President spoils the dark wife

Jing mowen just started the car and was ready to turn, but a figure suddenly flashed out in front of him.

Looking at the woman's cold face, Jing mowen was surprised and suddenly stopped the car.

The anger that had subsided ran up again.

He quickly got out of the car and angrily roared at the woman: "Mo Yiran, what are you doing? You're crazy! What if I didn't see you and hit you!"

Mo Yiran stood in place with a cold face and saw Jing mowen get off. His slender long legs took big steps and walked straight towards Jing mowen.

Somehow, seeing Mo Yiran walking towards him with a cold face, Jing mowen was a little flustered and nervous.

Obviously, he is the one with good reasons, but he was shocked into a weak side by Mo Yiran's momentum.

Mo Yiran came to Jing mowen. He was still cold and didn't speak. He pushed the man away and got into the car.

He crossed the driver's seat and climbed to the co pilot.

Then he turned his head and didn't move.

Jing mowen felt a little puzzled and forcibly suppressed his anger and sat in the car again.

His hands rested impatiently on the steering wheel, and I caught a glimpse of the back of Mo Yiran's head.

After a long time, neither of them spoke.

Jing mowen clenched his fist and forcibly pressed down the heart and bone biting pain. He said coldly, "Ranran, you can play. But you should be where I can't see or touch. In this way, I won't let you like... Those people are hurt, which makes you tired of me."

After Jing mowen finished, Yu Guang glanced at her side and saw that the woman was still motionless.

Some irritable, reached out and took a box of cigarettes out of the car.

Mo Yiran gave all the cigarettes in his office to Gu Xiu and Chen Yu before. Now the bag in the car was confiscated from his pants pocket after receiving Jing Mozhen.

After lighting, Jing mowen took a few breaths and calmed down.

He took a long breath, turned his head with a cigarette in his slender fingers, and finally reached out his hand and gently patted Mo Yiran's shoulder.

"Ran Ran?"

He called out and didn't respond.

But his hand on the woman's shoulder was shaking slightly.

Jing mowen was surprised when he guessed something in his heart.

"Ranran!"

He grabbed the woman's slender shoulder and fiercely broke her body.

I saw that the woman had already burst into tears, spent her makeup and red her eyes.

When Jing mowen saw this, his heart pulled fiercely.

He frowned and softened his posture.

"Ranran, don't cry, will you? I'm wrong. I shouldn't yell at you. Don't cry..."

Jing mowen was at a loss. He didn't know how to coax him.

Some of the remaining anger in the original heart has been washed clean by Mo Yiran's tears, leaving no trace.

The woman still shed tears, as if she had been wronged by heaven.

And because Jing mowen noticed that she was crying, she was more unscrupulous now.

Scattered hair stained with tears, close to the face, embarrassed and distressing.

"Stop crying, Ranran."

Jing mowen's heart was broken when he saw Mo Yiran crying like this.

He has even forgotten his original intention of anger. He only knows that he has made the woman he loves cry

Jing mowen suddenly felt that he was not a thing.

The woman he likes is used to hurt and coax. Why should he aim his anger at Ranran?

Even if she did something wrong, she can be forgiven. No matter how angry he was, it was his fault that he let Mo Yiran shed tears!

Why is he so depressed?

If you want to be angry, just bear it and turn around and send it to the bastard Jingmo.

He's such an asshole!

Jing mowen bit the cigarette in his mouth and held the woman's face in his hands.

Her hands with thin cocoons wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes.

However, the crying woman suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked at Jing mowen, clapped his hand to wipe his tears, then stretched her slender finger to his lips, took the smoke from his mouth, and then leaned forward slightly.

One hand pinched Jing mowen's chin to make him close to himself, and the other hand holding the cigarette extended to the glass window behind Jing mowen.

She kissed him. At the same time, with a strong hand, moyiran pressed the burning smoke out on the glass window.

Jing mowen was stunned.

For a time, I was at a loss and didn't know how to act.

"Ranran..."

Jing mowen soon regained consciousness and turned away from the guest. He grabbed the woman's Lingding shoulder with one hand and protected the back of her head with the other.

Then he fell down with the woman.

In my mind, I recalled Mo Yiran's flirting with that little white face just now, and my anger came up again.

He kissed the woman crazily, as if to melt her into his blood.

"Ranran, do you like the way men surrender at your feet?"

Mo Yiran smelled the speech and looked back at Jing mowen with a little provocation.

After a slight smile, he moved his body, put his hand on Jing mowen's shoulder, and forced them to reverse their position.

Don't dye it on the top, Jing Mo Wen on the bottom.

"What about you? President Jingda, is it comfortable to lie down?"

Mo Yiran looks at the man with a smile.

"As long as it's you, I like it."

Jing Mo Wen smiles with light clouds and light wind.

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Afterwards, the two men sorted out their messy clothes and thought of one person at the same time.

Mo Yiran buttoned his underwear belt with his backhand. Bai Shengyan's arrogant tone sounded in his mind.

"Ranran, there's nothing that a kiss can't solve. If it can't be solved, dress more spicy!"

Jing mowen was wearing a tie, and Chen Yu's cheap tone sounded in his mind.

"Mo Mo, there is no contradiction that can't be solved by seduction. If it can't be solved, solve two more buttons!"

The two men nodded with deep understanding, and then looked serious at the same time, turned their heads and spoke in unison.

"Explain!"

Jing mowen: "

Mo Yiran: "

"What can I explain?"

Jing mowen was dressed and looked like a gentleman again. Yi Zhengyan frowned and asked, "what did I do wrong?"

Mo Yiran also put on clothes and didn't recognize people. She gracefully and coldly hooked her lips: "you're right, I can't be angry with you?"

Jing mowen was fascinated by Mo Yiran's charming question.

As if he had become king Zhou, there was no one else in the world except Daji.

"No, as long as you are happy, please whip me."

Jing mowen falls into Mo Yiran's arms and doesn't know what dignity is.