President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran looked at the time and drove all the way to the hospital.

In previous years, the Mo family gathered together on New Year's Eve. This year's situation is special.

Mo Yiran went to Mo Changguo and decided that Wang Shuyu would accompany Mo Changguo in the hospital, while Mo Qing would follow Mo Yiran back to Jiangnan to accompany her grandparents on New Year's Eve.

Lest the two old people be lonely.

I thought Mo Qing would sit in the hospital blowing the air conditioner and wait for Mo Yiran to go upstairs.

But unexpectedly, Mo Qing had already waited at the roadside early.

In the gray sky, I don't know when there was a fine snow, flying down and falling on the boy.

The boy wore thin, camel colored snow boots, black trousers, a loose pink sweater on his upper body, a pure white Yuanbao needle scarf around his neck, and a small tassel at the end.

Mo Yiran frowned and took a white down jacket from the back of the car.

She always keeps the down jacket in the car and wears it when it's cold.

"Ah Qing, come here."

Mo Yiran stood by the car and waved to the flat handed boy across the road.

Mo Qing saw Mo Yiran. The boy who was rubbing his hands rushed to breathe, and the white mist was exposed in the air.

He nodded, looked at the car, and then walked towards Mo Yiran.

"It's snowing today. Why are you wearing so little?"

With a down jacket in her hand, Yiran rubbed the boy's cold hands while putting on his clothes for the boy.

"I don't know it's snowing again today." the boy hung his eyes and didn't resist the woman.

Mo Qing is tall compared with her peers, but Mo Yiran sees Jing mowen, Qi He and the gang who drink milk as water every day. Now she suddenly sees Mo Qing, who is 1.74 meters, and suddenly feels extra delicate and exquisite.

Well, Mo Yiran took another look at the young man. Well... It seems that he has grown taller again. He is about to catch up with Jing mo.

Mo Yiran's down jacket is a very loose type, which is just right for teenagers.

The young man raised his eyes slightly, and in his clear eyes was the worried face of the woman.

He suddenly moved in his heart, but suddenly stretched out his hand and clapped Mo Yiran's hand. His tone was cold: "you're less hypocritical and compassionate. You're afraid that grandma will see me wearing so little later and say you don't take good care of me? Oh, sinister face."

However, before the boy said more excessive words, Mo Yiran grabbed the boy's wrist and dragged him away.

He went to the other side of the car, opened the door, threw the boy into the co driver's seat and scolded coldly: "Mo Qing, you'll be weird with me here again. Believe it or not, I'll beat you!"

The young man was thrown into the car and was still in shock. He had not recovered from Mo Yiran's sudden temper.

At this time, as soon as I looked up, I saw the woman with her waist inserted and a fierce look of a mother yecha. I couldn't help being angry: "Mo Yiran! How dare you do this to me!"

"Of course you should beat your brother as soon as possible. What's so surprising?"

Mo Yiran slammed the door and went to the driver's seat.

Mo Qing looked at Mo Yiran's cold face and dared not speak. She had to whisper: "I'll sue you for abuse..."

"What are you talking about?" Mo Yiran glanced at Mo Qing.

Hearing the speech, the young man was so frightened that his head shrank into his collar again. Almost all that was left was soft ink hair and dark big eyes exposed in the air.

"Nothing."

The boy's voice is a little stuffy.

"Some time ago, I let you down because of your pity. I don't care about you. Mo Qing, I tell you, don't push an inch."

Mo Yiran suddenly stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.

Mo Qing gave a stuffy hum, which was a response.

He is really arrogant recently. Relying on Mo Yiran's little guilt, he will go to heaven.

Now, Mo Yiran is worried and shows his true face. He won't have a good life in the future.

More than two hours later, Mo Yiran and Mo Qing finally arrived.

The Mo family's hometown is an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. The elderly are reluctant to give up the comfortable life here, especially those memories.

There are small bridges and flowing water in the town. The snow here falls very gently and slowly, which is not as grand as that of city A.

Mo Yiran got out of the car with Mo Qing, took a pile of gifts from the trunk and put them in his hand.

The old man was very happy to see the two children. His smiling wrinkles trembled. When he came out, he saw the two younger generation holding a lot of gifts. While blaming the children for spending money indiscriminately, he was happy to close his mouth.

Mo Yiran and Mo Qing laughed all the way. They couldn't see that they would have to fight in two hours.

"Grandma, where's grandpa?"

Mo Yiran looks around the house. He doesn't see Grandpa. He asks in some doubt.

"He said that you two children like fairy wand best. When you were young, you always fought for it. I bought it for you!" Mrs. Jing said happily while patting the snowflakes on her shoulders for Yiran and Mo Qing.

"Oh, what a big deal! I'll just go with ah Qing!"

Mo Yiran said. After that, he grabbed the back collar of the young man who was going to run to the kitchen next to him and said with a sly smile, "grandma, it's still the old one? Ah Qing and I went to find grandpa and didn't come back for a long time. We went around."

"Go, go, come back early!"

Mrs. Jing smiled. Just outside the door, there was another cry of other younger generation coming back to visit. Mrs. Jing welcomed her out.

"What are you doing? I'm already hungry. What are you doing with me?"

Mo Qing wanted to steal something to eat. After Mo Yiran saw chuanxinsi caught her, she turned her lips unhappily.

Mo Yiran looked at the boy. Suddenly, he laughed with a "puff" and rubbed the boy's soft black hair. "Sure enough, he was still a child."

Mo Qing turned her head and "hum" and said nothing.

Yiran didn't care. She was almost as tall as the teenager in high heels. She reached out and took the teenager's shoulder and went out.

It was already late, and red lanterns were hung door to door by the small bridge in front of the door.

It is not a modern electric lantern, but a very classical paper lantern, which is a really warm fire.

It was still snowing in the sky. Mo Yiran just took out her grandmother's oil paper umbrella and was holding it up on her head. The boy next to her reached out and grabbed the umbrella.

I couldn't help saying that I took ran in my arms.

"Hum, you still talk about me, but you wear so little, and your hands are no warmer than me!"

The youth's black hair and red lips are particularly white against the snow.

The proud and charming face is also particularly lovely.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Mo Yiran suddenly couldn't stop laughing. Mo Qing didn't know why.

"What are you laughing at!"

The boy was annoyed and his earlobes were red with shame.

"Nothing, just think it's good, good."

Mo Yiran was held in his arms by a teenager. He had never felt warm before, as if he had returned to his childhood.

"Inexplicable."

Young man Leng hum.

Yiran ignored him and only looked at the flying snow.

She walks in this ancient town which is especially lively because of the new year's Eve. Every step on the thin snow green slate road makes her feel extra warm.

The cold wind mixed with snow blew on her face. It was a little cold. The boy gave her the scarf around his neck.

Mo Yiran smiled and looked at the dark and blue night sky, with snowflakes falling in succession.

She seems to have forgotten everything.

I don't know. What is Jing mowen doing at this time?