President spoils the dark wife

The dishes made by Jing mowen are endless.

After eating the dishes made by HuaQuan for so many years, I didn't understand its essence at all.

Jing mowen eats with relish. Don't cry without tears. The nature of a meal is light and tasteless.

Jing mowen and Mo Yiran came back to yunmu residence without servants.

After eating, Mo Yiran looks at the dishes on the table and is about to clean up, but Jing mowen stops him.

"Jing Mo really said he would come tomorrow and let him wash it."

Looking at the man's serious face, Mo Yiran smoked the corners of his mouth.

"Are you really bad to Jing Mo? Although you say it's early to beat your brother, are you afraid that he will retaliate against you when he grows up?"

Mo Yiran went to make tea, poured out two cups, handed one to Jing mowen, and said with a funny smile: "are you fighting, scolding or love?"

"Don't disgust me."

Jing mowen gave him a bitter cold: "who beat him, scold him or love him? I'd rather be held by Chen Yuxiong all day!"

Mo Yiran raised his eyebrows and blew tea. His eyes were as light as water. He didn't say anything.

Jing mowen and Mo Yiran went out for a stroll after dinner. It was a pastime and bought something by the way.

"Ranran, why didn't you get pregnant?"

Jing mowen helped Mo Yiran carry a shopping paper bag and glanced at Mo Yiran's flat belly. It's not enough to see it. After reading it, he stretched out his hand and touched it.

Mo Yiran clapped Jing mowen's hand and said with a smile, "well done safety measures."

"But sometimes things happen suddenly..."

Mo Yiran smiled and said nothing. After a while, she said, "maybe it's the sequelae of the last abortion. Even so, are you still stubborn to marry me?"

The woman said as she walked, and the ring on her hand was turned round and round by her.

However, he suddenly noticed that there was no sound nearby.

Stop, turn around and see the man standing in place with a slightly cold front color.

The Obsidian eyes were dark and could not see the emotion.

"What?"

Mo Yiran walked to the man with a smile. Seeing that the man still didn't respond after calling the man, he raised his hand and shook it in front of the man.

"What do you think?"

"Pa."

The shaking hand was fiercely caught by the man. The man suddenly looked at it, and there was a fierce flash in his eyes, followed by pity.

The man's cold face all year round made waves. He looked at the woman, clenched her hand and looked serious.

"Ranran, I didn't protect you."

Yiran was stunned when she heard this. Then she smiled carelessly: "you've done well. My boyfriend can drive a luxury car and bring a few trucks of soldiers to save me. It's so handsome!"

"But I still can't protect you."

There was a trace of loneliness in Jing mowen's eyes.

"Why didn't you protect me? If you hadn't risked your life to block that knife for me, I might have..."

"Ranran!"

Jing mowen suddenly shouted, which startled Mo Yiran.

"I won't allow you to say that word!"

The man said overbearing.

Mo Yiran felt funny, shook his head, and was helpless: "Mo Wen, life, death and old age are human nature. What can't be opened? Even if the next second is the end of life?"

"Don't say it! If I say it, don't say it! I don't like listening!"

Jing mowen frowned. "Who curses himself like this? I don't care what you think in your heart. You're not allowed to say such words in front of me in the future!"

"I don't, I just tell the truth. What's wrong... Woo! Jing mowen... What are you doing!"

Mo Yiran's face was tightly pinched by the man, frowned and stared at the man angrily.

"If I say no, don't you hear me? Otherwise I won't let go!"

Jing mowen was threatening with a cold face.

Don't take a glance at dye's head, hum and ignore it.

Seeing that the woman was indifferent, Jing mowen's strength was a little heavier.

To dye eat pain, busy begging for mercy.

"Well, well! I don't say, I don't say, I don't say, just let go of me!"

Jing mowen also learned not to dye and let go of his hand.

"Feudal superstition, be careful."

Mo Yiran whispered.

"What are you talking about!"

Jing mowen glared angrily.

"I said you look great!"

After that, the woman trotted out of the mall.

"Slow down!" the man looked at the woman and fled. He was afraid of being caught. He didn't feel some funny. He shook his head helplessly and followed up.

And two people only have each other's eyes, so they don't notice that several people are watching them not far away.

"Ran Ran is twenty-five, isn't she? She's always jumping around like this?"

Old lady Jing frowned slightly as she ran after Mo Yiran's grandson.

"Chairman..."

HuaQuan was about to explain, but Shao Zhuangyi grabbed the opportunity and grabbed the opportunity to speak.

"I remember Wei Wei is twenty-five, but she's more steady."

Qi Baiyu, who was next to her, chuckled: "Mo Wen has been too depressed since childhood. Now she has a lot more smiles with Ranran. Madam Jing, your granddaughter-in-law deserves a lot of credit."

HuaQuan stretched out his head from a pile of shopping bags and hurriedly answered: "yes, Mr. prospect can not laugh for several days. He has been in a great mood every day since he met Miss Mo!"

"Really?"

Mrs. Jing's locked eyebrows stretched out, smiled kindly, nodded, and said to Qi Baiyu: "Baiyu, go, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have to accompany me."

"OK."

Qi Baiyu answered with a smile.

"You follow."

Old lady Jing turned back and looked at Shao Zhuangyi lightly, with a indifferent tone.

"Yes."

Shao Zhuangyi hurried to keep up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Yiran was fooled away by Jing mowen in the evening.

On the big bed, the woman leaned against the man's generous arms and said in a lazy tone, "turn off the lights."

"No, far away, you go."

Jing mowen declined.

The woman raised her eyes and, on a whim, shrank her body, hugged the man and said, "ink, I'm afraid."

Holding a mobile phone in his hand, Jing mowen said carelessly, "I remember shaking hands with those ghosts all the way when you went to the haunted house last time. It's the same as leading people to the countryside. Will you still be afraid?"

"Are you going or not?"

Mo Yiran was so angry that he kicked the man out of bed.

"Mo Yiran!"

The man was furious and gnashing his teeth at the woman who turned his eyes.

"What are you doing? Not satisfied? Hold it!"

Mo Yiran's words fell. He was too lazy to pay attention to the man and went straight back to the quilt.

Why is there such a violent woman?

Jing mowen helped his forehead with a headache.

The weather made his teeth itch, but he couldn't help taking her.

Who makes him cheap?

He doesn't like so many gentle and virtuous women in the world, but he has a heart for this wonderful flower.

I don't know if it's bad luck or lucky.