President spoils the dark wife

"Elder sister, what were you thinking? Why did you make such a low-level mistake?"

Mo Qing pushed Jing Mozhen, who was sitting by the bed, and sat down by herself. Then she didn't know whether it was careless or intentional. She squeezed Jing Mozhen aside, but almost pushed the boy out of bed.

But for Cui Liji's quick eye and quick hand, he would sit on the floor.

After stabilizing his figure, Jing Mo really glared angrily at the young man next to him, bit his teeth, and sneered: "usually you don't see your sister and brother in deep love. Why do you care now? Are you famous and afraid that if you are still unstable in the entertainment industry at this time, you will be implicated by your sister's bad reputation? After all, people are terrible."

"What are you talking about!"

As soon as Jingmo's truth fell, Mo Qing turned her head fiercely and roared back angrily, "you don't like your eldest brother, so you want to provoke our brothers and sisters, don't you?"

Originally, Mo Yiran only thought that Jing Mo was really angry, so he said evil words.

However, Mo Qing's reaction was so great

But that's right. Mo Qing has just made her debut. If the world finds out that the two people who have been dominating the headlines these two days, one is a super popular star and the other is a unscrupulous female driver, they turned out to be brothers and sisters, then the microblog may collapse.

It is reasonable for Mo Qing to worry about being implicated.

"It's so noisy! If you dare to say something unpleasant again, go back and don't get in the way here."

Jing mowen is a little unhappy with the quarrel between the two people. He frowns and scolds Jing Mozhen.

Jing Mo really saw that Jing Mo Wen was angry and hung his eyes, "Oh", and stopped talking.

Mo Yiran stayed in the hospital for a few days and was discharged.

No one came to pick it up. She left the hospital quietly.

Because she was still a patient, she didn't make up or wear those beautiful clothes.

It's just a very simple loose V-neck white T-shirt, with a pair of black gay pants on the lower body, revealing slender arms and long legs.

Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, Mo Yiran without any makeup, without the usual delicacy, but because of her proper maintenance, her skin was as smooth as a newborn baby.

I didn't wear high heels, just a pair of ordinary black leather shoes.

I didn't bring a bag. I only had a mobile phone all over my body. I had a bag of napkins and a bunch of keys in my pocket.

I haven't been so light for a long time.

Mo Yiran stands beside the bus stop on the side of the road. There are a lot of pedestrians coming and going, but the return rate is much lower.

This feeling of not being watched is actually very good.

She looks like a high school student now.

Under the sunset, waiting for the white shirt boy who is about to ride a bike to take her away.

In fact, in retrospect, Mo Yiran has more or less regrets.

I regret that I was too early.

At a young age, he saw the hypocritical world and was always gloomy.

In her youth, there was no white shirt boy waiting for herself on the roadside after school and blushing at the sight of herself.

In her memory, the opposite sex has been impressed by her beauty since she was young, but no one has ever blushed.

There are many young men in white clothes around her, but they never ride bicycles. They have luxury cars to pick them up, and the rebellious and tough ones are motorcycles.

The young people around her were born rich, saw the world, educated, gentle and perfect.

Just, no gas.

At that time, in the school of your class, no one would care whether you were rich or not, because you had it, everyone had it.

In such a school, it is actually fair.

The starting point of birth is almost the same, and the rest is internal knowledge.

No one will pay attention to what brand you wear, but someone will pay attention to how many languages you speak.

In fact, there is a lot of pressure.

But Mo Yiran didn't care so much at that time.

For reading, she prefers to go out and play.

I read well at school and have fun on vacation.

Instead of going shopping for lunch and afternoon tea, I put on my sneakers to climb the mountain, put on my Hanfu to go boating in Cangshan Erhai, or wear a long red skirt to bask in the warm light on the windowsill of Lijiang ancient city inn.

At that time, I was interesting and had seen the world. I had never lived in any boy of the same age.

At that time, I despised it. Now, finally, the memory has become a pity.

Mo Yiran and passers-by exchanged wechat for a few coins and casually took a bus.

She didn't know where the bus would go. She just wanted to take a aimless look at the city.

Just right. Now it's spring and March. The sun is just right and the breeze is not dry.

The bus is slightly bumpy. It can't be compared with luxury cars in all aspects. Mo Yiran doesn't adapt to sitting.

But after a while, looking at the scenery all the way, she forgot the discomfort.

Wutong city is actually a very gentle City, and the most popular love of A is the Indus tree that is everywhere around the street.

As soon as the sun shines, it falls on the ground like broken gold.

Mo Yiran sat by the back window.

If there are too many people later, she doesn't have to stand up and give up her seat.

Old people are usually carsick and don't walk behind the car.

If the stop where the bus stops is a place with good scenery, Mo Yiran gets off, walks for a while, and takes some scenery photos of the street and some shadows of himself illuminated by the warm sun along the road.

Thirsty, I went to the roadside small cafe with a very emotional style to have a drink, listen to soothing music, tease the arrogant kittens in the store for a while, and then I was accosted by several good-looking Wenqing.

Hungry, he walked into a Japanese food shop near the square.

Overall, it looks very high-end.

Mo Yiran remembers that he came here for dinner before. The store manager came back from studying in Japan. The waiter's attitude is also good, and the taste is naturally not bad.

So Mo Yiran always has a good image here.

It's afternoon. There's no one. Yiran opened the door and went in. The waiter in the shop was yawning bored. Heard the sound of opening the door, a thrill.

Turning his head, he swept Mo Yiran from head to foot. The light in his eyes dimmed, revealing carelessness. Then he casually took Mo Yiran to the bar.

Mo Yiran frowned and shouted, "is there a box?"

"It's full."

The waiter answered without thinking.

"Really?"

Mo Yiran looked at the shop with few customers and knew it clearly, but his eyebrows frowned deeper.

"You're alone and don't order anything..."

The waiter whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

Don't be unhappy.

"Oh, no, no!"

The waiter was a little impatient. He turned to get the menu, put it heavily in front of Mo Yiran, turned and left.

"You!"

Mo Yiran's good mood of the day was dissipated by the waiter's anger and could not speak.

However, Mo Yiran lost to hunger in the end.

She sat down angrily, looking at the menu, but a familiar voice came into her ears.

"Ran Ran?"