President spoils the dark wife

When I opened the door, it was really Jing mowen.

"Coming?" Mo Yiran saw the man, smiled, raised his head slightly, and said to the man, "wait for me, I'll get a bag."

Jing mowen nodded.

Mo Yiran's smile dissipated the moment she turned around.

Just like the moment when he opened the door, the man instantly raised a smile from a cold face.

Go back to the house and get the bag. Mo Yiran still doesn't know what Bai Jingmo means.

In the past, if Jing mowen suddenly visited, the man's facial expression was quickly gloomy with a faint smile on his lips, pretending to be profound.

This time, the opposite is true.

Jing mowen probably didn't expect Mo Yiran, who likes to grind Ji, to open the door so quickly this time, so he didn't have time to close the expression on his face.

Mo Yiran clearly sees how gloomy Jing mowen's face is before he smiles at himself.

It's like killing Mo Yiran.

But then Jing mowen's smile on her face made Mo Yiran feel more afraid.

Maybe someone annoyed him

Mo Yiran told herself so.

Then, some deliberately left this seemingly inadvertent little thing behind.

Took the bag, turned to go out and smiled at Jing mowen: "let's go."

Along the way, Jing mowen booed himself and asked for warmth. Compared with usual, he seemed to be extra gentle and considerate.

Mo Yiran didn't say much, so he allowed Jing mowen to be abnormal.

She told herself that Jing mowen was concerned about himself, not guilty of being a thief.

When we arrived at Jing's house, it was already half past ten.

Jing mowen helps Yiran open the door, Yiran gets out of the car and is about to walk in.

I just took a step, but I was caught on the wrist.

Yi Ran turned back, looked at Jing Mo Wen holding his wrist, looked up, and asked, "what's the matter?"

Jing mowen loosened Mo Yiran, then bent his arm and motioned Mo Yiran to pull it up.

Yiran soon understood the meaning of Jing Mo Wen.

In your heart, you can't make complaints about the form.

However, to the mouth is another words.

"Like me holding you?"

The woman is smiling and soft as water. He asked as he took the man's arm.

Seeing Mo Yiran pulling up, Jing mowen tilted his head and said, "no, it's inconvenient for you to walk with me. It's for grandma and them today."

"Oh? Well, if I suddenly want to hold you one day, you must think I'm bored. I'll control myself."

Mo Yiran tilted his head and said thoughtfully.

As soon as Jing mowen heard this, he frowned, coughed twice and said, "if you want to pull, I'm not a stingy person."

"That's not good. You're so reluctant." Mo Yiran looked serious, as if he was really worried about Jing Mo Wen.

After listening to Mo Yiran's words, the man looked more sad and regretted silently in his heart.

What he said was too absolute

Seeing that the man's face was getting worse and worse, Yiran smiled and said, "but... I like to see you unhappy."

Mo Yiran's words fell, and the hand holding the man's arm was a little bigger.

Sure enough, after this sentence, the man's face was better again.

Mo Yiran looked at the man's mood change, was over head, looked at the graceful steps ahead, smiled without saying anything.

When the water is full, it overflows, and things will turn upside down when they reach the extreme.

Mo Yiran didn't like Jing Mo Wen at first, so she was indifferent.

Now I think Jing mowen is good and can't let him go. Naturally, he won't be as open-minded as before.

Relationship is not a one-sided payment, but needs to be maintained by both sides.

Whoever takes the initiative for a long time will feel tired.

Love is even more so.

Jing mowen will like himself at first, perhaps because of a pair of eyes, a face and a temperament.

However, if Mo Yiran is still cold and indifferent, the love given by Jing mowen will dissipate bit by bit in the vast river of time until it disappears completely.

Entering the living room, he found that many people came. Jing mowen and Mo Yiran were probably the last to arrive.

Gu Xiu was the first to meet.

A curly haired man tied up his hair. From a distance, some men of Russian descent smiled particularly white in the winter sun.

He came up and said hello to Mo Yiran Jingmo Wen.

"Gone?"

Seeing Gu Xiu holding the car key in his hand, Jing mowen raised his eyebrows and asked.

Gu Xiu nodded and said, "send my mother here early. I have something to do later. I won't stay for lunch. My mother asks you to take good care of her. I'm afraid she'll run around."

"OK, be careful on your way."

Jing mowen gave an order, and then Gu Xiu left.

On the sofa, Gu Xiu's mother, Qi Baiyu, was sitting next to grandma Jing mowen, talking and laughing.

Xiang Xinwei and Shao Zhuangyi sat on the other side talking. Xiang Xinwei also wore a dark red coat today. She seemed to hear the movement. She looked up and saw Mo Yiran and smiled at her.

Turning around, Jing mowen's grandfather is playing chess with another uncle of the same age. Jing mowen's father stands aside to watch the war.

At the entrance of the stairs, Jing Mo came downstairs with bleary eyes.

"Mo Wen, you're back!"

Jing mowen's grandmother saw Jing mowen and welcomed him happily.

His eyes touched the arms they were holding, and his smile deepened. He smiled at Mo Yiran and said, "Ranran, I haven't seen you for a long time. I must stay for lunch at noon and let Grandma see you more, otherwise I don't know when I can see you next time!"

Mrs. Jing smiled kindly. As soon as her voice fell, Qi Baiyu, who followed her, came over and said angrily, "Ranran, your child, has no conscience and doesn't know how to accompany us. Don't keep it this noon. Don't appear in front of us next time."

Mo Yiran was embarrassed by what the two elders said. He quickly replied, "recently, because the Spring Festival is approaching, I'm busy with my work and can't find time. It happens that I have nothing to do during the Chinese New Year. I must bother from time to time. I'm afraid you'll find me troublesome."

"What's the matter? Ranran, tell Grandma the truth. Did my grandson speak ill of me? That's why you didn't come?"

Mrs. Jing asked seriously. As she spoke, she glared at Jing mowen, who was watching the play next to her.

Jing mowen drew a corner of his mouth. What did he do wrong?

Is he just like a bad man?

Even if he is a bad man, he won't slander his own grandmother, will he?

Mo Yiran was amused and was not so formal at all.

"Yiran, stay for lunch. Today, aunt knew you were coming and cooked a dish herself."

Xiang Xinwei also came over and said with a smile.

This tone is somewhat like the hostess here.

Mo Yiran didn't listen, but she noticed that Jing mowen frowned and didn't look very good.

So he said with a smile, "really? Aunt has worked hard."