President spoils the dark wife

The sound of the knuckles of his fingers was creaking. As soon as Baisheng's legs were soft, he fell into Mo Yiran's arms, like a volcanic patron of an ancient brothel woman.

Jingmo Wen's lips smile deeper, and the black jade like eyes are colder.

"Miss Bai, are you showing me how to blackmail money?"

Jing mowen looked coldly at the white smoke lying in Mo Yiran's arms like a snake.

This woman is getting more and more presumptuous!

Not only scolded him by name, but also dared to rob people in front of him!

Bai Shengyan coughed twice and soon returned to his former state.

Holding Mo Yiran's shoulder, he straightened up, patted the slightly wrinkled skirt, and said slowly, "President Jing, our sisters have been in love for many years. You are old, don't be jealous."

Jing mowen half narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Miss Bai, your family is always one year older than me."

"Well, yes, I know, so Wei Wei in our family has one more year of experience and one more year of steady maturity than you."

Mature and steady?

Mo Yiran recalls the way Yan binwei laughed after teasing her. He really can't match these four words with him.

Jing mowen is different from Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran adheres to the Kung Fu of fixing a tofu mouth and hiding a knife heart.

And Jing Mo Wen, generally speaking, knife mouth, knife heart

Therefore, at this moment, it is absolutely impossible for him to lose to a woman four years younger than himself.

"Miss Bai is afraid that there is some misunderstanding about her experience. Compared with me, Weiwei of your family has eaten more salt for one year at most. Moreover, Miss Bai may not know that men eat more salt, and some aspects are not very good. Do you know if Miss Bai has a deep understanding?"

"You're not good in some way! Your whole family is not good! Jing mowen, I tell you, I've endured you for a long time! Rob our customers! Dig our corner! You fucking dare to scold my man for robbing me..."

Bai Shengyan blew up completely, picked up the bag and hit Jingmo.

"Still beating people? No wonder there are always inexplicable injuries on bin Wei. Miss Bai can't be a lady at that time. That's probably the reason."

Jing mowen sighed happily when he saw that Bai Shengyan couldn't hold back.

"Ah ah!"

Bai Sheng went crazy and shouted, "Jing mowen, what are you talking about? Who can't be a wife? Don't talk nonsense here, you bastard!"

Seeing that Bai Shengyan was about to kill, Mo Yiran hurriedly stopped Bai Shengyan. While holding the angry and red eyed Bai Shengyan tightly, she frowned angrily and pushed Jing mowen into the house.

"Go in, go in, what are you doing with ah Yan?"

Jing mowen smiled triumphantly at Bai Shengyan and turned to go in.

Mo Yiran hurried, picked up Bai Shengyan and walked towards the elevator.

"Ranran, you put me down!"

Baisheng was struggling with the collapse of the smoke.

Mo Yiran presses the elevator and puts down Baisheng smoke.

Bai Shengyan's remaining anger did not disappear. He was still swearing while finishing his clothes.

"I'm so angry. This man really is. Who can't be a lady! That shameless man dares to curse me?"

He was wronged and gnashing his teeth.

Mo Yiran shook her head and sighed, patted her on the shoulder and said, "well, well, don't you always say you won't marry Yan binwei? Now Jing mowen said casually, you can rest assured."

"Can that be the same? I can laugh at myself, but it's not up to him!"

Bai Shengyan went up angrily when he saw the elevator coming up.

"Ranran, go back. I'm fine. I was just too angry."

Bai Shengyan waved to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran smiled but didn't move.

Didn't turn away until the elevator door closed.

When I entered the room, I saw Jing mowen turning over the books on Mo Yiran's bookshelf leisurely.

Mo Yiran bought a lot of books because she had a lot of free time as a teacher before.

At home and abroad, I read novels, essays, magazines, poetry collections and comics.

At this time, Jing mowen had the most troublesome Book Mo Yiran had ever read.

——One hundred years of solitude

She's going crazy about the names inside.

"Boss, second, third?"

Jing mowen looked at the words marked below the long string of people's names and lost his smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Yiran grabbed the book with a little anger and said, "the name of those crazy people is not the point. What do I call him?"

Mo Yiran knew why Jing mowen would pick the book she was most annoyed with at once.

Because of her personal preference, all the books she likes are under the bookshelf, and all the books she doesn't like are put on the top of the bookshelf with a stool.

Jing mowen is tall, easy to take, and the highest level of the bookshelf

Mo Yiran thought that he was wearing high-heeled shoes today. How can he put his feet back.

As a result, however, she overestimated herself.

But the hands were stretched out and the feet were lit.

Now take it back. There's no place to put your face.

After thinking about it, he turned his head and smiled at Jing mowen behind him, blinking his big eyes: "don't you really do me a favor? Don't you know what the men in the novel usually do at this time? What about satisfying my girlish heart occasionally?"

Jing mowen originally stood not far behind Mo Yiran and looked quietly. The woman's long black hair was loose and soft on her shoulders.

I'm probably just back from going out, or I'm going out.

A clean light sleeveless dress with a wide neckline can expose half of the back neck and clear moonlight skin.

He glanced at the bookshelf and Mo Yiran's height and knew that Mo Yiran couldn't get it. She couldn't lower her face to move the stool. Finally, she was sure to ask for help.

So he's been waiting.

At this time, finally waiting for this moment.

The man took his long legs with joking eyebrows and eyes.

Mo Yiran didn't know what Jing mowen was thinking. He thought Jing mowen would come and take his book from the back and stuff it into the bookshelf. He turned his head back safely.

Jing mowen walked behind the woman and passed through the woman's black hair with a thin cocoon hand. It was cool, smooth and fragrant.

Mo Yiran was surprised and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what Jing mowen wanted to do, so he didn't move.

Jing mowen's hand slipped to Mo Yiran's slender waist, and then with a sudden force, the woman was held up by the light waist.

"Ah!"

Mo Yiran, who was caught off guard, gave a low cry of surprise and widened his eyes.

Because there is no defense and no sense of security, his hands inertia around the man's neck.

"Jing mowen, what do you do?"

Mo Yiran frowned and asked.

"Help you."

The man smiled: "I can give you a hand below, but you have to go to the end by yourself."

Jing mowen's remark is a pun. Mo Yiran guesses that Jing mowen probably knows about her resignation and starting a company.

She looked as usual, her slender lashes covered lightly, and her mood was deep.

"OK."

She whispered, her heart warming.

He raised his hand and easily stuffed the books into the top shelf.

Mo Yiran thinks that the reason why Jing mowen and Bai Shengyan are wrong is that they are too similar.

They're right. Sometimes you don't have to do things yourself.

They are her contacts and resources. They are the ladder when she climbs up, so that she doesn't have to be tired. She looks like a dog.

In this world, how many people's success did not meet some noble people?