President spoils the dark wife

In the single family villa, Yu Na puts Mo Yiran on a bed that has fallen a lot of dust.

The woman fell asleep quietly, her face was calm, as if she had been separated from the world.

The lights in the villa were bright, but Yu Na lit a candle.

The Black Dagger gradually burned red under the swallow of the candle. The beautiful and strange patterns seemed to be obvious in the shadow of the fire.

The woman's delicate face was half bright and half dark under the shadow of the candle. There was no expression. She seemed to be in a daze and didn't know what to think.

After a long time, she got up, holding a red dagger in her hand, walked to the bed and sat down.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the unconscious woman on the bed with a calm face.

"If not for you... If not for you..."

She said softly, stroking the woman's beautiful face with her slender fingers and smiling bitterly.

"Mo Yiran, I hate you so much..."

Yu Na's dark eyes crossed many emotions, such as pain and reluctance.

"Have you ever experienced the feeling that you hate someone but have to protect her? You must not have experienced it. You are too willful... You never waste half a second on something you hate."

The woman said alone, holding a dagger that lost the high temperature and gradually returned to black, but she didn't stab it for a long time.

She just kept talking, as if she were procrastinating and waiting for something.

It's also like she didn't intend to hurt anyone at all.

She was just too painful to make such an illusion to make her heart feel a little better.

A loud bang.

The closed door was kicked open by someone from outside to inside.

The huge European style landing window, the clear moonlight pouring down like a spring stream, shines on the cold and serious handsome face of the man at the door.

The man is tall, wearing an inky blue shirt, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a slightly publicized pick. He is solemn and makes people fall into the ice cellar.

His face was morbid pale, but not weak.

He looked at the scene in the house without any expression. He walked straight to the bedside with long legs and steady steps.

When Yu Na saw the visitor, her eyebrows and eyes overflowed with joy. The corners of her lips pulled slightly, but she seemed to think of something again. The slight smile dissipated quickly.

Sexy red lips slightly open, the voice is still happy.

"Little master..."

Before Yu Na finished her words, the man in the box of dark blue shirts had come to her.

The tall figure cast a shadow on the woman.

Without saying a word, the man raised his hand high, slapped the woman fiercely, and knocked the woman off the bed to the ground.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clear sound.

The man's strength is very strong. Weng is buzzing in her ears. Yu Na's hand tightly covers her swollen left face and bites her lip, trying to hold back her tears.

The heart is unbearably sad.

"Who gives you the courage to make your own decisions!"

The man's voice was cold, a little colder than the cold moonlight outside the window.

At the same time, he turned around, bent over and half picked up the woman on the bed, pulled her into his arms and held her gently. When he looked at Yu Na, his cold eyes almost killed her.

The bloodthirsty eyes glanced at Yu Na on the ground and angrily scolded: "what did you do to her?"

Yu Na clenched her lips tightly and replied tremblingly, "returning to the little Lord is just a medicine for Miss Mo to sleep temporarily. It doesn't hurt her body."

"I'm sorry you don't have the courage!"

The man looked at Yu Na coldly.

"Young Lord... It's Jing mowen. He's coming."

The man known as the little Lord heard the speech, his face remained unchanged, gently and vigorously lifted the falling hair on his forehead behind his ears for the woman in his arms, and said in a indifferent voice, "so what?"

Surprised, Yu Na suddenly looked up at the pale man and said, "but young Lord, do you really want to see them get married? Miss Mo was pregnant before, but she had an accidental miscarriage..."

"Don't do anything superfluous."

The man interrupted the woman's words and still had no response. He only looked at the woman in his arms gently: "Ranran, wait for me for some time... Let's go..."

At the same time, he got up, picked up the woman horizontally, walked to the door and said to the woman kneeling on the ground, "did I say that I don't like the way you smile? Don't even have the idea of laughing. You're not allowed to laugh in front of me."

Words fell, holding the woman turned and left.

Yu Na sat on her knees alone, looking miserable.

Yes, I did. I said it early.

He doesn't like to see himself laugh, because he said that he doesn't like her when he smiles

When I was a child, I thought bleeding was a very serious thing. Whether it hurt or not, I cried first. It was not until I grew up that tears hurt more than bleeding.

The woman's tears fell down her swollen face, mixed with the blood from the corners of her mouth and condensed into a seductive dark red color.

For him, she left the country just for the woman in his heart.

Downstairs came the sound of sports car starting and leaving, and the villa fell into silence again.

Yu Na bit her teeth and got up from the ground.

He went to bed and took out the small iron box with the poisonous snake.

She listened to the "hiss" of the snake and calmed down.

"I only have you..."

She said softly.

As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone rang.

Slender pointed to answer, a faint "hello?" sound.

"Sister, you have a bad stomach. Don't always go out to eat. You should raise it. Eat beef brisket stewed with radish in the evening. I stewed it for five hours and fried with Dutch beans..."

"Ah Qing, I'm not going back to dinner tonight."

Listening to the young man's clear and bright voice with some joy, Yu Na frowned slightly and said coldly.

The young man on the other end of the phone heard the speech and gave a meal with his soup making hand. His eyes crossed and lost, but he soon smiled and said, "Oh... You have to have fun."

Yu Na gave a "um" and hung up.

She didn't want anyone to disturb her. She turned off her cell phone and fell powerlessly on the big bed behind her.

There was a sneer on her lips.

Hehe, Mo Yiran, she can't do it to you, but your brother who cares about you took the initiative to send it to the door. Is this a newspaper?

Good and evil will be rewarded. The way of heaven is good. If you don't believe it, look up and see who the heaven spared.

This sentence is absolutely right.

Smiling, a line of bitter tears slid down the corners of the woman's eyes.

This year's winter seems to come very early. Only in November, snowflakes are flying outside the house.

It was still clear yesterday, but today it suddenly changed.

Mo Qing held up her mobile phone. There was a cold "Dudu" voice on the phone. Her heart seemed to be empty.

For a long time, the boy put down his cell phone.

He looked at the stomach medicine on the table and the white crucian carp soup in the pot.

Walking to the balcony, the boy was wearing a thin white T-shirt and light gray home trousers. His soft black hair was close to his pale forehead and almost covered his eyes.

Standing outside the cold room, the young man didn't notice the cold at all. He looked like a Bodhisattva carved with jade.

It's just an afternoon, and there's still some time before the long night. What should he do?

Small snowflakes fell on the boy's black hair. First they melted, and then they accumulated a thin layer.

The mobile phone tinkled twice. The boy opened wechat with some joy, but found it was Cui Liji.

His eyes were slightly heavy, sighed, and still opened the voice message sent by Cui Liji.

"Ah Qing, today is ah Zhen's birthday. I spent it with him at this time in previous years. Today i... I have something important to do, and I can't accompany him. I know you're wrong on weekdays, but can you please go and see him? Just do me a favor... OK?"

The girl's voice is no longer arrogant and clear in the past, some are slightly dumb, as if she had just cried.

The boy's hand trembled slightly and smiled bitterly and relieved.

Who is really carefree in this world?

The world is suffering... The world is suffering