President spoils the dark wife

At about nine o'clock, it began to rain outside the window.

Yiran was next to the window. There was a small crack in the window. There was a cold wind blowing in, with a trace of rain and dew.

In fact, Yiran likes the slightly cold weather with some tide in early spring.

In this climate, I drink a cup of coffee in the morning, have a hot pot at noon, have a cup of tea in the afternoon, take a nap and have a cup of wine at night.

Beautiful things in the world.

Happiness is actually very simple.

Jing mowen is burning a cigarette. Looking sideways, he suddenly sees the woman beside him staring out of the window.

Looking down the woman's eyes, the man's eyes were dark. Under the dim yellow street lamp, there were several little lovers who were greasy together. Sometimes they kissed, sometimes kissed, and hugged away.

He took back his eyes, leaving only the woman's plain white cheeks in his dark eyes.

Mo Yiran's cheeks are very soft, just like a girl.

Every time I touch it, it's like touching a piece of tender tofu, which will break with a little force.

Jing mowen looked at it, and a faint smile floated from the corners of his mouth.

After a while, Li jiangshen suddenly said he wanted to eat hot pot.

Yiran was interested.

Because she remembered the food photos she saw when she brushed her circle of friends two days ago, the tip of her nose seemed to smell the smell of the bottom of the butter pot.

"I want to eat, too."

As Yiran spoke, Qiao Qingyuan and Cui Liji spoke at the same time.

Chen Yu pulled a corner of his mouth and said, "you women don't like to eat supper at night at ordinary times. You've always been very negative about food. What's the matter now? Aren't you afraid of changing your figure?"

"Eating is an art. You must have the right time, place and people, and have a good mood at a specific time and place."

Qiao Qingyuan shook the crystal clear liquor in the glass and smiled.

"If you want to eat, why do you have so many fancy excuses?"

Huo Sha heard Qiao Qingyuan's deep and funny clothes.

"Don't you still want to rely on you? I don't know what I'm talking about all day. I can't think deeply." Qiao Qingyuan smiled.

"The master is here to fight the Dharma in front of the Buddha. You dare to show off. Now it's not true?"

Flattery is like love. There is no room for a third party to stand idly by.

So Cui Liji quickly followed the flattery.

Attack Qiao Qingyuan to set off Huo Sha.

Of course, casually, there is no malice.

"Think about it. What's more, sister Shen hasn't eaten hot pot for ten years. Don't you have a conscience?"

Cui Liji glanced at the crowd.

Li jiangshen smiled: "I'm old. I'm sleepy now. Fulfill my wish and go back to bed after eating."

Everyone drank wine and it was hard to drive. Jing mowen asked HuaQuan to bring someone over.

Out of the deer dust, the night dome was still pattering with rain, and he shrunk his shoulder with dye. Jing mowen, who was walking in the back of the car, had come to take her shoulder and put it in his arms.

The warm ring with the smell of clear tobacco is wrapped around the dyed circumference.

Yiran looked up and smiled at the man.

The smoke at the tip of the nose is more fragrant.

He still hasn't given up smoking.

In fact, knowing that Jing Mo's tattoo is in a high position, he has to be wary of some villains all the time, and he is under great pressure.

There are countless examples of losing everything carelessly.

She is not in the same position with him. It is difficult to help him, and she can't do equal love.

Before she confiscated his cigarettes, she just made a superficial effort to show that she was actually interested in him and that she was concerned about him.

But whether he can quit or not depends on him.

Jing mowen is under great pressure. Smoke can calm him down.

He won't be controlled by smoke, but he can't live without it at the same time.

Some things can't be forced.

If you insist, you can't.

Some of the group of people just now stayed in LuChen, some scattered, went back to their homes to find their mothers, and some followed them to eat hot pot.

Huo Sha was called by Jing mowen today. Although he didn't know how Jing mowen invited this Buddha, he was rare and didn't run people.

The posture is also peaceful.

The people who order hot pot basically have nothing left.

When entering the store, the store manager smiled and was almost happy to spend.

Another big deal.

The shop assistants frowned one by one.

Working overtime again.

However, several young people gathered together to gossip after seeing the high looks of Yiran and others.

After entering the box, they ordered their favorite dishes. After a while, the bottom of the pot came up.

Although Jingshi is mainly engaged in jewelry, she has also made great achievements in other fields, and is also slightly involved in the catering industry.

The small shop in this mall is also managed by Jingmo Wen, so this meal is invited by Jingmo Wen.

The people didn't mean to be polite at all. Seafood Shanzhen should be ordered.

Mo Yiran and Li jiangshen ordered more vegetables out of reason, although they also ate meat.

Yam, potato and white gourd are all necessary.

Because it's not as oil absorbing as lettuce and baby vegetables.

Li Jiangchen sits next to Mo Yiran.

She eats very slowly and doesn't cook much. Most of the time she is chatting with Yiran.

Cui Liji and Qiao Qingyuan ate happily.

"Cui Liji, can you eat less? When you look back, you have acne on your face and want to scream."

Cui Jie frowned and his eyes were full of disgust.

Brother Cui Ao followed Cui biejun home. Cui biejun didn't trust Cui Liji, so he asked Cui Jie to come and look at her.

"People are growing up."

As she spoke, Cui Liji had picked up a chopstick, dipped the fat cow in the dry dish, wrapped lettuce and stuffed it into her mouth.

As a result, it was like choking and coughing.

Cui Jiesheng sighed. He was about to pour her a glass of water, but Jing Mozhen had handed over the milk he didn't know when to pour it.

"How many times did you say not to touch the dry dish? If you didn't listen, you choked every time."

The boy frowned.

Cui Liji grabbed the milk, drank it quickly, and replied with a smile, "isn't there a milk lover you? You order hot pot every time. What are you afraid of?"

"Jingmo really doesn't like pure milk."

Jing mowen comes up to Yiran's ear and whispers. Then he gives Mo Yiran the shrimp as if nothing had happened.

Yiran smelled the speech and looked at Jingmo Zhen and Cui Liji thoughtfully.

Then he looked at the eye view ink text.

This guy said he hated his half brother, but he clearly knew Jingmo's real habits.

And gossip with her.

say yes and mean no.

Oh, man.

Next to Li jiangshen, he picked up a piece of white gourd and showed a thoughtful appearance. Yiran suddenly had an unusually familiar feeling.

Recalling that Jing mowen told Mo Yiran before that Li jiangshen had no common sense like Cui Liji.

At this moment, Yiran seems to have a hunch of what Li jiangshen will say later.

"It's strange that this potato can be boiled transparent?"

Mo Yiran: "

History is surprisingly similar.

"Ha ha! Sister Shen, that's white gourd!"

Cui Liji looked over after hearing the speech and couldn't stop laughing.

Mo Yiran still clearly remembers that Cui Liji said the same thing several months ago.

"Really?" Li jiangshen blinked and looked at the white gourd again.

"You're funny to laugh at others."

Jingmo really satirized.

Cui Liji's smile froze, stared at the boy, lowered her head and took the beef as Jing mo. she really took a vicious bite and continued to grow her body.