angry, but her eyes turned red and left two lines of tears.

Miss Wang?

Mo Yiran looked up and saw Wang Songchuan walking at the back of the crowd.

I was stunned.

No matter what contradiction they have made in private, how they deal with the world.

But this time, Mo Yiran looked at the children's sincere faces. She suddenly wanted to thank Wang Songchuan.