President spoils the dark wife

"Jing mowen, where are you going?"

It's surprisingly cold outside. Jing mowen's pace is very big. Mo Yiran chases out a little slower and can't catch up with him when he trots.

I'll drive away when I see Jing mowen.

In a hurry to dye, he directly lifted the wide legged trousers made of woolen cloth and crossed the flower bed.

The flower bed is also covered with thick snow. It's cold. Mo Yiran sinks into a clear footprint every time she steps on it. It's very deep.

Even on such a snowy day, Mo Yiran still wears thin high heels on his feet.

Because I came to the company today and wanted to see customers in the evening, I found a way to play with your single shoes.

Leather, with only a thin layer of velvet inside, it doesn't keep warm at all.

Mo Yiran originally thought that he would not leave the room today, so he didn't change with a pair of shoes. Now the biting snow seeps into his shoes and is freezing badly.

Jing mowen is angry.

Mo Yiran looks at Jing mowen's tall back, slightly gathers his eyes, and takes a bigger step on his feet.

"Jing Mo Wen... Ah!"

Mo Yiran just came out of the flower bed. In a hurry, he hurried to catch up with Jing Mo Wen before the snow on the sole melted. However, he didn't expect that his left foot slipped and his right foot twisted and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ranran!"

When the man heard the woman's scream behind him, he turned his head fiercely and saw the woman fall to the ground in a panic. His face looked painful. His whole heart seemed to be pulled and hurt badly.

Just now he ignored Mo Yiran and just wanted to tell Mo Yiran that he was angry.

Maybe Mo Yiran's heart softened and promised to marry him.

But he didn't expect Mo Yiran to fall.

Jing mowen hurried to pick up Mo Yiran who fell to the ground.

"Hiss... It hurts. Don't move..."

Don't dye the pain from your feet, sweat and frown.

"Ranran, you twisted it?"

Jing mowen frowned.

Mo Yiran half leaned against Jing mowen's arms, his plain hands trembled slightly, tried to move his feet, and then there was a piercing pain.

She murmured and sighed with depression and pain, as if she had been hard pulled out from the depths of her soul and scattered in the cold and dry air to weave a dark blue sadness.

It seems that even the sun in the sky has become hazy and shallow.

"The heel is very high. Can't I have a fracture?"

Mo Yiran holds Jing mowen's hand tightly, and looks uneasy. He almost pinches out red marks.

The woman's hand is slightly cool and tightly holds the man's hand. Just now, when I fell on my wrist, I was accidentally scratched by a sharp object. The blood stains leaked out when I was scratched by a sharp object stained the man's hand a little bit.

"No, Ranran, I'll take you to the hospital now!"

Jing mowen noticed the existence of blood flow. He quickly put his hand around the woman's waist, picked it up at the waist, and walked quickly towards Maybach not far away.

Mo Yiran was powerlessly held by Jing mowen, and his hands wrapped around Jing mowen's neck. He clenched his lower lip because of pain, almost biting to bleed.

The man's arms were slightly cool. After a moment, they became warm because of their touch.

Mo Yiran raised his eyes slightly and saw the man's nervous handsome face. He felt a warm heart and a warm ripple on his lips.

Many people say Mo Yiran is a gentle person, and some people say Mo Yiran is a cold hearted woman.

But only ah Yan once said when he was drunk, "Ranran, you are actually a very easily moved person. You... Are too lonely..."

Mo Yiran doesn't want to admit it, but Bai Shengyan is right.

My mother died when I was very young. My father was powerful, my stepmother and sister were intriguing, and my relatives were as snobbish as my father.

When the Mo family fell, they left by themselves. Those relatives also fell immediately, and the monkeys scattered. None of them was willing to help.

The only one with a good heart came to help. I heard that they were destroyed by the Mo family soon. The kind-hearted people of that family almost came to the point of separation of their wives and children, family destruction and death.

Mo Yiran doesn't want to have feelings for life, except for white smoke.

However, before meeting Jing mowen, Bai Shengyan had many people in love with her, and she also loved many people.

But since Qin Yu's death, he has only white smoke.

Bai Shengyan has also introduced many people to himself, but he is unwilling to pay his feelings. He is afraid that Yiwang's true feelings will drift away.

There are not many close friends, a cigarette is enough.

Just like Cui Liji and Jing Mozhen, they fight and fight, and they are still conjoined babies in the end.

Now, with the appearance of Jing mowen, should she also try to open her heart?

Mo Yiran hugged Jing mowen's hand with a slight force.

Jing mowen lowered his eyes and frowned at Mo Yiran. His handsome face was nervous. He asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter with Ranran? Does your foot hurt? Bear it and you'll be there soon."

Mo Yiran shook his head when he heard the speech. His head rubbed against the man's generous and warm chest. His voice was quiet and the years were quiet: "no, just suddenly felt that it was good to meet you."

"What?"

Jing mowen puts Mo Yiran down, opens the door and asks.

Mo Yiran blinked his eyes, his ear tip was slightly red, and his tone was thin angry: "forget!"

With that, he sat in, regardless of the blankly Jing Mo Wen on his face.

Jing mowen didn't know why, but when he saw her head bowed and her ears were slightly red, he remembered what the woman had guessed.

The lips were slightly hooked, bent over, held the woman's pointed chin, and suddenly printed a dragonfly kiss on the woman's thin lips.

Yiran didn't expect Jing mowen to make a surprise attack, so he punched Jing mowen on the chest.

Not intentional... Really not intentional... Just a conditioned reflex

After all, Mo Yiran regretted it after the fight.

Looking at the man's stuffy hum, he covered his chest and looked miserable. He was surprised, "how are you, Jing Mo Wen!"

Busy wanted to get up and get off to see where Jing mowen was hurt.

As a result, I was in a hurry and forgot about my sprained foot.

At one stop, the whole face was painful and deformed.

Just stood half of the body and heavily sat back in the leather car.

Jing mowen, who had been pretending to cover his asshole's chest, heard the woman's exclamation and sat back again. Quietly Mimi opened his closed eyes and looked at it.

Mo seemed to pick his sword eyebrow, covered his chest and said, "Ranran, you're too cruel..."

"Ah... I didn't mean to..."

Mo Yiran is a little nervous.

Just now, she didn't control her strength. Where did she remember whether she hit light or heavy?

At this time, I only saw Jing mowen covering his chest and shouting pain.

Thinking of Jing mowen, who is usually serious, he was stabbed last time and didn't say a word.

Now he's yelling like this. Did he hit him somewhere sensitive?

I couldn't help feeling anxious: "Mo Wen, are you all right? Otherwise I'll let the doctor show you later. I'm all right. I don't hurt as much as I did just now... Woo..."

Mo Yiran didn't finish his words, but the box view ink suddenly pressed over and closed the door.

"Woo... Jing mowen, what are you doing?"

Mo Yiran gasped for breath after being kissed and asked with a frown.

"Ranran, I just thought, the reason why you hit me must be that I kissed too superficial and not deep enough, so now compensate you. Ranran, don't hit me because of dissatisfaction."

Jing mowen said solemnly.

"Make it clear! Who wants to be dissatisfied? Don't talk nonsense... Woo..."

Between lips and teeth, all words turned into beautiful scenery in winter.