President spoils the dark wife

"The younger generation has been taught."

Mo Yiran stood up, smiled at the old man, and then said to Jing mowen, "it takes you a lot of time today. Go back."

The three men were leaving, but there was an old man's call behind them.

Mo Yiran stopped and looked back at the old man suspiciously.

In the old man's eyes, there was a touch of cunning inconsistent with his age. Don't dye the corners of his eyes and think it's not good.

Sure enough, the next thing I saw was that the old man tightened his coat and said earnestly to Jing mowen, "Xiao Jing, although I can't manage other people's housework. However, men should look like men and have to take responsibility."

"What do you want to say?"

The face color of Jingmo remains unchanged.

Mo Yiran felt wrong after listening to the prelude, but he was still not sure what the uncle wanted to do.

After all, playing chess with him for weeks doesn't necessarily hurt her?

However, the reality is very cruel. Life threw her a slap and gave her a lesson.

The boss frowned and said slowly: "Xiaojing, I think you're not an ordinary person. If you're rich, you're expensive. Otherwise, you can't marry a beautiful and kind-hearted woman like Mrs. Jing. However, since you marry home, you should cherish it. Domestic violence is not good. How can you be so cruel to your wife? Let alone vent your anger at your wife and children. Your wife is used to hurt, not to fight."

HuaQuan's eyes were straight when he was listening.

Yiran's heart was broken when she was listening.

Mr. Jing's eyes narrowed slightly when he was listening.

"Ran Ran."

After the two old men left, the three stood in place. Mo Yiran wanted to sneak away and was stopped by HuaQuan.

Jing mowen turned leisurely, smiled lightly, and gently called Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran said "ah" and looked back at Jing mowen with a smile, but he couldn't explain.

"My domestic violence?"

Jing mowen takes a step forward with a smile and Mo Yiran takes a step back with a smile.

"I'm cruel?"

Jing mowen smiled deeper and took another step closer. Don't freeze a minute with Ran's smile and take another step back.

"I'm unreasonable?"

Jing mowen's smiling eyes narrowed, full of danger and approaching. Mo Yiran's smile was completely stiff, hopeless and desperate.

Mo Yiran swallowed his saliva, smiled, and the spring was bright.

"No, don't listen to his nonsense. He is senile and can't remember people. You see, he regards you as his former grandson..."

Mo Yiran originally wanted to make up a story to deceive Jing mowen, but as soon as she spoke, she couldn't make it up.

My uncle doesn't mind calling his wife to the handsome old man. Where's the grandson?

Sure enough, Jing mowen didn't look very good.

"Dye, I think you've been too busy lately!"

Jing mowen took Mo Yiran's hand, held it tightly in his hand, and left the park.

HuaQuan followed closely.

At the gate of the park, Mo Yiran stands next to Jing mowen.

HuaQuan went to drive. Now there are only two of them.

Mo Yiran looked up at Jing mowen, but found that the man didn't look at himself as jokingly as before, and he couldn't help feeling a little lost.

The woman raised her hand slightly and gently pulled the man's sleeve: "what's the matter?"

The woman frowned, pursed her lips, opened her eyes and looked at the man. When she saw the man, she still ignored herself.

Mo Yiran frowned deeper and tugged hard on his hand.

The man stumbled when he was not on guard.

"Mo Yiran!"

The man is slightly angry.

"All right! Don't be angry!"

Mo Yiran grabbed the man's arm with both hands, then moved his hands up and fiercely held the man's face.

The woman looked up at the man seriously and said word by word, "I'm wrong, okay?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Jing mowen raised his hand, grabbed the woman's hand, took it off, wrapped it in his palm, and asked with a deliberately indifferent face.

"Hmm..." Mo Yiran thought for a moment and then said, "I shouldn't spread rumors about right and wrong, slander Mr. Jing and ruin Mr. Jing's reputation."

"Hum! You know!"

Jing mowen said coldly, then pulled Mo Yiran into his arms and held her tightly with a fierce force.

Mo Yiran is wearing a down jacket today.

Jing mowen touched Yiran's still cold hand and unconsciously raised his eyebrow: "why is it so cold?"

"I'm cold all year round. I went to the hospital. There's nothing wrong. It's probably brought out of my mother's womb."

Ranran leaned against Jing mowen's arms and breathed the man's taste that only belonged to him.

The light incense has a clear smell of tobacco, which is clearly refreshing, but Mo Yiran is sleepy.

"I remember Gu Xiu's physique. He is always cold even in summer, not to mention winter."

King Mo Wen said thoughtfully.

"Do you know Gu Xiu's temperature? Do you always touch him?"

Mo Yiran's face was slightly heavy.

Jing mowen: "

"But then again, I didn't think you could play mahjong, Mr. Jing! And you're so powerful!"

Looking at the bright eyes worshipped by the women in his arms, the man was slightly proud in his heart, but his face was still light.

"It's not me, it's you."

"Really?" Mo Yiran raised her eyebrows without retorting.

Jing mowen said "well", then reached out and touched the woman's silky hair and said, "but I like your stupid."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need more, you need me more."

The man finished and dyed the tip of his ears red.

"Not serious!"

After Yiran finished, he buried his head in the man's warm chest.

"It's cold!"

When you bury your man in your arms, don't make complaints about it.

"It will be Christmas Eve in a few days, and the cold weather is normal."

Jing mowen doesn't expose the shy Mo Yiran. He hugs the woman tightly and laughs with her.

"How time flies. Unconsciously, the year is coming to an end."

Mo Yiran was slightly stunned. After a moment of silence, he got up straight from the man's arms, looked at the sky where snowflakes began to fly again, sighed and sighed.

The man listened to the woman's sigh and lowered his eyes.

Seeing the woman looking forward to the sky, she slowly stretched out her hand and caught the snow, but it melted in an instant.

The woman looked as shallow as clear water. She seemed to notice the sight of Jing Mo Wen, and her eyes also looked over.

She raised her hand and put her slender index finger in front of the man's eyes.

Jing mowen believed Mo Yiran very much. He didn't even blink. He just looked at the woman's plain and gentle face quietly.

The woman's fingers moved in front of her eyes, a star on the black feather eyelashes fell, and there was a little snow-white crystal between her fingers.

The woman smiled. She was as beautiful as white jade and had a little cinnabar on her lips.

In the snow of the prosperous world, the city looks beautiful.