President spoils the dark wife

The head is so heavy that Mo Yiran is half dizzy and half awake. The whole person seems to have fallen into the center of the deep-sea vortex.

The feeling that you can't control anything is really desperate.

In fact, Mo Yiran opened his eyes several times in a daze.

But she soon passed out, making her think she had a dream.

The dream was too long, deep and shallow, with many dream chains, she couldn't rush out.

Mo Yiran still thinks that Jing mowen is a broom star.

When you meet Jing mowen, it must be bad.

And since I was with Jing mowen, I was scared every day. Every day I was safe.

In just a few months, she felt that her experience was a sad history.

Abortion, group fights, kidnappings, killings, disputes

Mo Yiran, a 25-year-old woman who is going to be in her third year and is honored by medlar, is still fighting and killing here, or even running away. Mo Yiran feels that she is insane.

With a wry smile, he opened his eyes.

She is even afraid to open her eyes now, because every time she is in a coma, she doesn't know where she is.

For example, now.

In an empty and luxurious room, the huge curtains are half pulled. Through the clear floor to ceiling window, you can see the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. It looks like a long time.

It was a vast expanse of white outside, but the snow had stopped.

Some birds fly out looking for food, but in vain.

He fluttered his wings in the snow and left.

The world is cold, but the room is warm.

However, Mo Yiran felt something was wrong.

The whole body is warm, but the right wrist has an unusually piercing cold, cold from the outside to the inside, like the feeling of cold weapons touching the body.

There was an ominous feeling in my heart.

When I opened my eyes and saw the luxurious interior of the room, I was determined. I thought that at least this man was rich and gave himself such a good place to sleep.

But when the feeling of the iron on her right wrist touching the skin came into her heart, she suddenly felt that she might be in trouble.

He took a deep breath and looked up. Sure enough, he saw a handcuff on his right wrist handcuffing his wrist to the head of the bed.

"Shit!"

Mo Yiran was shocked. He sat up fiercely and pulled. There was no movement. He pulled again, but there was no movement.

There was no one in the room. Mo Yiran forced himself to calm down.

The last time I woke up, the last person I saw was mo Yutong.

Mo Yutong drugged himself?

But now it is absolutely impossible that Mo Yutong kidnapped himself.

Don't mention that Mo Yutong didn't have this asset when she was still in Mo's house. Now she's a smelly vagrant. Where did she get so much money?

It's nice to have a tree hole to hide in.

Is it difficult that Mo Yutong sold himself for money and ran away?

That's a great possibility.

"Click."

There was a sound of unlocking the door outside. Mo Yiran was surprised and quickly lay back and fainted.

Her chest fluctuated at a uniform speed. She couldn't see that she was nervous and was about to commit suicide.

Probably because of the carpet on the ground, Yiran can only hear a very low sound of footsteps.

Step by step, slow and steady.

When the big hand with a thin cocoon gently covered his neck, Mo Yiran's heart almost jumped out.

This man, trying to strangle her?

However, the suffocation in the premonition did not appear.

The man's rough thumb gently rubbed her clavicle, and then stroked her smooth cheek. He moved very slowly, so slow that Mo Yiran almost fell asleep.

Lust?

Don't be nervous.

The man didn't get too close, but gently sat by the bed, and the soft bed was slightly sunken.

Mo Yiran breathes well and sleeps soundly.

After a long time, the man withdrew his hand.

Then there was the sound of the door locked again.

Mo Yiran had a heart and didn't dare to open his eyes quickly. He was worried that the man didn't leave.

Silently counting the time in his heart, about a quarter of an hour passed. In this way, Mo Yiran slowly opened his eyes.

Carefully looked at the door and saw that it was empty. Only then did he settle down and breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Ran Ran."

"Ah!"

Mo Yiran was startled by the sudden low voice on the left. She turned her head fiercely, but saw Jing mowen in a suit.

At this time, the man was leaning against the wall, his hands crossed, his long legs straight, one foot lazily resting on the other.

The dark eyelashes, which are even longer than women, hang slightly, and the slightly cold sight is not surprised or flustered, with a faint hint of banter.

This unparalleled face is really powerless to resist.

"Jing Mo Wen?"

Mo Yiran looks at Jing mowen and suddenly guesses something.

The joy at first sight disappeared, and her face sank. Although she didn't want to believe it, she opened her mouth and asked coldly, "you lock me in handcuffs?"

Jing mowen, leaning against the wall, nodded calmly.

Hearing the speech, Mo Yiran sank in his heart and clenched his silver teeth: "why?"

"I don't want you to leave me."

The man said solemnly, and the look on his face was equally indifferent, as if it was not abnormal to lock a person in handcuffs.

Mo Yiran was frightened and cold at the same time. She even felt that she didn't understand Jingmo Wen at all.

From beginning to end, she never really knew him.

Although Jing mowen in his memory looks cold, Mo Yiran believes that he loves himself and will not hurt himself.

But now she was confused.

Man, can you really believe it?

"Jing mowen! I don't care. Let me go quickly!"

Mo Yiran was almost mad. From childhood to childhood, she was handcuffed for the first time. Did she kill or set fire?

For what?

Infinite grievances spread from the bottom of my heart and turned into tears.

The faint tears in the woman's eyes stimulated the man.

Jing mowen's heart tightened, but there was no change on his face. It was still cold.

"Let you go and let you run again? Ranran, the reason why I tolerated you before was because there was no one worthy of you except me. But now, you tell me you still have an old love. You even don't hesitate to leave me and elope with him to the ends of the earth."

"Madman..."

Mo Yiran lowers her head and sneers at her lips.

She kept repeating a word, angry and powerless.

"Jing mowen, it's the opposite now, isn't it? You don't believe me? When did I say I wanted to elope with Qin Yu? When did I say Qin Yu was my old love?"

"Why, now you lie so smoothly in order to leave me?"

After hearing Mo Yiran's words, the man not only didn't relax, but sneered and mocked.

He got up and walked slowly into Mo Yiran with long, straight legs and steady steps.

The man sat on Mo Yiran's side, held Mo Yiran's small face with his big hand, and smiled darkly, making Mo Yiran cold behind his back.

"I don't want to hear your lies. I just saw you take my money and run away without saying a word! You said you didn't want to elope with that man?"