President spoils the dark wife

"If it doesn't have much impact, why do you stop me?"

Mo Yiran asked a rhetorical question, leaving Jing mowen speechless.

"When I saw Huo Sha at the meeting today, I felt strange. Why did I arrange him to sit at a table with us young people? Later, I thought about it. Most of the people at that table were people who appeared at the auction. Although the rest may not be present at that time, I think they all know about the auction."

Jing mowen glanced at Mo Yiran and smiled, but his eyebrows were calm: "did you forget Xiang Xinwei? She was still abroad at that time, how could she have anything to do with the auction?"

"Things are unpredictable and people's hearts are not ancient. How do you know that she came back to approach you for no purpose? Is she just interested in you? She's going to send hundreds of thousands of watches before meeting. If your mother likes her interest, she doesn't worry that others like your family's capital?"

Mo Yiran also smiled and then lifted his ink hair.

Her eyes were light and her smile was light: "the reason why I pay attention to whether Cui biejun is behind the scenes or not is that Cui Liji has a strange relationship with her brother. It feels like intimacy and ruthlessness. Looking at Gu xiuhuo's posture, I'm still bound to find someone, so I'm just worried about Cui Liji."

The congested road was finally comfortable. Jing mowen drove and was dissatisfied: "I don't understand. Why do you care about Cui Liji so much? If this matter is about Baisheng smoke, I won't say anything. What does Cui Liji have to do with you?"

"Who says it's none of ah Yan's business?"

Mo Yiran stressed, "ah Yan was present last time, but she didn't come to the wedding today."

It seems that I haven't seen Baisheng smoke for some time.

What is this woman doing.

Shaking his head, Mo Yiran continued to look at the retrogressive scenery outside the window, looking indifferent.

"I seem hungry."

Mo Yiran suddenly turns his head and looks at Jing mowen's eyes.

"What would you like to eat? Chinese food or Japanese food?"

Jing mowen is now familiar with Mo Yiran's eating habits. Except for Chinese food, or Japanese food, other countries are not very happy.

"I want to eat Dongpo meat cooked by xiaohuaquan."

Mo Yiran said, thinking a little, and said, "there are old duck pot, braised eggplant, sweet and sour ribs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin of Hangzhou style, and flame shrimp! HuaQuan is really a textbook kind wife and mother. It's a model. Well... I remember he seems to be a Buddha jumping off the wall, which is much better than those small cups fooled in the restaurant!"

The woman said more and more vigorously, her eyes were full of longing, and she didn't notice the man's increasingly ugly face.

"And..."

"It's so delicious!"

Jing mowen finally couldn't help but frown, unconsciously raised the volume and said.

Mo Yiran saw that Jing mowen's face was not very good-looking. He seemed to have guessed something. Suddenly he smiled: "why, jealous?"

"No," Jing mowen immediately denied.

"Hard mouth." Mo Yiran smiled.

"No!" Jing mowen raised his voice again.

"Then let's find HuaQuan!" Mo Yiran held his head high and persevered.

"No!" Jing mowen refused decisively.

"But I just want to eat." Mo Yiran pretends to be wronged and wipes unnecessary tears.

Jing mowen drives the car and glances at Mo Yiran's wronged appearance.

Because Mo Yiran's brain circuit has always been very strange, Jing mowen has no doubt about being wronged for a meal.

When the man saw that the woman beside him had raised his hand and began to wipe his tears, he was in a hurry and coaxed: "good, good, eat, can't you eat?"

Don't smile at ran. This man is too easy to cheat.

Seeing Mo Yiran smiling, Jing mowen was relieved. The woman was very nice.

Twenty minutes later, Wal Mart——

Mo Yiran stands in front of a row of raw meat in the freezer with a cart, with a face full of love.

Looking at the man in a suit who was concentrating on picking meat in front, she pulled the corners of her mouth.

Then he walked over with a kind smile, patted the man on the shoulder, narrowed his eyes kindly and said, "I don't know what you want to do, President Jing?"

"Can't you see when you buy vegetables?"

Jing mowen looked at the woman innocently, then took his hand on his shoulder and said seriously, "don't hinder me."

Mo Yiran opened his lips, angry and funny.

Her? Get in his way?

Angrily, he went to the freezer on the other side and picked up the steak. There was still an afterfire in his heart.

Jing mowen is definitely not looking for HuaQuan. She dares to be sure.

Whispers were heard around.

Mo Yiran's ear tip moved slightly, raised his eyes and saw several passers-by looking in their own direction.

Seeing himself looking back, he quickly took back his eyes.

Mo Yiran frowned. It suddenly occurred to her that both of them were attending the wedding today, so she dressed up carefully.

It's really grand to wear like this to the supermarket.

Mo Yiran frowned, put down the steak, turned and walked to the man again.

Jing mowen is worried about two chickens.

The one on the left is bigger, and the one on the right is beautiful, white and tender.

"Both."

Jing mowen said faintly to the supermarket staff.

"Oh, wait!"

Mo Yiran stopped and smiled at the supermarket staff. Then he pointed to a duck next to him and said, "take that duck and put the chicken down."

"What are you doing, Ranran?"

Jing mowen was dissatisfied.

Mo Yiran patted Jing mowen on the shoulder and said, "I can see that you're going to buy vegetables and let me cook. Don't be shy to say if you want to, but you won't scold you. I'm drunk, the duck is good, and the chicken is... It's hard to say."

"Who said you were going to cook?"

Jing mowen picked his eyebrows. "Your hands are used for dessert, painting and calligraphy. How can you cook? What if you are splashed with oil?"

"What do you mean..."

Don't dye the corners of your eyes. You have an ominous feeling.

"I'm free today. I'll cook for you myself!"

Jingmo bra has become a bamboo, with boundless pride.

Don't dye a bolt from the blue.

No one in city a knows that the eldest young master of the Jing family has never touched the Yang spring water since he was born. He is very precious.

What does he say now?

Cook yourself?

Is this murder or suicide?

Mo Yiran smiled and felt like death.

She doesn't want to die young.

"Mo Wen, you see, it's getting late. Otherwise, we'll buy this dish and put it in the refrigerator first, and then we'll talk about it next time? I changed my mind. I suddenly want pasta. Let's have western food!"

Mo Yiran smiles brightly, but with a trace of rigidity.

"OK, isn't steak easier? I'll cook it for you!"

Don't dye your pawn.