President spoils the dark wife

"Yesterday's day cannot be left."

With dye holding chess, he moved a son and smiled lightly.

There is no meaning of comfort, and there is no pity in his eyes, but a very detached attitude.

"Can't you stay yesterday?"

The old man hung his eyes and tasted this sentence carefully. For a long time, he smiled heartily: "what the little girl said is! Yesterday's day can't be left!"

"Sir, you are very open."

Mo Yiran drinks coffee, lipstick is printed on the edge of the cup, the temptation of scarlet.

"I've seen many old people in their twilight years. The other half is very sad when they leave. Otherwise, they are confused and don't remember people, but their tears fall involuntarily."

After hearing the speech, the old man was silent for a while. His eyes were cloudy. Yiran couldn't see what was in his heart.

A moment later, the old man smiled: "just as you said, yesterday's day can't be left. If my wife sees me sad, she will be unhappy. My wife will say over there that I am capricious and can't accept the pain of separation."

"And ah..." the old man said, suddenly paused and hooked his lips: "we'll see each other soon."

When the old man said this, there was no sadness in his eyes, but only joy.

Yiran blinked and smiled.

What an open-minded man.

However, at this age, things in the world are like passing clouds, just bearish.

"Little girl, you don't work?"

When the old man asked, he kept staring at Yiran, with a faint expectation in his eyes.

Yiran seemed to see something from the old man's expectation and opened her lips slightly.

Originally intended to tell the truth, but I couldn't bear it.

After a little thought, he smiled, "I'm a wife, but my husband doesn't love me, my children are noisy, and I'm often scolded. I can come out and breathe at this time of the day."

The old man turned his eyes flexibly and said with a smile, "little girl, come and play chess with me at this point in the future? It won't be long, just a few weeks."

Yiran smelled the speech, his heart tightened and smiled, "OK."

Don't make yourself the boss. There's plenty of time.

Since then, Mo Yiran came to play chess with the old man every evening.

At first, Mo Yiran just felt sorry for him.

The old companion died. He is a lonely old man and his time is running out. It's a good thing to play chess with him.

But a week later, Mo Yiran completely erased the pity in her heart.

Sir, that's great.

Chess, go, chess, military flag

Almost none, No.

Yiran thinks he is good at chess, but he has no ability to fight back in front of the old man.

And the old man is also quite resourceful.

Every time after his defeat, he would release a little water to make Mo Yiran want to stop, so as not to leave in anger after Mo Yiran's defeat and never come again.

Yiran knows what trick the boss is playing, but she is willing to jump into the pit.

Sure enough, people can't judge by appearance, and the sea can't be measured.

When I first saw him, why didn't I see he was a scheming old boy?

"Did you find it?"

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Jing mowen, who was rapidly tapping the keyboard, raised his eyes, asked faintly, and then his eyes fell back on the computer.

"I found it."

While answering, HuaQuan put some photos in her hand on the table and continued: "recently, Miss Mo always went to the park to play chess with an old man. Although she was always defeated miserably, she became braver and braver. It's a pleasure, so she hasn't been warm or cold to you, President Jing."

"What are you talking about? She just wants to play chess and hang me for two weeks? She's still not human!"

The man fiercely closed the computer with a cold face.

"Since you are thinking about Miss Mo, why doesn't president Jing go to her?"

HuaQuan looked at the angry Jing mowen and asked.

When Jing mowen heard the speech, he glanced at him coldly and looked at HuaQuan expressionless: "I called her for the first time, and she said she was busy. The second, perfunctory. The third, she hung up. What am I asking for trouble? I'm Jing mowen. How can I stick my hot face to the cold ass in the world?"

"Do you have less hot face and cold butt..."

HuaQuan whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold idea suddenly appeared.

Hua Quan took a puff from the corner of her eyes, smiled on her face, and said: "I mean, President Jing, you did the right thing! This woman is trouble! You can't spoil her too much. Now her perverse temperament is spoiled! You have to air her, so that she can't live without you, realize that she's wrong, and let her apologize to you!"

Smelling the speech, Jing mowen's head, which had been lowered, was raised again.

The man looked at HuaQuan coldly with cold eyebrow and eye cream: "HuaQuan, who allows you to slander the president's wife?"

HuaQuan: "

Everything he said was wrong.

"Well, are you still looking for her?"

"Look! Why not? The old man is not a good thing at first sight. What if he is cheated? There will be no place to cry at that time!"

Jing mowen slapped the table fiercely and went out of the door.

HuaQuan followed closely.

However, when he got to the elevator, Jing mowen suddenly stopped.

HuaQuan was startled and almost hit Jingmo.

Stabilized his body, calmly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "what's the matter with Mr. Jing?"

The man slowly turned back, frowned and said, "you just said... Ranran always failed miserably?"

HuaQuan nodded. "Well," he said, "the old man participated in international competitions when he was young. He is an expert in hiding the folk."

"Master?"

Jing mowen nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at the eye flower spring with a smile.

HuaQuan was surprised: "what do you want to do..."

At the same time, the park??????

Mo Yiran came to the park as usual.

Although it is said that the old man is running out of time, Mo Yiran feels that the old man is very strong and strong. He feels that he will have no problem living for more than ten or twenty years

Today's weather is fine, with snow and slight cold.

Mo Yiran wrapped his down jacket like a bear.

I was thinking of ways to crack the chess game all the way. When I arrived at the place where I used to play chess, I didn't see anyone.

Mo Yiran's heart is tight and the tip of his nose is slightly astringent.

Is it difficult

Mo Yiran sat on the stone stool with some weakness. The corners of his eyes were slightly warm. When the cold wind blew, the cold seemed to be freezing and biting cold.

In the past, when I came here, I had already waited here early.

And today

Although we haven't known each other for a long time, we don't even know each other's last name.

But still damn sad.

Yiran sniffed, got up and walked back.

"Little girl!"

Walking, there was a familiar cry behind him.

Mo Yiran looks back fiercely and sees a familiar old face.

The old face full of wrinkles can't smile brightly. The whole person walks step by step, not to mention how lively.