President spoils the dark wife

"What is this? There is a Pacific Ocean between the two eyes. It looks like a healthy fish!"

As soon as Mo Yiran entered the door, he heard the voice of King mowen's incomparable dislike.

"What are you doing? I've never seen such a bad person."

Mo Yiran puts down his thermos box and walks to Jing mowen.

He glanced at the flat plate placed by the female secretary in front of Jing Mo Wen's desk, which showed that it was a female model.

Well... Long, it is a bit hard to make complaints about.

"The jewelry of its company needs to find a model to speak for."

Jing mowen's face softened when he saw Mo Yiran.

Then he turned his head and waved to the female secretary. He looked impatient and said, "take the Ankang fish out and get angry when you see it. Who are you looking for?"

The female secretary took the tablet, nodded and went out.

"What did you bring?"

Jing mowen took the heat preservation box and opened it.

However, the smiling face solidified at the moment when the incubator was opened.

"What's this? Guangdong cabbage, baby cabbage... And carrots!"

Jing mowen opened the lunch box and took it down box by box. The more he looked, the more disappointed he was. He was a little wronged: "Ranran, I don't want to eat grass."

Yiran leaned against her desk and smiled rather than: "some eat well."

Jing mowen didn't know where he had offended Mo Yiran. He even brought a pile of grass. He was dissatisfied, but he dared to be angry.

"What did you do?"

Yiran shook her head with a smile: "it's made by xiaohuahua."

"HuaQuan is so busy that you called him away just to let him cook? It's too overqualified."

Jing mowen said while holding crystal clear rice grains.

Mo Yiran didn't speak, but smiled and looked at Jing mowen's bored grilled rice.

He doesn't want to eat. He's stalling.

"Eh?"

After a while, Jing mowen suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Ribs? Sweet and sour?"

Jing mowen's dark eyes showed joy and quickly changed his mouth: "in fact, the work of HuaQuan is not important. It's the same to let the secretary do it, but I can't eat this meal."

Mo Yiran looks at Jing mowen and slaps him in the face. His aunt smiles and doesn't speak.

After a while, she straightened up and said, "you're delicious. I have something else to do. Let's go first."

After leaving Jing mowen's company, Mo Yiran went to Qingyu's studio.

The employees were busy. After looking around, they didn't see the smelly boy ah Qing. They frowned: "where's ah Qing?"

"Ah Qing told sister ran last time that you were on leave and haven't come back yet."

An employee spoke.

Mo Yiran stood by the window, looked at the operating oven, frowned and said, "did he come to the company after I left?"

"No."

Mo Yiran got up, inspected the work of the people, and said in a cold voice: "he only told me about a day's leave. I've come back, but he won't come back? When he comes back, you tell him that you don't want to hand over your resignation to me. What's the attitude?"

“……”

Seeing Mo Yiran's bad face, everyone was silent, and no one dared to speak.

"Don't get angry, sister. Don't get angry. Haven't I come back?"

Just then, a young clear voice came from the entrance of the stairs.

Mo Yiran turned around and looked at the young man of the same age as Mo Qing. She narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Oh, isn't this young master a Qing? Do you know you're coming back?"

The discerning man knew it was ironic, and it was obvious that Mo Yiran was angry, but he didn't break out.

At this time, who interrupts, who is mentally retarded.

It happened that our young master ah Qing didn't know whether to die or live. Instead of showing a trace of regret, he smiled and said, "sister ran, I promise this is the last time, I swear!"

"Well, if it's not for you to learn things quickly, and for your hands and feet, I can't really tolerate your Great Buddha here."

Don't smile with dye.

Teenagers also laugh.

It's all fake, but so what?

Reach out and don't hit the smiling face, do you?

"Sister ran, I just received a big list. The customer said you should go in person."

The tense atmosphere was really strange. Finally, the supervisor came and spoke.

"What list?"

Mo Yiran knows that ah Qing is very popular in the company. In addition, he is young and can be regarded as a group pet. It is normal for someone to come to rescue him at this time.

But her attention was really attracted.

Is it ah Yan who takes care of her business?

No, if you say ah Yan, you can have at least ten or twenty tables.

Although the dessert counter looks like a banquet, it's a little crazy, but where does ah Yan care about other people's eyes?

So I went over to the supervisor and looked at the list.

"Jing Mo Zhen?"

Mo Yiran twitched the corners of his mouth.

Just after reading, the mobile phone rang.

When he answered, the boy's arrogant and domineering voice came: "Ranran, my swimming pool party will start right away. When do you always send dessert?"

Mo Yiran smirked: "don't worry, soon."

He said he was going to hang up.

Although dissatisfied, Mo Yiran doesn't care about the amount on the list.

Jingmo is really happy to give her money. Why doesn't she take it?

When you meet a big list on weekdays, Mo Yiran is afraid that the people below will make mistakes, and often goes there by himself.

But he always brought only one person. This time, Mo Yiran brought two.

One reason is that the list is really large. Another reason is that there are not many lists these days. There are so many people in the company who are idle. It's better to go with her.

Mo Yiran knew that Jing Mozhen's smelly boy would find fault, so he checked it several times before going.

She also timed the journey, so when she arrived at Jingmo's swimming pool party, the time was just right, no more, no less.

"You're late, Ran Ran."

Jing Mo is really wearing swimming trunks, his upper body is naked, and only wears gold framed glasses around his neck.

The boy looked at his watch, then raised his eyes, looked at Mo Yiran with a smile, and then raised his watch to Mo Yiran's eyes.

Mo Yiran glanced and smiled, "your watch is adjusted fast."

"I don't care. You say you're late. You have to compensate."

Jing Mo really put his hands around his chest and smiled uninhibited.

The two employees brought by Mo Yiran were putting on the stage. At this time, they heard the dialogue between the teenager and his boss. They knew which smelly boy was honest and found fault with each other. They looked at each other and felt that his boss was not so easy to bully. Then they continued to put on the stage with confidence.

Although Jing Mozhen is young, he is also 1.8 meters tall.

Mo Yiran wears high heels on his feet, but he still needs to look up slightly.

She was not angry, so she looked at the boy quietly: "what do you want to do?"

The boy smiled evil, looked down at the woman provocatively and said, "how about taking off your clothes and playing with us? I've prepared your swimsuit for you."

Mo Yiran sinks his eyes.

However, before Mo Yiran got angry, a figure quietly approached Jing Mozhen.

"What are you doing, rebellion?"

The man grabbed the boy's ears with a cold face, and his ears were almost deformed.

"Ouch, ouch, don't carry, don't carry, it hurts... It hurts! Brother! I'm wrong, I'm wrong, ouch!"

Jingmo really loses color.

"Jing Mo Wen?"

Mo Yiran looks at the serious man with the boy's ears and smiles.