President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran put herself a whole bathtub of water. She sat by the bathtub, holding the red roses sent by Jing mowen a few days ago.

She had put it in a vase. Today, she took a bath and took some out.

The crimson blood like rose petals were picked off by the woman's white fingers, with a clear sound of "Hua", falling on the clear water and rippling in circles.

Rose petals rise and fall, Mo Yiran's hand reaches into the water, and the temperature is just right.

She looked at the ripples shaking around and seemed to have ripples in her heart.

What doesn't she believe?

It's just that I'm afraid I don't love Jing mowen enough.

Originally, I didn't care about these because I was heartless.

But now

Jing mowen is too kind to herself. She is afraid that he will be sad and that he can't afford to wait.

As Jing Mozhen said, there are millions of people who love Jing mowen. He should need a woman who loves him. Why do you feel wronged? Wait for her, who can't be moved?

Jing mowen is very good, but Mo Yiran knows what's going on.

She gets bored too easily.

The reason why I am single to the age of 25 is precisely because of my eccentric character.

Meet a person, like a person, tired of a person.

The longest one lasted only three days.

She found it too boring.

She said a book, and they looked at themselves vaguely; She talked about the scenery of a place, and they looked at themselves sincerely; She cooked a delicious meal, and they looked at themselves enviously

There are many excellent men, and she never feels that others are not worthy of herself or she is not worthy of them. She just doesn't like them.

In addition to watching movies, giving flowers and gifts, or it's exciting to ask her to rub a pole and jump an umbrella.

These things she was tired of playing with ah Yan 800 years ago, but she still complacent that the creativity is novel and complacent.

She hates the way those men look at her.

Mo Yiran felt like a snake in the gutter slipped into her mouth and bit everything in her belly.

The reason why he agreed to Jing mowen was that he didn't hate him so much. Maybe he could try.

Although he has not been bored with him so far, and even said that he has a little heart, Mo Yiran is afraid that he will be bored one day.

He wanted to grow old with her forever, but Mo Yiran wanted to bake oil when he was old.

Mo Yiran felt that since she would be bored sooner or later, why bother to destroy people's beautiful fantasies about marriage?

The woman's hands were half submerged and half exposed.

She looked at the floating petals on the water quietly, motionless, like a lost puppet.

"Ran Ran?"

Jing Mo Wen was wearing the dark blue silk nightgown Mo Yiran had prepared for him at home. When he passed the bathroom, he saw the door open and looked sideways, but he found that the woman was sitting there motionless, looking free.

Mo Yiran hears the speech, returns to God and sees Jingmo Wen standing at the door.

I don't know what the reason was. My eyes were dull and asked, "ink, if I don't like you, what do you do?"

The scenery and ink are like the ancient lake, vast and unpredictable.

"Ranran, I have said that I like you on my own. It doesn't matter whether you like me or not. Everything is my willingness. I don't care if you just regard me as a suitable marriage object in the end."

The light and heavy words echoed gently in his ears. Mo Yiran hung his eyes and pursed his thin lips. He felt more and more sorry for Jing mowen.

Mo Yiran has never been a hypocritical person. He should let go when he should. He doesn't like to throw it away.

But this time she fell.

She didn't love him as much as Jing mowen loved herself, but she couldn't put him down easily in her heart.

Because many moments of life and death made her fetter him.

Jing mowen is kind to himself.

This is different from the men who used to know only superficial Kung Fu.

Moreover, what is he to Jing mowen?

Does he really love himself as he says?

Perhaps, he just felt that Mo Yiran was an unattainable and arrogant woman, and he was unwilling.

Or maybe he just thought she was a suitable wife.

It's not as powerful as Baisheng smoke. It won't overshadow him. Consider everything carefully, know how to leave face in front of people, and take the overall situation into account. The appearance is outstanding, the temperament is like orchid, and the taste is elegant.

Seeing Mo Yiran drooping his eyes and motionless, Jing mowen didn't know what he was thinking.

Then he walked over.

"Ranran, aren't you waiting to wash with me?"

Jing mowen said, while Mo Yiran was still calm in his elegant taste, and his big hand had slipped in from the woman's collar before he recovered from his beautiful face.

Mo Yiran was surprised and stood up fiercely.

But his head hit Jing mowen's hard chest, his feet slipped, and the whole man fell into the bathtub behind him.

Jing mowen was grabbed by Mo Yiran, who was about to fall into the water, because his hand had not been taken back in time. The cold tip of Mo's eyebrows raised slightly, and both of them sank into the water.

There was a huge sound of water, and the water covered the whole week.

Mo Yiran grabs Jing mowen's arm tightly in fear, but Jing mowen is calm. He clamps the woman's thin shoulder and fiercely picks her up from the water.

Mo Yiran was half out of the water, her hair was wet, and her black silk pajamas were close to her body, outlining her graceful figure curve.

His face was still covered with several wisps of wet black hair dripping water. Mo Yiran raised his hand and wiped the water on his eyes. The whole person looked quite embarrassed.

But in Jing mowen's eyes, he felt that this situation was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Mo Yiran choked a few salivas and frowned tightly. His hands were still on the man's broad shoulders, while he was still breathing heavily.

Jing mowen lowered his eyes and saw the woman's slightly undulating chest because of her big breath.

Because of the water, most of the silk pajamas have fallen, and the snow-white skin is like frost and white jade.

The elegance set off by the original silk suddenly becomes beautiful and moving because of the water.

When he was excited, the man kissed her fiercely.

Jing mowen's breath is hot and mellow. Different from the fragrance of women, his strong masculine breath is clear and crisp, tightly wrapped with Mo Yiran.

"Woo..."

Mo Yiran was speechless when she was kissed, but she didn't resist.

White hands hugged the man, not very sharp nails, but also left sharp blood scratches on the man's back.

Mo Yiran hugged and kissed Jing mowen, but suddenly remembered ah Yan in his brain.

She always said that women are most easily deceived by cheap moves.

But don't think about it.

Some people are as cold as iron. Since they can be moved, it shows that the event itself is not cheap.

If the things that can move you are cheap, then your own values are also cheap.

Give people a feeling that they can get you without much trouble.