President spoils the dark wife

People in this short life will eventually lose, but it is the process of getting and losing, and then merging.

Some are lost, as if the withered petals in autumn will always have new opportunities to open, while some miss the moment and miss this life.

When Mo Yiran was very young, he thought he was actually very good.

No worries, no obstacles, just a little lonely.

Sad, will not tell others, because no one will care.

Bai Shengyan's appearance is a spider silk in her darkness. Even though it looks slim, she still holds it tightly and is unwilling to let go.

Heartless and heartless, you also need to have heart and lung first, and then injured heartless and heartless. That process is called "pain through the heart".

There is always a person in your life who will be so clearly engraved in your heart, immersed in blood and injected into bone marrow. He can't forget life and death. He will follow your breath all his life and accompany you to the end of time with your memory.

Mo Yiran once thought that the dead Qin Yu was such an existence.

The existence that hurts her.

Or lonely, submissive; Or rebellious, deviant, only confine themselves in their own world, praying for ethereal forgiveness.

Is it heartache to hear that Qin Yu is not dead at all?

Hehe

Heartache?

Blame yourself. You have the ability to fall in love with others, but you don't have the ability to let others fall in love with yourself.

Suddenly, Mo Yiran felt that he didn't seem so cold.

Even a little hot.

However, while it is hot, it will be mixed with unstoppable trembling.

"Jing Mo Wen..."

For some reason, Mo Yiran was so confused that she called out the name.

"Ranran, I'm here, I'm here."

The ethereal sound came into my ears, which was unreal.

After hearing the sound, Mo Yiran shed tears and soaked the whole face.

This voice is the one that makes her feel most at ease now.

I don't know how long it took Mo Yiran to wake up from his lethargy.

She felt dry and bitter in her mouth.

"Water... Water..."

Mo Yiran said vaguely. Before long, she seemed to hear the sound of breaking things nearby. Listening to the rapid footsteps, she seemed very nervous.

What the hell happened?

Mo Yiran tries to open his eyes, but he can't. his eyelids are too heavy.

She couldn't open her eyes, and the whole person was very heavy. It seemed that she was going to fall into a bottomless abyss. Under the abyss, there was a demon who had exposed his fangs and opened his mouth excitedly, ready to swallow her at any time.

Mo Yiran was constantly trembling because of her unprecedented fear of injustice. She grabbed the sheet tightly and was confused.

"Ranran, here comes the water."

Mo Yiran seems to hear Jing mowen's voice.

Then, he seemed to be helped up, and the sense of weightlessness disappeared.

Cool water infiltrates between lips and teeth, as if to overflow the fragrance of flowers.

Jing mowen held Mo Yiran tightly in his arms.

The woman's teeth clenched her bloodless lips.

She doesn't know how to cry, just like a child carved of stone. Only the wings of her nose that can't move back and forth make people feel that the heart is still beating painfully in her chest.

The man looked at the woman with heartache. He wanted to bear the pain for her, but there was nothing he could do.

Mo Yiran finally struggled out of the painful nightmare. She slowly raised her heavy eyelids and saw the man's handsome face, covered with haggard fatigue and deep pain.

"Ink..."

Mo Yiran looked at Jing mowen holding his hand tightly. His heart tightened, and a bitter smile overflowed on his pale lips.

However, the severe dry and cracked lips, a smile, affected the corners of the lips, and the bloodless lips overflowed with blood.

"Mo Wen, what's the matter with me?"

Mo Yiran blinked and smiled at Jing mowen, but he was not in a hurry to mention Qin Yu.

"You have a high fever and have been sleeping for two days, but you have nothing to do with Ranran. You have survived."

Jing mowen sat by the bed and gently hugged Mo Yiran's body, which was getting thinner and thinner because of illness. His tone was as heavy as an ancient pond.

"Mo Wen, did I cry when I was sleeping?"

Mo Yiran leaned against Jing mowen's arms and asked softly.

Jing mowen paused and nodded when he heard the speech.

"I dreamed that I was beaten by a group of people, woke up, and then continued to sleep vaguely. I also dreamed that the group of people looked at me and said, how dare you come back?"

Mo Yiran smiled bitterly and said softly.

"Ha ha, Ranran, it's just such a small thing. I'm not afraid. They won't appear again in their life."

Jingmo Wenqiang smiled, tightly pursed his thin lips and comforted.

Mo Yiran smelled the speech, smiled and nodded.

Unconsciously, he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, Mo Yiran's brain was awake.

In the room, there is no Jing Mo Wen.

The infusion bottle is still running.

Drop by drop, it's very slow, slow, like an old age.

Mo Yiran raised his hand and pulled out the infusion tube.

It's still a hotel, just more things.

Mo Yiran got up, took his clothes and took a bath in the bathroom.

After drying his hair and changing his clothes, Mo Yiran saw Jing mowen when he came out.

Probably because he knew he was out of danger, he was not as haggard as he had seen when he was awake last time.

Suits and shoes, meticulous hair, light and clear smell of tobacco, are still Mo Yiran's memory of the cold man who doesn't eat human fireworks.

Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran, who changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom. He probably guessed what he had. His eyes were slightly pulled and sank, but he didn't say anything.

Just went to the table, poured a glass of water and said, "you're not well yet. Why did you pull out the infusion tube?"

Mo Yiran looked at him, lowered his eyes and said calmly and cruelly, "I'm fine."

Jing mowen's hand drank water and didn't speak.

Mo Yiran and Jing mowen passed by. The dark hair with a faint fragrance spread in the air.

She went to the window and fiercely opened the curtain.

It was already sunset, street lamps woke up one by one, and pedestrians passed in a hurry.

Between street lamps and passers-by, who is the passer-by and the ornament in whose life.

The decadent neon lights of prosperous cities are reflected in the dark pupils of women, making them even more decadent.

"Mo Wen, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

The woman turned and leaned lazily against the window, looking lazy.

The face was illuminated by light and shadow, and there was no joy or anger.

"What do you want to hear from me?"

Jing mowen put down his water cup, stood in place and asked quietly.

She smiled and said, "you can find out about Qin Yu?"

Jing mowen didn't even stop. He said in a deep voice, "after all, it's in the United States, so it will take some time. Don't worry, Ranran."

Hearing the speech, Mo Yiran felt a tingling in his heart.

This deja vu pain

This time, is that all?

She smiled sadly, "Jing mowen, I hate people lying to me!"

On the woman's white face, her frown was double locked, like dark clouds, and her eyes were like ice hockey, emitting cold light.

His lips moved, but he couldn't say a word any more.