President spoils the dark wife

"What do you mean?"

Jing mowen sank his eyes, frowned and looked at Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran remained calm, raised his hand and lifted his ink hair, and casually sneered: "don't pretend with me. What do I mean? You don't know?"

Hearing the speech, Jing mowen slightly raised his head and half narrowed his eyes: "Ranran, are you eavesdropping on us?"

Mo Yiran didn't mean to avoid it. He said, "yes."

"Well, in your heart, I Jing mowen is such a person, a person who will deceive you, isn't it? We've been together for so long, that's what you think of me?"

The man seems to have been angry, but he forcibly suppresses his anger.

"Who can say that?"

Mo Yiran's words are very hurtful.

In fact, she didn't want to be so cruel, but Jing mowen's attitude towards her made her very uncomfortable, even habitual, so she put down her cruel words.

When the man heard the speech, he looked slightly disdainful and gave a cold hum. His slender and white fingers pulled the black tie, revealing his sexy Adam's apple. On his indifferent face, a pair of dark eyes seemed to be brewing a towering rage.

"Ranran, tell me the truth. My concern is just a humble favor to you, isn't it?"

The man turned his head. His body leaning against the table straightened up, walked steadily, and approached Mo Yiran by the window step by step.

Mo Yiran looked at the man who was walking towards him, and there was a trace of sneer in his eyes.

She didn't answer Jing mowen's question, but said slowly, "don't talk to me about Qin Yu now."

"How dare you mention him in front of me!"

Jing mowen walks into Mo Yiran and suddenly swings a fierce fist on the wall next to Mo Yiran's head.

With a heavy punch, you can even feel the vibration of the wall.

"Mo Yiran, you think I'm dead?"

Jing mowen's other hand fiercely pinched the woman's small face with great strength. The woman who pinched straight frowned.

But this time, Jing mowen didn't let go as painfully as before.

Mo Yiran was much more frightened than this. Even just now, when Jing mowen came towards him step by step, Mo Yiran had analyzed what he would do next from his action of loosening his tie and wrist buckle.

Therefore, with psychological preparation in advance, she is indifferent and cold.

Although the woman's face was tightly held by the man's big hand with a thin cocoon, her dark eyes were always indifferent.

No fear, no panic... Nothing

Mo Yiran drops his eyes and doesn't want to see Jingmo text again.

"Don't be silent, look into my eyes and tell me what you want to do?"

Jing mowen squeezed Mo Yiran's hand slightly and lifted it gently, which made the woman's vision align with him again.

"Don't talk to Ranran!" he roared angrily. The voice rolled like a deep thunder and spread far and far.

The woman was still cold and silent, only quietly looking at the irritable man.

The man looked at the woman's cold and beautiful face and suddenly smiled. It was very cold and cold, making people's back cold.

"Good, good, good, if you don't say it, I'll say it for you!"

Holding Mo Yiran's hand, Jing mowen added another point. His tight thin lips gently opened and said in a deep voice: "You think he's dead, so you finally want to put down and try to be with me. However, at this time, you suddenly find that the person you love most is still living in the world. So you want to find an excuse to get rid of me and fly away with him? Ranran, you have a poisonous heart!"

"Jing mowen, you always ask me what I think of you. What about your heart? Mo Yiran is such a heartless man, isn't he? Don't yell at me here. You don't want to be with me. There's a line behind you... Woo!"

Mo Yiran was finally angry when Jing mowen said, and asked him with gnashing teeth.

However, before the angry words were finished, the box view ink text had bowed its head and kissed it hard.

Mo Yiran is out of breath after being kissed.

She clenched her teeth with uncontrollable bitterness in her heart.

"Jing Mo Wen, what am I in your heart?"

With a gentle question, Jing mowen stopped.

The man pressed the woman's round shoulders tightly, tightened his hand slightly, exerted himself, and his face was gloomy.

"Is it just a tool for you to vent your anger?"

Mo Yiran threw out cold words one after another, and every word pierced Jing mowen's heart like a steel needle ice skate.

Everyone says that Jing Mo's mouth is poisonous. A few words can damage your mentality. It's better to be a seaweed.

But many people don't know that Mo Yiran is gentle and kind, and her mouth is not poisonous, but when she really wants to make a person die, she can say any cruel words.

Every word can be deliberated and considered, but no matter how you collapse, you will finally find that what this woman said has no emotion.

"Are you leaving me?"

Jing mowen's forehead leaned against Mo Yiran's slightly undulating chest, breathing evenly and stimulating Mo Yiran's skin. He asked softly in a cool and thin tone, as if he had been disappointed.

Mo Yiran didn't say anything, just pushed the man away.

Mo Yiran hopes he is still a child, no broken heart, no painful tears.

She turned and left. She couldn't tell. It was just an accident that seabirds fell in love with fish.

He doesn't believe in himself

She just doesn't like him lying to her. She really doesn't want to find Qin Yu again

Why, just don't believe her?

Mo Yiran slammed the door of the hotel and went downstairs.

Jing mowen didn't catch up.

Mo Yiran looked back, smiled bitterly, shook his head and wiped away the uncontrollable tears on his face.

He turned quickly and left.

What is she expecting?

It's what I said so hard

Wishful thinking for a long time, everyone will be tired.

Jing mowen is not a God. She said so. What is it when he comes out again?

be lost to all sense of shame?

Oh

Mo Yiran walks alone in the dusk of the city, alone swaying into a hunting flag by the setting sun, waving in the evening clouds around.

Walking in the rush of people, she suddenly found that she had lost her direction.

In the streets of a foreign land, I suddenly so strongly desire that you can come inadvertently, hold her hand and walk a dark road.

Don't dye angina pectoris.

She covered her chest and could hardly breathe.

Are you passionate about Jing mowen?

The woman smiled at herself and shook her head. Her thin lips were tight and painful.

Bai Shengyan once warned himself that when he was with people like Jing mowen, he broke up and only Jing mowen could retreat.

Yiran remembers that he vowed that he would never.

Hehe

Mo Yiran walked with a sneer on her lips.

She still overestimates herself.