President spoils the dark wife

The bar was very restless. Han Dao had just walked a few steps when a passing woman with exposed clothes swam past him like a snake.

Han Dao took a step back from the plague with an inexplicable cold.

When the woman saw Han Dao's reaction, she couldn't hang her face. She blushed angrily. She snorted at Han Dao, stared coldly at the Asian man who didn't know good or bad, and then twisted her peach hips and shook away.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The malicious laughter of the woman behind him made Han Dao draw corners of his mouth.

He trembled angrily, turned fiercely, walked back, angrily pointed to the wine bottle with half turned wine in his hand, and roared at the woman paralyzed on the sofa like water: "don't dye your fucking smile! I'm kind to save you. You slap me and dare to laugh here?"

Mo Yiran is half squinting at the man with some double shadows in front of him.

She's really drunk. This is America. How do you see Han Dao, a dog man?

Ha, the man doesn't know what's good or bad. Women who take the initiative to send them to the door don't want them.

Stupid.

The bar is so noisy and hot

The dog man's mouth opens and closes. What does Balabala say?

Anyway, it won't be good anyway.

Slowly raised the bottle, looked up and poured it. I don't know if it was in my mouth. Anyway, I feel how wet it is on my face?

It's strange

Eh, Han Dao, why did the man suddenly change his face?

What's he doing here?

Grab wine?

Mom!

This dog man robbed her of her wine!

Kick him!

Mo Yiran thought so.

Han Dao had a headache and looked at the woman who poured herself full of wine on the sofa. While being careful not to be kicked by the crazy drunkard, he walked over and grabbed her wine bottle while it was empty and threw it aside.

"Hey, what's your name!"

Han Dao angrily asked.

"Wu Wu... Qin Yu!"

The pressed woman thought for a moment and shouted in surprise.

Qin Yu?

Han Dao frowned with some doubt.

The name is strange, but I feel a little familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere.

"Qin Yu! I'm Qin Yu. Ha ha ha ha! I'm Qin Yu. I'm not dead... I'm fine... Ranran, I'm fine. I'm back..."

The woman pressed tightly on the sofa by Han Dao suddenly burst into tears.

A heart rending cry.

Han Dao frowned and looked at Mo Yiran. There was a complex emotion in his heart whether he was proud or sad.

Proud of what? Because he didn't get Mo Yiran, Cheng Mo Yiran didn't get revenge, but Jing mowen didn't have the heart to get Mo Yiran.

So why is he lost?

I thought Mo Yiran was heartless and heartless.

It turned out that there was someone in her heart, just this person, who was neither herself nor her opponent, Jing mowen.

Just a... Stranger who hasn't even heard his name

Although the bar was very noisy, those close to the next tables noticed Mo Yiran crying and gathered their eyes.

Looking at Han Dao's eyes is also meaningful.

Han Dao jerked his eyes and shouted injustice in his heart.

He's really not going to do anything!

Some time ago, he went to kill Mo Yiran, but he was mad.

Later, he also thought about it. If Mo Yiran was really addicted to drugs and Mo Yiran hated himself all his life, he would be guilty all his life

But it's good. Jing mowen is here.

Han Dao sometimes really hates such a cowardly himself.

Everyone thinks he's a hypocritical scum, scum man.

Later, he himself gradually followed this way of living.

While not daring to admit that his heart actually loves Mo Yiran, he hates Mo Yiran and Mo Yiran's hypocrisy.

This woman is obviously a tough and indifferent master, and she has to pretend to be weak and harmless.

In fact, Han Dao also understood that Mo Yiran was just protecting himself with the most gentle skin, trying not to let his thorns pierce others, and removing some unnecessary trouble by the way.

Why did he hate Mo Yiran?

Maybe Mo Yiran, a heartless woman, doesn't remember because there are too many bullies, but he remembers it clearly.

Don't use the humiliation that ran brought to her when she was young!

The violent strong never remember the weak.

But the weak victim will remember the person who has brought deep harm to himself all his life.

The evening wind is slightly cool, the lights are luxuriant, and the slightest chill is not very severe, but like a chronic poison, it penetrates your internal organs bit by bit and disintegrates your heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney.

When you find the problem, your hands and feet are cold and unable to return to the sky.

Han Dao didn't know where Mo Yiran lived, so he took her back to his hotel first.

Although the crows in the world are generally black, there are good people and evil people everywhere.

However, when Mo Yiran was allowed to live in a foreign country, Han Dao still felt unkind.

After all, I almost became a husband and wife after an acquaintance.

If it hadn't been made by herself, so that Jing mowen had a chance to save the United States, Mo Yiran might have been Mrs. Han now, rather than agreeing to Jing mowen.

"What are you thinking in your heart?"

Han Dao frowned and looked at Mo Yiran, who had fallen asleep in his arms. He asked thoughtfully.

He raised his hand and gently lifted the woman's hanging hair.

Knowing that there would be no answer, he was still silent and waiting.

Along the way, Han Dao looked at the high-rise buildings retreating outside the window, feeling restless.

He always feels as if he has forgotten something.

And it's still a very important thing.

Why did you forget?

What

I thought about it for a long time and couldn't remember it.

Later, I simply broke the jar and comforted myself. I will forget it anyway. It will certainly not be an important thing.

Forget it.

Then, the next day, because Han Dao said it was a treat, he didn't bring anything. The customer who followed him to the bar was stripped of all his clothes and beaten up because he didn't have money to check out.

When Han Dao received the phone call, the poor fat customer was very angry and said wrongly that he would not have anything to do with his Han family's company in his life

Of course, this is later.

At this time, Han Dao is holding Mo Yiran all the way back to the hotel room.

The staff of the hotel looked at the two people who had gone far away, took out their mobile phones, looked at the photos secretly taken just now, and coldly passed the photos to the owner of another country.

"Ah!"

Due to Han Dao's carelessness, Mo Yiran hit his forehead when he was held in the door.

The woman screamed in pain, raised her hand and touched her forehead, then opened her blurred eyes, stared at her fingers and shed a tear wrongly: "you hurt..."

Han Dao: "

For a moment, the man was unable to laugh or cry. Finally, he sighed and threw Mo Yiran onto the bed.

After taking off her shoes and covering the quilt for the woman, she finally sat down on the sofa to catch her breath.

This woman looks very light, but she sinks him