President spoils the dark wife

The snow has been much smaller, falling and dancing around, falling on the man's meticulous, dark hair and thin shoulders.

He seemed to remember something, raised his head slightly, and a faint smile crossed his dark eyes.

"Oh, by the way, mom, don't you know? Jing mowen opened his mind this year and found a girlfriend. He is quite beautiful and strong. If you see it, you should like it."

"Maybe you want to say that you want my son to argue with me."

The man smiled quietly, with a gentle tone and some expectation.

However, in the silent world, there is only silence except the sound of wind and snow.

"Hehe, mom, if you can give me a response, my son will do whatever absurd thing it is..."

Cui biejun said, laughing at himself.

Then he got up, patted the snow on his body and turned to leave.

However, I didn't take a few steps, but suddenly I heard the "bang" sound of the wine bottle.

Clear and loud, it is particularly harsh in the silent cemetery.

"It's so noisy! Don't let people sleep!"

The woman's voice suddenly sounded like a thorn red rose that smashed the calm lake.

Cui biejun was slightly stunned. Looking back, it was still a quiet cemetery. There was nothing wrong and there was no sound.

He shook his head with some self mockery. What was he thinking?

He turned and walked a few steps, but Cui biejun suddenly remembered the line of footprints he had just seen.

Sleep here?

Don't drink too much.

This kind of snowy night, sleeping all night, will be frozen to death here.

He thought and walked back.

Walking along the place where the voice just came, gradually, in the clear snow, Cui biejun smelled an intoxicating aroma of wine and a little light fragrance that only belongs to women in the cold wind.

The sound of "bang" sounded again in the cemetery.

But this time it was not the sound of the broken wine bottle, but a dull sound, like the sound of something soft falling on the ground.

Cui biejun guessed that the woman fell to the ground, so he quickened his pace and walked to the sound source.

After a while, he made a few detours and saw the figure.

Sure enough, it fell to the ground.

The woman who fell in the snow looked very warm in a red fur coat.

The woman's hair was long and dark. It was laid out in the snow like a famous painting.

There was a thin layer of snow covering her, which looked like whether to incarnate or not.

There are many wine bottles around her, many of which are empty, and one bottle is still tightly held in her hand, which is less than half empty.

"Miss, I'm afraid it's not good to disturb the peace of the dead during the new year?"

Cui biejun didn't think about whether a woman's face would be bloody and ferocious, or have no face or other terrible appearance.

He was calm and patted the woman on the shoulder.

The tentacle is soft fur, which is very comfortable and valuable.

On second thought, would the living be poor if the dead were buried in such a cemetery?

"Annoying! Annoying!"

The woman turned her back to Cui biejun and noticed that someone patted her shoulder and disturbed her dream. She was a little angry. Her thin body moved aside.

Cui biejun felt a little funny. He was rarely kind, but he became annoying?

Interesting.

For a moment, he was joking.

The man's always gentle lips rose slightly, showing a bad smile. For a time, he was similar to Cui Jie and Cui Ao.

It seems that he has instantly changed back to the bad boy on the campus.

The man rubbed his hand into the snow and stopped the cold of his hand.

Then his hand slowly explored the back neck of the woman's fate, pinched his throat and said coldly: "the ghost gate is open today. Does miss want to accompany us?"

The woman who fell in the snow probably still had some consciousness. When Cui biejun's cold hand touched her warm back neck, she trembled and woke up slightly.

As a result, it doesn't matter if you don't wake up.

Who ever thought that as soon as he opened his eyes a little, he heard a cold and faint voice behind him, and a cold hand on the back of his neck, which was particularly frightening in the cemetery.

"Ah! No, no, i... I'm wrong, don't take me away..."

Cui biejun saw the woman jump up suddenly and shrink aside with her head in her arms. He thought it was more interesting.

When interest came, I didn't want to let her go so easily.

"What if I have to take you away?" he said

The sound of "pa" was clear and loud.

Cui biejun covered his face in disbelief. Was he beaten?

Being stunned, the woman who just squatted on the ground with her head in her arms slapped the man, and then she got up fiercely and wanted to run.

But it seems that because of drunkenness, he is unstable. If he stumbles, he will fall head to the ground into the snow.

Cui biejun squatted in front of the woman. When the woman fell, he had no time to escape.

He was about to hide. As soon as he got up, he was knocked down by the fallen woman and hit him.

The two fell into the snow with a bang. Cui biejun fell and his back hurt.

He opened his eyes, and so did the other party.

At this moment, they finally saw each other's true face.

"Miss Mo?"

"Mr. Cui!"

Both of them spoke in surprise at the same time.

Cui biejun was a little stunned and looked at the woman close at hand. She was full of wine. Her whole face was red. There were still tears in her red eyes. Her warm breath was spitting on his neck, slightly itching.

The faint fragrance in the air just now becomes rich with the woman's closeness.

"Sorry!"

Mo Yiran noticed something was wrong. After apologizing, she hurried to get up, but found that her body was soft and weak.

"Well... Mr. Cui, I don't seem to have much strength now. Can you give me a hand?"

Mo Yiran said something embarrassed.

The drunken woman is completely different from the woman who pretends to smile on weekdays.

Even so cute.

Cui biejun looked at the woman's awkward appearance and suddenly burst into laughter.

The man's laughter was hearty, like a jade hairpin with dew gently beating the bell and drum in the morning, gentle and powerful.

Mo Yiran doesn't understand what Cui biejun is laughing at. She just feels dizzy and dizzy.

I didn't expect Cui biejun to help me. I struggled with my hands on the ground, turned over and lay in the snow next to Cui biejun.

I don't know when the snow has stopped. The thick clouds in the sky are suddenly thick and scattered by the wind, with a clear and elegant artistic conception.

The man beside him laughed for a long time before he stopped laughing.

Probably, I haven't laughed so wantonly for a long time?

Don't think about it.

"Why did Miss Mo come here?"

Cui biejun asked.

Mo Yiran looks at the sky, his eyes half narrowed.

"Why did Mr. Cui come here?" Mo Yiran asked.

"Visit the dead mother." Cui biejun answered.

"Me too." Mo Yiran's face was expressionless.

"The same is the end of the world."

"My mother has died for more than ten years." Mo Yiran doesn't know why. At the moment, there are a lot of words to talk about.

Even if the other party is just a stranger who has met several times.

Maybe it's just because of the right time, place and people.

When the mood arrives, I want to open my heart.

"So coincidentally, my mother has died for more than ten years."

Cui biejun answered quietly.

"I remember that Shao Zhuangyi is not Jing mowen's biological mother," Mo Yiran said.

Cui biejun put a light and gentle smile on his lips: "his mother has died for more than ten years, but she is not buried here."

"Mr. Cui, are women destined to sacrifice in the struggle of rich families?" Mo Yiran's eyes were a little hot.

Cui biejun was silent for a moment. He remembered his father who was unhappy all day and smiled: "the people who passed away are natural and unrestrained, and the people who left behind are living in pain."

"But in this world, no one can't live without losing anyone." Mo Yiran retorted.

Cui biejun chuckled and said, "but some people have a dark life. Only that one person is bright, breaking the clouds and seeing the sun."