President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran asked Jing mowen why he suddenly came.

The answer was almost as expected. It was the same as Baisheng cigarette. I came to have a look because I couldn't make an appointment with Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran made a cup of Longjing for Jing mowen. The lily in the glass bottle on the table was delicate and dripping. It was pure white without any impurities.

As soon as she sat on the sofa, Xiao Mo jumped on her legs and fell asleep. Her soft hair rubbed against her white and smooth leg surface, slightly itching.

A month is enough to tame a cat.

Mo Yiran gently stroked the black cat's head. The cat shook her ears impatiently, but she was too lazy to open her eyes and stare. Mo Yiran warned her not to be too arrogant. She stopped after meow.

Looking up, Jing mowen's handsome face is clearly reflected into his eyes under the light. He is like a precious cheetah.

"Do you have anything else?"

Mo Yiran smiles lightly.

Jing mowen put down the tea cup and held it with his slender fingers crossed. The shining silver ring was worn on his fingers. His lining fingers were long and straight, like purple ink bamboo knots.

"The eldest son of the Cui family is getting engaged. The Jing family has received an invitation. I'm going to take you with me. At least his brothers and sisters were your students."

The eldest son of the Cui family?

Mo Yiran tried hard to think, but he didn't make any impression.

The people of the Cui family, apart from Cui Jie and Cui Ao, only Cui Liji was left. What's the eldest childe's name?

Um... I can't remember.

"When?"

Mo Yiran asked.

"Early next month."

Seeing Mo Yiran's eyes, Jing mowen hesitated and knew what she was worried about. Then he said, "if you're worried about Qingyu, you'll miss a big opportunity."

Mo Yiran smells Yan's hand holding tea, and looks at Jing mowen with some doubts. He doesn't understand what he means.

"I have said hello to the wedding company at the dessert counter at the Cui family's wedding banquet. The list is yours."

Mo Yiran then blinked, pursed his lips and said, "are you serious?"

Jing mowen nodded.

It's not a big deal for him. It's not even a big deal.

Just talk.

Mo Yiran drooped his eyes, put down the tea lamp, picked up the teapot and said that the ink text was half gone. Some slightly cool tea lamps continued tea and smiled.

The man raised his eyebrows and saw Mo Yiran looking at himself. It was funny. With a magnetic voice, he whispered, "Ranran, what are you doing?"

"Maintain a good social relationship with President Jing."

Mo Yiran holds a tea lamp in his hand and hands it to Jing mowen. His smiling eyes are almost narrowed into a seam.

Maybe it's just a casual thing for Jing mowen. After all, it's just a small dessert counter.

But for Mo Yiran, it is an opportunity.

It's not just about the size of the list.

Even if the Cui family only ordered a dessert of several hundred or several thousand yuan this time, Mo Yiran will go in person.

What is the status of the Cui family in city a?

Those who can be invited to the engagement site by the Cui family are even more rich and powerful.

At that time, the dessert counter will be more beautiful to attract the attention of famous ladies, and the business cards will be sent. Won't this fame spread out?

Dessert is a kind of flavoring for luxury life.

Any birthday party, baby party, auto show... Can be arranged.

As long as fame goes out, there will be more lists. If there are more lists, there will be more money.

Think Mo Yiran is happy.

Jing mowen leaned back against the sofa and looked at the smiling little woman. A warm and cunning smile crossed his handsome face, as if he had suddenly seen a cheetah of an elk.

The man looked at Mo Yiran, holding the tea in front of him and holding his head out.

However, this slender and powerful hand did not receive tea.

But over the tea cup, he caught the woman's slender white wrist like frost and snow.

The woman is slightly stunned and has not yet recovered.

The box view ink text has suddenly made an effort. The tea in the woman's hand fell to the ground, and the whole person fell into a slightly cool embrace with a shallow smell of tobacco.

Many people say that a seemingly gentle person has no love in his heart.

But Jing mowen wants to bet.

Bet if he, a gentle, cold and tough little wild cat, will sink.

He still remembers that once Mo Yiran was so angry with himself that he said it was not sweet to twist things.

But so what?

If it's not sweet, it's not sweet. It can quench your thirst.

His family is the most gentle and considerate.

The next morning, the dazzling light cut through the cold sky in the early morning.

Mo Yiran woke up from his sleep and saw the quiet sleeping face of the man beside him, with a gentle smile on his lips that he hadn't even noticed.

The light quilt only covers half of the man's body, and the perfect muscle lines are presented in Mo Yiran's eyes.

So, it's very comfortable to stare so motionless.

"Ranran, wake up so early. Didn't you meet you last night?"

Jing mowen didn't know when he had woken up and looked at Mo Yiran with a smile.

Mo Yiran's face flashed a blush, snorted and ignored.

Without speaking, she leaned forward and got into the man's generous arms.

"Dead face, annoying."

Don't smile, don't talk, don't die.

Jing mowen has a thick skin and has never seen Mo Yiran's sudden face change, so he has some resistance now.

He was surrounded by a long hand. Mo Yiran's thin back turned red. His face was buried in Jing mowen's chest and didn't dare to move.

Jing mowen's eyes drooped. The woman's neck and collarbone were all red marks he kissed last night. They were beautiful and enchanting, which severely stimulated him.

"Ranran..."

"What?" Mo Yiran finally looked up and looked at Jing mowen quietly.

She regulates her emotions very quickly.

In the cold white morning light, the woman's long dark hair poured down from her shoulders, half hidden. Her face was as white as snow, the luster of the leap moon, and her dark red thin lips were a little swollen by Jing Mo Wen, but they were gorgeous and demon.

"When will you be willing to settle?"

Jing mowen has guessed the ending, but he still has some expectations.

At least, now that Ranran doesn't reject him, does it mean that she is willing to accept him?

However, the woman's face with a shallow smile disappeared after hearing the speech.

Jing mowen's heart sank suddenly.

"Let's talk about it later. After all, we haven't been together long."

The woman's faint face is as gentle as water, but the Dark Jade seems to be alienated in her eyes.

"Ranran, don't you believe me?"

Jing mowen frowned and went to the bottom.

Mo Yiran was silent, then left Jing mowen's arms, sat up, lifted the silk quilt and got out of bed.

The woman doesn't care if she is not wearing a piece of thread. She is very generous to show her beautiful figure in the man's eyes.

She barefoot on the carpet, slender fingers picked up the pure black silk pajamas that fell on the ground and draped them on her body.

"No, I don't believe in myself."

Then he turned and went out of the door.