President spoils the dark wife

"How do you talk? It's so ugly. How can we say that Mo's family is also a big family? Why do we rely on big money? Others come to rely on Ranran!"

Mrs. Mo was not too happy, and the smile on her face scattered.

"Shu Yu, go out and buy something to eat."

Mo Changguo stared at Wang Shuyu.

Because he was afraid that the old lady would be stimulated, he didn't say anything about the decline of his family.

Wang Shuyu frowned and went out.

Seeing the annoying woman leave, Mrs. Mo's smile returned to her face again.

"When are you going to fix the wedding? Grandma is still waiting to hold her great grandson."

Yiran looked forward to the look in the old lady's eyes, slightly lowered her eyes, smiled and said, "we haven't been long. When it's determined, you can have a look first."

Looking at Mo Yiran's look, old lady Mo seemed to see something and sighed: "Ranran, you don't want to get married."

It's not a question, it's an affirmative tone.

Yiran hears the speech and is silent.

Mrs. Mo shook her head helplessly and didn't blame.

Holding Mo Yiran's hand gently, he sighed with a smile: "your generation is too understanding to live, so it is doomed to get nothing. Like our generation, they get married and work in a muddle, and finally have everything."

"Mom, your generation is living for the country. If we work so hard, but future generations still can't live for themselves, we are really ashamed of our ancestors."

Mo Changguo, who has been cold, suddenly opened his mouth.

Mo Yiran smelled the speech and looked at Mo Changguo's eyes with a slight surprise.

In her image, Mo Changguo has always been a wallflower who likes to flatter and climb the dragon and the Phoenix.

He clearly wanted to use himself to get married, and now he said such touching words to impress her?

Ridiculous.

The heart sneered and collected his eyes.

People's hearts are complex, and good and evil are in one thought.

But Mo Yiran only knows that rivers and mountains are easy to change and nature is hard to change.

At this time, Mo Changguo suffered an unprecedented Waterloo. It's normal to feel completely enlightened.

Would he say that if his company were to rise again at this time?

After sitting for a while, Yiran left.

She was a little absent-minded all the way.

Grandma is looking forward to her getting married as soon as possible.

Jing mowen hopes to enter the palace of marriage with her as soon as possible.

Only Mo Yiran is still hesitating.

Marriage is like investment and financial management. You see his interest and he sees your capital.

Marriage means bondage. She hates being shackled.

"Oh, isn't this Mrs. Jing? Oh, no, Mr. Jing hasn't officially said he wants to marry you. All this is still unknown."

The woman's shrill voice suddenly sounded in the empty corridor.

Mo Yiran raises his hand when he hears the speech and sees Wang Shuyu with empty hands.

"If you go back empty handed, you won't be afraid of being scolded?"

Don't smile.

"He's just arrogant in front of your mother and daughter. I'll save him some face. How dare he scold me and annoy me? I'll leave. Who will take care of him?"

Wang Shuyu put his hands around his chest and turned his eyes in disdain.

"Aunt Wang, don't you know that there is a job called nurse in this world?"

"He's so down and out now. Where did he get the money?"

"Don't you have me? If you want to go, don't stop. Although I'm not a rich man, I still have spare money to hire a nurse."

Wang Shuyu glanced at Mo Yiran: "can you be so kind?"

"On a whim, take it as relief money and do a good deed."

"You!"

Wang Shuyu clenched his teeth angrily.

"Excuse me, I'm thin, but you're big and I can't squeeze through."

Mo Yiran chuckles and pushes Wang Shuyu away.

"Mo Yiran, you won't always be so lucky! Do you think Jing mowen really has a crush on you? It's been several months, and he didn't say he would come to see a parent. He doesn't care what you think! When he's tired of you, you'll wait to cry!"

Wang Shuyu roared behind him. Don't think ranquan didn't hear him.

High heeled shoes cluttered on the ground, very rhythmic.

The night sky is blue, and the dry air is a little cold, which makes people cold and tremble from inside to outside.

After leaving the hospital, Mo Yiran went to find Baisheng cigarette.

When Mo Yiran pushes open the door of Baisheng Yan's office, he is seeing Baisheng Yan kissing Yan binwei in disheveled clothes.

Bai Shengyan was not embarrassed when he heard the news and saw Mo Yiran.

Pushed aside, Yan binwei rushed to dye.

"Oh, Ranran, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's rare that you take the initiative to come to me!"

Yiran didn't even look at Yan binwei. She looked at Bai Sheng's flue and said, "let's go and invite you to dinner."

"OK, I'm off duty."

Bai Shengyan saw that Mo Yiran's state was not quite right. He nodded, and then turned to Yan binwei and blew a kiss: "Weiwei, go back first. I won't go there tonight."

After that, Bai Shengyan took his bag, took Mo Yiran and left.

Yan binwei looked at the back of the far away woman, raised his hand, wiped the lipstick mark on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, narrowed his eyes and looked at the face of some unhappy woman in the distance.

"Wait!"

Yan binwei straightened his shirt and suddenly opened his mouth.

"What's the matter?"

Bai Shengyan looked back in doubt.

"Miss Mo's mood is not quite right. I'm afraid something will happen to you two. I'd better give you a ride."

The man put on his coat. His handsome and indifferent face turned to Mo Yiran. His eyes were indifferent, as if he didn't know him at all.

But the woman never looked at him.

"Never bother to talk."

Ran gave a faint reply and turned to press the elevator.

"Ranran, you're really in a bad state tonight. He'll see you off if he wants. It also saves us driving by ourselves."

Bai Shengyan frowned slightly and patted Mo Yiran's shoulder.

Mo Yiran didn't speak.

Bai Shengyan regarded her as acquiescence and turned around to wink at the man.

Yan binwei nodded and followed him up the elevator.

At the same time??????

Jing mowen's shirt buttons were neat, his leather shoes were shiny, calm and powerful. The Secretary around him said something. He nodded and looked at the documents, and kept walking in.

Looked at the phone, empty, no news.

Frowning, he took away his cell phone and continued to walk in.

Just entering the office, Jing mowen smelled a pungent smell.

The man's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly and his steps stopped.

"Mr. Jing, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that Jing mowen suddenly stopped, the Secretary asked in some doubt.

"Who has been to the office?"

The man asked coldly.

"No."

The Secretary scratched his hair. I don't know why Mr. Jing asked.

However, as soon as the voice fell, in front of the French window, the office chair with its back to the door turned slowly.

The woman is twenty-five or six years old, with medium and long curly hair and gentle eyebrows and eyes.

"Mo Wen, I'm back."

The voice is quiet, like a cat.