President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran and Jing mowen haven't met since that night.

Both of them turned grief and anger into motivation and devoted themselves to their career.

Love can't be without money, but it can't be without money.

Mo Yiran goes out early and comes back late every day, so that he gets busy and forgets the pain brought by Jing mowen.

She thought that although she didn't say it clearly that night, she also made it clear.

Let her go. Okay, she's gone.

Isn't that a breakup?

However, this seems to be just Mo Yiran's unilateral idea.

Jing mowen has been waiting for Mo Yiran to repent and turn over a new leaf. After returning, he found that he could not do without himself to apologize. He felt that they were just in the cold war.

During this time, Chen Yu, Gu Xiu and Qi he didn't come to Jing Mo Wen as often as before. It was as if the world had suddenly evaporated. There were no people and didn't know what they were doing.

Therefore, the three people did not find the abnormality between Jing mowen and Mo Yiran.

Bai Shengyan, because he was convinced that Mo Yiran should eat and drink with her.

This peaceful and strange situation was finally broken by Jing mowen who couldn't sit down when Cui biejun's wedding approached.

When the doorbell rang early in the morning, Mo Yiran almost wanted to kill.

I looked at the time. It was only eight o'clock.

Clenched his fist, Mo Yiran held back his anger to open the door.

When she opened the door and saw the man standing at the door, Yiran raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"HuaQuan? Why are you here?"

In the half of November, HuaQuan only wore a thin suit and didn't even wear a coat.

"I wear so little on such a cold day. Come in."

Mo Yiran stepped aside. HuaQuan, a proud peacock, would not be polite to Mo Yiran and walked into the house with big steps.

"Breakfast."

HuaQuan put the packing box in his hand on the table in Mo Yiran's living room, and then he sat on the sofa by the French window before Mo Yiran opened his mouth.

Then, he frowned, would be wearing pajamas, his hair was messy, and because Mo Yi, who had just woke up with an oily face, caught the next sweep.

Frown, dislike appears in the clear eyes, but the voice is still cold and arrogant.

"Mr. Jing is right. You really forgot."

Mo Yiran went to the table and opened the takeout box. Seeing that it was Babao porridge and fried dumplings, she happily went to the kitchen and simply rinsed and sat down to eat.

After hearing HuaQuan's words, his face didn't change. He carelessly opened the cover and replied leisurely: "isn't it Cui biejun's wedding? I remember."

"Are you going to go?"

HuaQuan saw that Mo Yiran didn't care. He was quite distressed: "Mr. Jing doesn't remember to eat the meals he works every day because of you, but Miss Mo slept soundly."

HuaQuan saw that the two were in the cold war, but he didn't know the specific reason.

Two days ago, when he saw that Jing mowen had been drawing a calendar, he remembered that today was the wedding of the eldest young master of the Cui family.

Jing mowen and Mo Yiran were invited to the wedding.

But now in this situation, neither of them seems to mean to be soft.

The two people are not reconciled all day. Jing mowen arranges a lot of itinerary work every day, and he is easy to get angry. The employees at the bottom are miserable.

Yesterday, the secretary came and asked him to help set it up.

Today, he thought that Cui biejun's wedding was a good opportunity.

As long as two people are arranged to meet, everything is easy to say.

At least two people won't make trouble at someone else's wedding.

"When did I say I wouldn't go?"

Mo Yiran poured powdered sugar into the porridge and was stirring it.

"Cui Liji often comes to take care of my business. When her brother gets married, I can't help but give face," he said

HuaQuan was stunned.

I thought Mo Yiran didn't care about worldly sophistication. I didn't expect to care about Cui Liji's witch.

"Are you going today?"

Mo Yiran nodded.

"Go back and tell your boss that I'll wait downstairs in an hour."

HuaQuan was delighted to hear that they were saved.

"Well, Mr. Jing will be on time. I hope Miss Mo won't stand up to our boss for personal reasons."

Mo Yiran didn't reply. He didn't even lift his head.

Hearing the sound of HuaQuan getting up and leaving, she drank a few more mouthfuls of porridge, ate two fried dumplings, and put down her chopsticks.

How to say, I have to wear a dress today. I can't eat too much. I'll be three full.

After a simple clean-up, I went back to my room to change my clothes and make-up.

"What did you say? She said she would go!"

Jing mowen is buttoning his hands and raises the hands-free mobile phone on the table in front of him.

The original questioning tone stopped suddenly when he blurted out. He frowned and raised his head awkwardly.

"What's her tone? Tell me?"

Listening, the man was obviously happy, but he had to pretend to be angry. HuaQuan smoked the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Jing, Miss Mo said she would wait downstairs in an hour. Now you have 50 minutes..."

Before HuaQuan finished, a busy tone of "Dudu" came from the other end of the phone.

……

The wedding of the eldest young master of the Cui family was held in the hotel.

Although it is a million wedding with luxurious on-site layout, people with a clear eye can see that this wedding is simply throwing money without intention.

But how much truth can a rich family have?

It's just a gamble to deceive each other and gain benefits.

Mo Yiran wore a long snow-white dress with exquisite and subtle decoration.

The hair is wrapped in a beautiful bun, and two strands of slightly curled dragon whiskers are left in front of the forehead, which makes the gentle woman look more charming and bright.

Beside her stood a young girl.

The girl wore a light pink medium length dress, half of her hair was made into a bun, and half of her hair was made into a micro roll, lazily scattered on her shoulders.

"Sister ran, I haven't asked just now. Why do you suddenly think you want me to pick you up?"

Cui Liji's makeup is elegant today. She has high heels on her feet. She turns her head in doubt and asks Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran smiled and said, "the car broke down. Your brother got married and let you take time out of your busy schedule to pick me up. Please."

"I'm not in trouble, but sister ran. Why don't you come with brother Jing?"

Cui Liji's voice had just dropped. Mo Yiran had not had time to sign in with a pen, but there was a rhythmic sound of high heels behind her.

There are greetings that women seem to care about.

"Yiran, long time no see. What about President Jing? Why are you alone?"

Mo Yiran hears the speech, ignores it, continues to move in his hand, signs it, puts the gift money, and then turns around leisurely.

Yuan Nuo is wearing a very attractive dark purple dress today.

The goddess controls it, and the aunt controls it badly.

Obviously, Yuan Nuo is the first.

Yuan Nuo worked out for two months and starved for several days for this dress. In addition, he got up early this morning to make up for this dress.

As long as they are a little beautiful, they all know how to dress up, and those who can dress up basically know what dark purple means.

It takes foundation and courage to wear dark purple beautifully.

Yuan Nuo stood next to Han Dao.

Han Dao was wearing a suit with a black shirt and vest.

If you are familiar with people, you will immediately find that Han Dao's dress today is very much like Jing mowen.

Especially the shirts inside as like as two peas.

Mo Yiran's eyes were indeed attracted to the past and narrowed slightly.

I picked this shirt for Jing mowen at that time.

If you remember correctly, Han Dao and Jing mowen tried on the same style at that time.

Unexpectedly, I really have the courage to buy it. Is this an open provocation?

When Han Dao saw Mo Yiran, he looked at himself more, and there was a wave in his heart.

He looked at Mo Yiran and said, "I remember that President Jing and Miss Mo were invited on the invitation. Why is one here now? Has President Jing forgotten?"

Blatant provocation requires confidence.

Mo Yiran is in conflict with Jing mowen. Others don't know it, but they know it clearly.

Now, they want to see how Mo Yiran should be round!