President spoils the dark wife

"Come out and meet me tomorrow."

Mo Yiran just came out of the bath and received a wechat from the young master of the Han family. Before she replied, the cell phone rang twice.

"Yiran, in fact, you don't have to hide from me. I saw your car parked on the roadside when I left your house tonight."

"Yiran, there are some things you have to face sooner or later."

He looked at the mobile phone that no longer responded, threw down the white towel to wipe his wet hair, and his slender finger slowly typed a line of words on the mobile phone. He seemed not to care, and then click send.

"OK, you can fix a time and place."

Within a few seconds of sending it, the mobile phone rang again.

Mo Yiran continued to brush his hair and glanced at the sound.

"At seven o'clock tomorrow evening, the business building is still cloudy. See you or leave."

"OK."

Because these two days are too much trouble, Mo Yiran, who didn't sleep until 3 a.m., woke up at 5 p.m. the next day.

Looking at the sky outside, Yiran almost thought it was five o'clock in the morning.

Ten minutes later, she suddenly recalled that the young master of the Han family asked him to have dinner at seven this evening last night.

"This brain!"

Mo Yiran patted his head with his hand in anger, then quickly got up, washed and changed his clothes, put on a simple makeup, and hurried downstairs with his bag.

If you're not married, you'll be brought a green hat. Afterwards, people invite you to dinner regardless of past grievances. If you're late again, Mo Yiran thinks he's too bullying.

From washing to making up to changing clothes, the whole process took 20 minutes, which was less than the preparation time she did before she went out with ah Yan.

Downstairs, King Mo Chang Shu Yu and Mo Yutong are sitting at the table for dinner.

Seeing Yi ran downstairs, Mo Yutong put down his chopsticks and smiled softly: "sister, are you awake? Look at your heavy sleep. I think you are really tired these two days. I want you to sleep a little more, so I didn't ask you to eat."

"It's all right. Take your time and I'll go out." Mo Yiran hurried to the porch and quickly replaced his slippers with pointed leather shoes.

Just as he was about to leave, a fierce drink came from behind: "Mo Yiran, you come back! Either don't go downstairs and run out as soon as you come down, I won't allow you to go out! Before you become Mrs. Han, you can't go out again without my permission!"

Listening to Mo Changguo's gnashing of teeth, Yiran's back turned to everyone's eyes. When she turned around, she was gentle and harmless: "Dad, young master Han asked me out tonight."

Mo Changguo, who had already stood up to bombard Mo Yiran, suddenly changed his face when he heard the speech. He blinked, pretended nothing, pulled the hem of his shirt, and then sat back as if nothing had happened, but his tone was still severe.

"Young master Han asked you to have dinner. Are you dressed like this? Hurry upstairs and change my clothes!"

Mo Yiran looks down at his clothes.

The long sleeved white shirt just covers the kiss marks that didn't dissipate the night before yesterday, and the British style nine point pants with black leather shoes. What's the problem?

"And your earrings. Change them into earrings. Girls should look like girls."

Mo Changguo frowned and began to dislike accessories after he finished Yiran's clothes. Then his eyes looked at Yiran's neck: "where's the diamond necklace I bought for you? Although our Mo family is a little down now, it will be brilliant again soon. Why are you so shabby and humiliate me?"

"Dad, it's too late. You know I always drive slowly..."

"What time is the appointment?"

Mo Changguo ignored Mo Yiran.

"Seven o'clock."

Mo Changguo looked at the time. At 5:30, he said, "go upstairs and change your shirt and pants into a dress. Put on all the jewelry you can wear. If you dare to wear those flat shoes today, I'll throw them away tomorrow. The young master of the Han family is not short. You are 1.66 meters tall. He hates the sky high!"

Mo Yutong was stunned. She really didn't expect that her father's eyes were so vicious.

On the other hand, Wang Shuyu looked calm and peaceful, but there was a trace of cruelty in his dark eyes.

"But Dad, it's really too late."

Yiran was too lazy to change clothes just to meet someone. She was reluctant.

"Go and change it. When you get down later, I'll ask Uncle Liu to take you there. I'll definitely deliver it on time."

Seeing that Mo Changguo had no intention of loosening, Yiran sighed and had to go upstairs again.

While going upstairs, I can still hear Mo Changguo talking below.

"Young master Han used to pick you up in person when he asked you to have dinner. Now he let you go by yourself. Obviously, he's not so interested in you as before! Why don't you realize the sense of crisis."