President spoils the dark wife

But obviously, things will not be satisfactory.

The cell phone is ringing like a scream.

Don't dye the Jingmo text after it rings, don't dye the Jingmo text after it rings again.

"Well, something must have happened. Look at the table today. Isn't it intentional?"

Mo Yiran pushed the man away and took his cell phone to answer.

It was found that Jing mowen's mobile phone rang and threw it to Jing mowen.

Jing mowen looked at HuaQuan with a black face and answered reluctantly.

"Hello? What's up?"

While Jing mowen answered, Mo Yiran's cell phone rang

Mo Yiran looks at Cui Liji.

After pressing the answer button, Cui Liji's voice on the other end of the phone was eager.

"Sister ran, where have you been?"

Yi Ran looked at Jing Mo Wen and said, "I'm downstairs. There's something wrong. What's the matter?"

Cui Liji naturally wouldn't ask Mo Yiran what it was. She gasped. She seemed to have trotted some way and said, "don't come back from the wedding. My eldest brother had a car accident on the way to pick up the bride. Now I've just rushed home."

Mo Yiran frowned and said, "don't worry, Li Ji. How's your brother's injury?"

"I don't know yet."

Cui Liji's voice was crying. She sucked her nose and said, "sister ran, can you come and accompany me? I'm afraid of the news later... I, I'm afraid I can't bear it..."

"OK, I'll be there in a minute. Don't worry, Li Ji. Wait for me."

"OK."

After that, he hung up the phone, and Jing mowen looked the same serious. It seemed that it was the same thing.

"Is it about Cui biejun?"

Don't frown at Jing Mo Wen.

The man nodded, took out a paper bag from the back of the parking space, handed it to Mo Yiran and said, "you bought too many clothes before, so you can't take what fell here. Change it."

Mo Yiran took it. It seems that there is such a thing.

Open it and a black medium length dress with hollow waist.

Mo Yiran quickly took off Jing mowen's shirt, threw it back, and then changed his clothes.

After that, Jing mowen drove to urge the house.

The weather was dry and cold, and the sky was gray, as if something was brewing.

Mo Yiran's coat fell on Cui Liji's car when she came. Now she got out of the car and she trembled.

Almost two seconds later, a cool, heavy coat was draped over the woman's shoulder.

Mo Yiran looks up at Jing Mo Wen.

The man did not look at her, but walked forward with a big step without expression.

I didn't hear anything behind me. When I went out for seven or eight steps, I suddenly stopped. I turned around and stretched out my hand to Yiran: "what are you still standing for? Do you know the way? I won't go to you if I'm lost later."

Yiran smiled, wrapped her coat tightly and trotted a few steps on high heels.

When he put his hand on the man's cool hand, the man's lips slightly lifted up, held the woman's hand tightly, and gently pulled the woman into his arms.

"Wear more next time and wear a down jacket, okay? Your hands are freezing fast."

The man walked forward with Mo Yiran in his right hand, and gently rubbed the woman's cold little hand with his empty left hand.

"I know, I know."

Seeing the woman's impatient perfunctory, Jing mowen narrowed his eyes, "if you don't wear more next time, I'll throw away all your cheongsam skirts and the broken cat, do you hear me?"

Hearing Jing mowen's threat, Mo Yiran stopped, raised her eyes, sank her face, looked at Jing mowen's eyes seriously: "I know!"

With that, he snorted and then ignored Jing Mo Wen and continued to move forward.

"Ranran!"

Jing mowen frowns when he sees Mo Yiran angry. Isn't he for her?

I wanted to stop Mo Yiran and tell her not to wear more clothes. I was old and suffered, but I thought again.

Mo Yiran is an extremely pessimistic and optimistic woman.

Every day, you may be killed by a car tomorrow. You must live with the current state of mind.

Jing mowen could imagine that if he told Mo Yiran what would happen decades later, the woman would not care. "Things are unpredictable. Maybe the world will be destroyed tomorrow? Who knows which one comes first? I don't care. I'm so beautiful. How can those heavy and ugly clothes cover up my national color?"

So, when he reached his mouth, he swallowed it again.

Jing mowen took a few steps with long legs and caught up with Mo Yiran and said, "Ranran, you know, you are so beautiful. How can a mere down jacket stop you from emitting elegant temperament? If I were you, I would go out in strict clothes and tell those thin women that my mother is more beautiful in down jacket than you!"

"Pooh."

Yiran couldn't help laughing when she heard the speech. "Well, well, for the sake of President Jingda's trying so hard to persuade me to wear more clothes, I'll reluctantly agree. If you dare to dislike one then, try it!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Jing Mo Wen with dye.

Not cruel, not vicious, but full of deterrence.

"Mr. Jing, Miss Mo, are you here? The little miss told me to wait here. I'm afraid Miss Mo doesn't know the way. Please follow me."

An old man with the appearance of a housekeeper greeted Jing mowen and Mo Yiran.

At this time, Mo Yiran and Jing mowen suddenly remembered their purpose of coming today.

Cui biejun had a car accident. Oh, my God, they were in the mood to flirt just now

Don't be seen

Or you'll have a reputation for being heartless.

The two men looked serious at the same time. Mo Yiran took off his coat and handed it to the maid running over. He said to the old manager, "please."

The old housekeeper smiled humbly, not pleasing or alienating.

Some are just professional distance.

Cui's house was very big. He walked through the corridor, the garden and several houses before finally reaching a snow-white European building.

"Two, please follow me."

The servants along the way were sporadic, not as many battles as the Jingmo writers. In winter, the leaves were withered and yellow, and the servants had not had time to clean up. When the cold wind blew, it was even more desolate.

Mo Yiran looked back at the big house and didn't know what it was like.

Cui family belongs to a rich family in city A. although they are not as good as Jing family, they are not bad.

The descendants of the Cui family are not very prosperous.

Cui's mother died after giving birth to Cui Liji. Cui Liji's father was deeply in love with his wife and hadn't married for many years.

After the loss of his beloved wife, Cui Fu once took advantage of alcohol to relieve his depression and was no longer concerned about the company's affairs. Therefore, the board of directors of the company was dissatisfied with him.

Among the children of the Cui family, the eldest young master Cui biejun is the most outstanding. At the age of 27, he inherited and controlled the company at home.

I heard that Cui biejun was gentle since childhood. After his father was negative, several uncles began to sit still and fight for the company one by one.

Cui biejun, at the age of 18, quietly entered the company controlled by his uncles. After only two years, he held power and regained control of the company in his own hands at the age of 21.

What is hidden under the appearance of the gentle young master in the rumor? Who can really know?