President spoils the dark wife

"You..."

Cui Liji drank more at the dinner table just now. Now she has just finished jumping with them. Her stamina is coming. She is dizzy.

"Jing Mozhen, why don't you go to your sister? You must be there before ten o'clock. It's almost twelve o'clock."

Mo Qing glanced aside faintly, but found that Jing Mo was really plain and didn't see any worry at all.

"I just said it casually. She drank like that and fell asleep before ten o'clock? What did I do in the past and wash her clothes?"

The young man has black hair and red lips. His posture is elegant and delicate against the snow.

"No... I want to vomit..."

For a long time, Cui Liji fiercely stood up and stumbled to the balcony, vomiting in the dark.

"Hello!"

Jing Mo Zhen and Mo Qing changed their faces at the same time. They stood up and helped the girl, for fear that she might fall directly from the balcony.

If Cui Liji had an accident here, it would be big.

Don't say the Cui family won't let him go. Maybe the cold-blooded king mowen will take this opportunity to suppress him.

Moreover, Mo Yiran seems to care about Li Ji.

"What are you doing standing there? Go and pour a glass of water!"

Jing Mozhen yelled at Mo Qing while lifting Cui Liji's hair behind her shoulder, and then tied her hair with a haircircle to prevent Cui Liji from spitting on her hair.

Mo Qing soon poured water out of the house.

Cui Liji vomited for a long time, the feeling of tumbling in her stomach disappeared, and her head was not so dizzy, but her steps were still floating.

She rinsed her mouth with the water poured by Mo Qing. She felt unsteady under her feet and almost fell into the snow. Fortunately, Jing Mo was so quick-sighted and quick-moving that she quickly helped her again.

And this time, he really didn't dare to let go.

Cui Liji fell into Jing Mo's arms and raised her hand to wipe the tears from vomiting, but she couldn't finish it anyway.

"It's all you. Why are you pouring so much wine into her? What's your intention!"

Mo Qing angrily denounced.

Jing Mo really opened his mouth in an incredible way. He was wronged.

"What do you mean I drink her wine? She said she was happy today and wanted to drink more. What does it have to do with me? Besides, she can't drink on weekdays. Who knows what's going on today."

"Oh, and spoil your pleasure?"

Mo Qing mocked.

"Shut up! It's killing you. Can you stop for a while?"

Cui Liji has a headache. She pushes Jing Mozhen away, holds her forehead in her hand, and staggers into the house.

Mo Qing followed and fell several times, but she was held in time.

"Li Ji, are you busy today?"

Jing Mozhen asked as he wiped Cui Liji's face on his bed with a wet towel.

Cui Liji didn't speak, just panting.

A moment later, he took off his coat and got into the quilt.

"I'm fine. I won't accompany you tonight. Go out and I'm going to sleep."

Cui Liji said slowly.

Jing Mo really sighed and got up, "don't vomit on my bed, do you hear me?"

Cui Liji gave a stuffy hum, which was the answer.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Cui Liji's head was exposed in the quilt, and her small face was full of tears.

She Cui Liji is only 16 years old. She wants her family background and beauty.

How many excellent men are waiting in line for her, how can they fall in love with Qi He?

Sure enough, can't you get the best?

Interesting.

Cui Liji sneered and burst into tears. Unconsciously, she went to sleep.

"How is she?"

Mo Qing asked when Jing Mo Zhen came out of the room.

"How can a female drunkard eat me?"

Jingmo really poured himself a glass of water, looked sideways, looked at the heavy snow flying out of the window and said, "you can't go back tonight. I'm merciful and kindly let you sleep with me all night."

Mo Qing nodded, "but you have only one room here."

"Isn't there a sofa and a floor?"

Jing Mo is really careless.

Mo Qing was silent for a moment, got up and went to Jing Mo Zhen. Seeing that Jing Mo Zhen looked up at himself in doubt, Mo Qing raised his foot and kicked the boy off the sofa, and he lay down steadily.

"Mo Qing! What are you doing?"

Jing Mo, who was kicked off the floor, looked at Mo Qing on the sofa in disbelief.

"I am weak, and I will catch cold when I sleep on the floor."

"Then I've been pampered since I was a child, with delicate flesh!"

"I'm a guest."

"I'm still the master!"

"I care about you."

"You..."

Jingmo really bit his teeth, turned into the room, took the bed quilt out, threw it at Mo Qing, and then quickly got in.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Qing was shocked.

"Sleep, it's all men. What are you afraid of? Squeeze."

Jing Mo answered calmly.

"Stink shameless!"

Mo Qing was a little angry and flushed, but there was no way. Can't Cui Liji come out to sleep on the sofa?

Finally, the two made a noise for a while and soon fell asleep.

Twelve noon——

Mo Yiran woke up with a dry mouth.

Jing mowen slept next to her. Looking at the man's handsome sleeping face, Mo Yiran smiled, turned out of bed and went to the table to get a bottle of mineral water.

Mo Yiran went to take a bath and came out after taking a bath. He was wiping his wet hair and lifting his eyes, but he found that Jing mowen didn't know when he had woken up.

The noon sun was slightly warm and warm on the man's heroic face. The Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, like the eyes of the Falcon on on the top of the mountain, fierce and cold.

"Don't look at me like that early in the morning. You're scared."

Mo Yiran's eyes were light, and took his mobile phone from the table.

"It's snowing."

The woman suddenly opened her mouth.

"Snow?"

Jing mowen looked out of the window at the bright sunshine and didn't know why.

"Circle of friends."

Mo Yiran's faint reply.

"Yesterday was your brother's birthday."

Mo Yiran was browsing the snow scene in her circle of friends and stopped at Cui Liji's hair.

In a square photo, Jing Mo is standing in the snow, wrapped in his coat, in a place similar to a balcony.

The boy had black hair and red lips, and the snow fell all over his head and body, only showing his side face.

The bridge of Gao Ting's nose is almost the same as Jing Mo Wen's, with a pair of half narrowed, slightly cold eyebrows and eyes. His skin is very white, with a little frozen reddish.

It was probably taken inadvertently. Although Jingmo's eyebrows and eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth had raised a corner slightly, smiling tenderly and affectionately at the photographers.

Happy birthday, ah Zhen.

"Really? I don't remember."

Jing mowen's tone was cold.

Mo Yiran likes it and enlarges the picture.

It's not that the old cow took a fancy to Jing Mozhen after eating tender grass, but that she saw a striped woolen coat on the balcony railing behind Jing Mozhen in the photo, which looked familiar.

It's ah Ching's.

After watching it for a long time, Mo Yiran finally decided.

These three people together

Mo Yiran always has a bad hunch.

Shook his head, Mo Yiran turned off his cell phone, walked slowly to the bed and sat down.

"When I decide to be with you, I will tell you my past. If you want to know, get up and go with me."