President spoils the dark wife

Qiao Qingyuan's heart is full of embarrassment, bitterness and self mockery. She hates such herself.

Looking back on the past, I am helpless. Looking forward to the future, the future is always slim. Roses bloom quietly and violets thank quietly. The weeds spread quietly, inadvertently in full swing, a trace of silence and depression, but with taste.

When a person wants to say something most, it is often the most silent time.

Qiao Qingyuan wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to speak.

Finally, he hung his head and said nothing.

Mo Yiran still remembers that when she first met this girl, she was in high spirits and full of confidence.

The figure looks like a perennial fitness, compact and sexy.

But it was only a few months before she became so thin.

It's so windy that it should be hard for her to stand, right?

When Yiran shed tears, she was also crying.

Yiran thinks Qiao Qing is far less lonely than her.

When Yiran smiled, she was still in tears.

It turned out that Qiao Qingyuan was lonelier than her.

Just then it was time for dinner, and the four went to a restaurant together.

The main purpose is not to eat, but to find a place to sit down and talk.

Because Qiao Qingyuan had just finished the abortion operation, he went to a relatively light Hangzhou dish.

The dishes also took care of her and ordered light ones.

However, Qiao Qingyuan had no appetite. After a few mouthfuls, he stopped and stopped using chopsticks.

The four asked for a box. Because they were both girls, Mo Yiran sat a little closer to Qiao Qingyuan to take care of Qiao Qingyuan who was not very stable.

At this time, Yiran saw that she had no appetite, so she filled her with a bowl of light soup and handed it to Qiao Qingyuan.

"How much to eat."

Mo Yiran said with concern.

Qiao Qingyuan looked at the soup in front of him, and Chong Mo Yiran showed a pale smile.

I had a few drinks.

Mo Yiran was helpless when she saw her state, and turned to look at the two men opposite.

It was clearly Jing mowen's first choice, but now the man looks like he has nothing to do with himself. He sandwiches vegetables frequently and eats happily.

With a flick from the corner of her eye, she gave up Jing mowen.

Anyway, even if this guy opens his mouth, he can't spit out any ivory.

As a result, the light water like eyes turned and looked at Chen Yu, who also had little appetite.

Chen Yu is a down-to-earth eater, but now he looks depressed, as if Qiao Qingyuan was not holding the wall out of the hospital, but him.

Almost every time a man holds a chopstick dish, he will look at Qiao Qingyuan's direction with worry, so he doesn't notice Mo Yiran looking at him.

"Sister Ranran."

The needle fell quietly. On the smelling table, the unexpected one who was the least likely to speak took the lead.

Yi Ran looked at Qiao Qingyuan with a little surprise and hurriedly asked, "what's the matter?"

Qiao Qingyuan is four years younger than Mo Yiran and is still in school.

However, she has more ideas than her peers, so she often runs around and has few days at school.

"I want beef noodles."

Yiran smelled the speech and looked at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu immediately got up and called the waiter.

"Waiter, add a bowl of beef noodles!"

The waiter nodded and was about to leave, but Qiao Qingyuan said again, "order more."

The waiter was a little embarrassed and said, "dishes are more expensive than meat now."

"What's your attitude? You..."

Chen Yu was in a bad mood. Looking at the waiter who was clumsy and didn't understand flexibility, he was angry and wanted to get angry.

Jing mowen, who had never opened his mouth, looked coldly at the waiter and said, "then add more meat."

People: "

Seeing the waiter standing awkwardly in place and not knowing what to do, ran thought it was probably a new comer.

Afraid that she would be made difficult by the two young masters Jing mowen and Chen Yu, she quickly said, "what are you still doing here? Go and place an order, add more vegetables and meat, and add money."

It's rare that Qiao Qingyuan wants to eat something. The more natural weight, the better. Otherwise, who knows if she's not going to eat her next meal?

Before long, the beef noodle came up. Qiao Qingyuan ate it in a big gulp, and there was no soup left.

Chen Yu was stunned and unbelievable: "Qingyuan, you're not in a bad mood..."

"It's none of your business. Don't talk to me!"

Qiao Qingyuan finished his noodles. It seems that the whole person has spirit.

——I still have the energy to swear. It seems good.

Mo Yiran sends a message to Jing mowen.

——Be careful. They may fight later so as not to hurt you by mistake.

Jing mowen quickly replied to the news.

Not really?

Mo Yiran pulls out the corners of his eyes and puts away his mobile phone.

He looked at his own Jing Mo Wen from a distance.

"Qingyuan, although I usually let those women who came to the door have an abortion, you are different. Everyone knows each other... In fact, you can come to me about children, and I will be responsible..."

Chen Yu rarely showed softness and said carefully.

"You still say! I'm different? Oh, what do you know? Aren't you afraid that Lord Huo will cut off your grandson when he knows about it? Responsible? How can you be responsible!"

Qiao Qingyuan glared at Chen Yu angrily with a mocking face.

"I marry you! If you like, I can marry you now." Chen Yu frowned, as if he had made a very important decision.

And looking at his face, he was quite unwilling.

"Who wants you to marry? You deserve it!" Qiao Qingyuan clapped up angrily.

"You know how many young talents Lord Huo introduced to me? I refused all of them, not because of Qiao Yuanli, but because of you! You fucking dare to play with me. Be careful to kill yourself!"

Qiao Qingyuan suddenly smashed an empty plate on the table, picked up the pieces of the plate, pointed to Chen Yu, and roared, "I tell you Chen Yu, don't think I dare not move you if brother and sister-in-law Jing are present today!"

Mo Yiran is calm, but Jing mowen across the round table has hurried over, holding Mo Yiran's hand away from Qiao Qingyuan.

"Qiao Qingyuan, don't go too far. Obviously you seduced me while I was drunk! And you went to the hospital for abortion yourself. I just knew about your pregnancy!"

Chen Yu was also angry, pulled his tie, rolled up his sleeves, showed his strong arms, slapped the table fiercely, stood up and roared at Qiao Qingyuan.

"How dare you yell at me, you bastard?"

Qiao Qingyuan stared incredulously.

"What do you mean I seduced you? I was drunk at that time. You abducted me! I clearly remember that you could run to take a bath by yourself in the hotel. You said you were drunk? If you want to sleep, I'll say it. You dare not admit it after sleeping, you coward!"

Yiran's feet still hurt a little. She leaned soft against Jing mowen's arms.

Jing mowen took her shoulder, lowered his head, looked at Mo Yiran, but found a thin blood mark on the woman's right cheek.

The man's face was fierce and gloomy, frowned, stretched out his hand, and wiped the blood beads from the woman's skin with his thumb.

"What's going on?"

He frowned and his voice held back his anger.

"What?"

Yiran has some doubts.

Because the wound was too small, she didn't even notice it.

Jing mowen showed Mo Yiran the blood on his finger, "your face is scratched."

Yiran looked at it with her mobile phone and didn't care. She said, "it should have been accidentally scratched by debris when Qingyuan threw the plate just now."

The man smelled the speech, his eyes were cold and stern, and narrowed slightly.

"Qiao Qingyuan, what are you talking about? If you hadn't just finished the operation today, I would have done it..."

"Have you had enough!"

The war between Chen Yu and Qiao Qingyuan is imminent, but Jing mowen suddenly opens his mouth.

The cold tone seemed to come from hell, and the innate King breath instantly deterred the two people who were arguing.