President spoils the dark wife

"If you like, I'll listen."

Jing mowen holds Yiran's hand.

"I don't want to."

Mo Yiran's refusal was also very straightforward, which simply stunned Jing mowen.

Jing mowen blinked and was stunned for a moment. He helplessly helped his forehead.

If not this time, he would be fooled by Mo Yiran's sugar coated shells some time ago, forgetting the fact that she was cold and fierce.

"Mo Wen, shall we play a game?"

Mo Yiran looks very frustrated when he sees Jing mowen. He recovers from his trance and quickly staggers the topic.

"You say."

Jing mowen suddenly felt that Mo Yiran was stupid to drink. What game did he play at this time?

I'm in a good mood.

But he asked with a patient smile.

"You praise me, I praise you."

"Ranran, you are so beautiful." Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran sincerely.

"You have a good eye." Mo Yiran looked back at Jing mowen with the same sincerity.

Jing mowen: "

Mo Yiran holds Jing mowen's hand with a shallow smile: "Mo Wen, I know in my heart that you may think I'm a little neurotic now. But I'm really tired now. I don't know why... Mo Wen, I don't know why now. Wait for me to have a rest. When my mind is clear and my brain circuit is clear, I'll tell you what you want to know. Otherwise, even if you listen, you won't know I heard a madman talking nonsense... "

"Ranran, stop talking..."

Jing mowen touched the woman's soft and straight ink hair, which seemed to be splashed with paint. It was very beautiful.

Just like the dark night sky outside, there are delicate stars emitting weak and beautiful soft light.

Gentle, cold.

"If you're tired, go to sleep. Don't think about anything. I have everything."

Yiran nodded and lay down.

At the same time——

Yuan Nuo and Han Dao sat face to face in the large and luxurious suite of the hotel.

It seems that they haven't sat quietly and peacefully together for a long time.

From a certain point of view, Yuan Nuo even thanked Jing mowen and forced them to sit down calmly by means of coercion and inducement.

Drink tea slowly and feel the beauty of slow time.

Of course, Yuan Nuo thinks so, but Han Dao is not.

Yuan Nuo has seen Han Dao rubbing the mouth of the cup impatiently more than once.

She knew him. Han Dao would do this only when he was nervous and anxious.

"Wow", Han daomeng got up.

The bodyguards who leaned lazily against the wall rose in an instant, and their lazy faces crossed with vigilance and cruelty.

It seems that the next second, as long as Han Dao makes a small restless move, they will immediately take out a pistol and make a few shots at Han Dao's shining forehead.

Han Dao pulled out the corners of his mouth, and his angry face calmed down again.

"I... drank too much tea and went to the bathroom."

Yuan nuopi smiled and took a sip of tea.

Han Dao has become so counselled.

No

Yuan Nuo's hand for tea.

When did she start to pick on Han Dao?

In fact, Yuan Nuo doubted whether he really liked Han Dao more than once.

Or, she just likes the very refreshing feeling of grabbing other people's things.

Think about it, shake your head, I don't know.

It doesn't matter.

You've got it, haven't you?

What do you care so much about?

She's not the virgin.

Domestic——

"Good looking skin bags are the same, and interesting souls are one in a million!"

Snowflakes are flying. Looking at Mo Qing, who is not afraid of the cold on the balcony and holds champagne, Jing Mo is really disdainful and expresses his disdain at the fastest speed.

"A good-looking skin bag doesn't look up to you, and an interesting soul doesn't deserve you!"

"Jing Mo, you're fucking sick!" Mo Qing was angry.

"This is my fucking home!" Jing Mo really hates.

A Shua.

The balcony door slammed open.

It's Cui Liji.

After watching the Huaxiao Road, as soon as she closed the tablet, she heard two bitches on the balcony scolding each other in the snow of the prosperous age.

Her coat was covered with water mist melted by frost and snow. At this time, she was hanging in Jingmo Zhen's house waiting for the air conditioner to dry.

Therefore, wearing a pure white thin pullover, Cui Liji wrapped Jingmo's real down jacket and came out.

After opening the balcony door, he looked at the two people with a sneer: "a little wolf dog, a little milk dog, why, the nest?"

"Can't we be like individuals?" Mo Qing glanced.

"Who's with us?"

Jing Mo is really angry at Mo Qing's wronged look. He's gay. He's not a man at all.

Words fell, a group of moonlight snow hit the young man's white and tender face.

Mo Qing didn't expect that Jing Mo was so rude that he dared to do it. He was almost mad. He immediately threw it back.

A few back and forth, the two teenagers almost became snowmen.

Cui Liji was happy to watch the play with hot milk. She smiled happily. Her stomach hurt and her tears laughed.

"Li Ji, just being a spectator is not your style."

Jingmo really smiled and thought-provoking picked his eyebrow.

"What do you want?"

Cui Liji looked warily at the malicious Jing Mozhen, swallowed her saliva and raised her hand fiercely: "ah Zhen, wait a minute! Let me finish my last mouthful of milk!"

Then Gulu Gulu drank the last taste of strawberry hot milk in the cup.

Then, regardless of Jingmo's really angry eyes, he raised his down jacket sleeve and wiped the milk from the corners of his mouth.

A long time later, a little baby babbled, raised the dress and asked the handsome uncle next to him, "uncle, why should this dress be put in a cabinet alone?"

The uncle's posture is elegant, and he is still lonely, thin, frost and snow. Smart and dark pupils are as attractive as obsidian.

"Well, it's worn by your father's favorite person, so it should be displayed separately."

The baby looked at the men's down jacket, looked at the beautiful and gentle uncle in front of him, and nodded thoughtfully.

"It turns out that dad has raised other men behind mommy's back. Alas, the family is unfortunate..."

Of course, it will be a long time later.

At this time, the baby was not born.

The baby's parents still failed to get married.

The baby's coming, hanging.

At this moment, in the eyes of the little baby, the father who is high, cool and strict with his wife is still a coquettish white shirt boy.

In a clear early snow, turn over their youth time leisurely.

"So tired."

I don't know how long it took, the three boys and girls sat back-to-back, red faced and panting on the ground.

"You say, why do others have people chasing me, but I don't?"

Cui Liji sighed, "I'm so beautiful."

Jing Mo really smelled the speech and snorted coldly: "then ask yourself, if someone else's boyfriend gives it to you, do you want it?"

A rhetorical question made Cui Liji silent.

"Miss Cui, you are so excellent. You have been so high since you were born. We mortals can't catch up with you. Who has the courage to chase you? Do you want to die? No."

Mo Qing doesn't mind adding firewood and fire.