President spoils the dark wife

The woman on the portrait looks very young, smiling and gentle.

It's just, it doesn't look very Asian.

Although at first glance, the exotic customs are not strong, but if you look carefully, you will find that the exquisite three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes of women are not the common smooth appearance of Asians.

Maybe God cares for your face.

Although Jing mowen looked familiar, he couldn't remember where he had seen him, so he didn't care anymore.

People are always similar. Maybe they have seen women who look similar to Mo Yiran's mother.

The snow, which had just stopped, began to fall again, feeling cold.

Jing mowen called Cui biejun as he left the cemetery.

It took Cui biejun a long time to answer the phone.

"It's a great honor for Mr. Cui to call me and say hello."

Cui biejun said slowly after answering the phone, with a smile in his tone.

Jing mowen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and asked directly, "is Ranran with you?"

Cui biejun at the other end of the phone was stunned, then suddenly smiled and said, "President Jing, did you install positioning on Miss Mo's mobile phone?"

Cui biejun joked, but he didn't hide it. He said, "Miss Mo is really here. She's drunk. I ran into her by chance. I'm afraid she might have an accident, so I took her away first. If President Jing doesn't mind the trouble, why don't you come and take your little fiancee away now?"

After hearing the speech, Jing mowen breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "naturally, I'm going to get it back. I also ask Cui general affairs to take good care of her. I don't want to see Ranran knock on her when I go there."

After that, he hung up the phone and Jing mowen drove away to Cui biejun's house at top speed.

Cui biejun doesn't live in Cui's house for half of the year.

Like Jing mowen, Gu Xiu and others, they all have their own real estate outside.

Cui biejun and Mo Yiran, who is drunk, will never return to Cui's house, because it's really hard to explain.

So Cui biejun must have taken Mo Yiran to his house in the city center.

Rang the doorbell, and soon the door opened.

Cui biejun seems to have just taken a bath. At this time, he has changed into loose and comfortable gray home clothes. His hair is also wet and dripping.

"Mr. Jing, you're fast. Are you afraid I can't do anything to your little fiancee?"

Cui biejun opened the door and let Jing mowen in, laughing and joking.

Jing mowen didn't even look at him. He went straight inside and said, "Cui is not close to women. The girl in city a controls the first person. Who doesn't know? How can I doubt what Cui will do to my girlfriend?"

Cui biejun looked at Jing mowen's back, leaned gently against the wall and smiled: "President Jing, your little wild cat just threw up all over me. What's the matter? If I didn't meet you by chance, your fiancee would be frozen to death in the cold cemetery, what's the matter?"

Jing mowen saw Mo Yiran lying on the sofa, sleeping drowsily. As soon as he pulled out his eyes, he hurried over and held the woman in his arms.

The woman slept soundly, and a faint fragrance hit the tip of her nose.

Jing mowen's slender fingers slightly swept the woman's bright and white face. The touch was warm and soft, like a glutinous rice cake just out of the pot.

People can't help but want to take a bite.

Jing mowen looked at the woman in his arms, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of gentle doting.

As like as two peas in the arms, he said, "I'll pay you a suit." I said, "I owe you my personal experience." when I passed by Cui Biejun, he said, "I'll pay you a suit."

Cui biejun seemed quite satisfied with this answer. He nodded and said, "that scene always walks slowly. Cui doesn't give it away."

Jing mowen glanced at him and left with Mo Yiran in his arms.

Jing mowen took Mo Yiran back to the car and saw the woman sleeping soundly, but the eyebrows were always worried.

The man held out his hand to smooth the eyebrow, but he was not satisfied anyway.

Finally, the man sighed a little frustrated.

He gently lifted the falling hair on the woman's face, gently rubbed the woman's smooth face with his thin cocoon hand, again and again, as if he wanted to integrate the woman into life.

"Ranran, even if you are drunk, is also a kind of memory, because you can't forget anything."

The man said softly, a touch of sadness hidden in his dark eyes.

It's probably because Jing mowen has more strength in her hands, and the sleeping woman on her side has a sign of waking up.

She slowly opened her eyes. Jing mowen was stunned, quickly took back her hand, and her face returned to indifference.

He sat in the car, his hands around his chest and his face was expressionless.

The woman beside her really woke up. She seemed to be very uncomfortable. She gave an unconscious sound of Yinning. She listened to Jing Mo Wen's lower abdomen and her throat was hot and dry.

Mo Yiran, Mo Yiran, do you know that your unconscious seduction is the most difficult to control human feelings.

"Jing mowen... Why are you..."

The woman saw the people around her, held her head with a headache and opened her mouth with some irritability.

Jing mowen was immediately unhappy.

That's how he annoyed her?

"Why am I here?"

The woman next to her spoke again. Her tone was still not very good, cold, like questioning a prisoner.

Jing mowen ignored, turned his head and swept his eyes out of the window.

Mo Yiran is not happy to see that men ignore themselves.

Angrily, she stretched out her hand and pulled the man over. Taking advantage of the gap of the man's surprise, the woman stretched out her cold little hand and pinched the man's chin, narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice: "ask you something!"

Jing mowen admitted that he had been molested. He was surprised and angry. He gnashed his teeth at the bold woman and said word by word: "Mo Yiran, you have the ability! Molested me?"

"This is even flirting? You are really innocent. I'll show you what flirting is today!"

Mo Yiran was dizzy. He looked at the man in front of him and kissed him directly.

The hot kiss makes people feel like spring in a trance on a cold winter night, warm and pleasant.

Jing mowen was surprised. He hadn't thought they would make up so soon and then have an intimate act.

However, since this is already the case, if we don't continue, we are sorry for Mo Yiran's initiative.

The man's depression was swept away, and a ruffian smile appeared on his lips. He turned his back on the guest, hugged the woman, leaned forward, and suppressed the woman in the car.

"Ranran, you are always so charming."

Jing mowen kissed the woman, telling love words in her ear, and stroking the woman's delicate white jade cheek.

Mo Yiran's eyes were blurred. The bright red lips took the initiative to gather together with the man's shoulder, dropped a gentle kiss, and then the lip flap opened slightly and bit down, leaving a row of neat impressions.

"Hiss..."

The man took a breath, "naughty."

Words fall, with some revenge, kiss harder.

It's snowy outside and beautiful inside.