President spoils the dark wife

Women's red makeup is enchanting, their sleeves are like clouds, their waist is slim, their face is like peach and plum spring flowers, and their eyes are like blue lake in June.

Her face was slightly calm, with no big expression.

She is used to her beauty.

"Yes, Yiran! She is worthy of being the campus goddess in those days. It's a pity that sister Yan is not here, otherwise you two will fall in love with all sentient beings!"

As soon as the photographer entered the door, he saw Mo Yiran who had changed his clothes. He walked over and said happily. Looking up and down at Mo Yiran, his eyes were full of surprises of finding treasure.

"With you as a model for publicity, I don't worry that no one will make an appointment!"

"Well, if it develops in the future, just remember to invite you to dinner."

Don't smile with dye.

"That must be!" the classmate nodded attentively.

Then, as if remembering something, he waved to the male model who had just come in and said, "dusk mountain, come here and meet your partner."

The young man called Dushan turned off his cell phone, got up from his chair, strode over, held out his hand to Mo Yiran, smiled and said, "Hello, I'm your partner today, sun Dushan. Just call me Dushan. Please take care of me this afternoon."

Yiran looked at him, held out his hand, smiled and said, "don't take care of Yiran."

"Dushan, Yiran is the same as me. She is several years older than you. You have to call her sister."

The classmate smiled and patted Dushan on the shoulder.

Dushan was obedient. He bowed to Mo Yiran and felt: "sister!"

"What are you talking about? Don't expose my real age, will you? I'm old for my sister!"

Mo Yiran glared at her classmates angrily.

"Not old or not, my sister is dressed more mature. If you change your dress, it's said that my sister is believed!"

After Dushan flattered, several people laughed together.

Only here can Mo Yiran feel some vitality.

To laugh.

Then, the students went to change clothes and make-up with Mu Shan and said some details about shooting later.

Mo Yiran went to Jing mowen, first looked at the eye flower spring, smiled and turned a circle: "flower spring, am I beautiful?"

HuaQuan wanted to roll his eyes, but considering that Jing mowen was nearby, he rubbed the white hair on his head, forcibly pulled up the corners of his mouth and showed a brilliant fake smile.

"Beautiful! It's so beautiful! You don't know. My eyes were straight just now!"

"Really? If it's beautiful, you can have a look. I'm always generous!"

Mo Yiran saw HuaQuan's smile was very fake. He hurriedly cooperated with him in acting and smiled a kind of sinister and treacherous way of burning jade and stone.

"Ink, is it good?"

Mo Yiran finally looked at Jing mowen, but his smile converged a lot.

Unlike the pride when facing HuaQuan just now, it seems a little uneasy at this moment.

My heart was also very nervous, as if I had a rabbit in my arms, plop, plop.

The man's eyes are like frost, the bridge of his nose is high, his eyes are half narrowed, and his eyes look over faintly.

Mo Yiran was more nervous when he saw it.

For a long time, the man opened his eyebrows and smiled and touched the woman's waterfall like ink hair: "how can it not look good?"

Hearing the speech, the woman breathed a long sigh of relief, put on the man's arm and smiled.

The cold winter has passed, and Merlin is gradually scattered.

Having entered the mountain, the breeze blew, the flowers and trees swayed all over the sky, the plum blossoms were colorful, the men in green shirts danced in their clothes, their eyes were closed, their heads were raised, their eyebrows were frowned, and the white plums fell on their faces. When the breeze blows, the sleeves are inspired and publicized like birds' wings.

"All right, Yiran, go quickly and walk slowly. When holding an oil paper umbrella on the dusk mountain, slightly point your feet and take a close-up!"

The students said while clapping.

Jing mowen sat on one side of the rock and quietly watched Mo Yiran with a gentle face walk past with his umbrella in his hand.

In fact, he is a little unhappy.

Watching Mo Yiran pay attention to other men.

Although he knew it was false, he was still very angry.

Mo Yiran is not so poor that he has to take photos, and he can't afford to support her.

It's just that Mo Yiran likes to take photos and hopes to keep the peak of the face of all living beings he fell in love with when he was young. Besides, he still has money. Why not?

Birds chirp in the mountains and forests, and the lake is quiet, reflecting soft light.

After shooting for about an hour, the horses arrived.

One black and one white.

Mo Yiran said that her classmate secretly transported it from her horse farm without telling her father. She had to return it when the shooting was over.

Horses are just ordinary horses. They are not as valuable as the group raised by Jing mowen, but these two horses are very photogenic and beautiful.

"How are the horses?"

Jing mowen walks over and looks at the horse's teeth. They are all young and middle-aged horses. Jing mowen is worried that the horse is fierce and Mo Yiran will fall.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jing. These two horses are not expensive, but they are gentle. Otherwise, I don't dare to take them out and let Yiran ride."

The photographer frowned when he saw Jing mowen. He was surprised and hurried to answer.

In fact, this time he came to Mo Yiran to make an appointment, not because he couldn't find a model, but because Mo Yiran's man was Jing mowen.

Jing mowen, a man of this rank, has considerable influence. Shopping malls are definitely not easily seen by the rich second generation who eat and die.

He is also the rich second generation, but he is different from Mo Yiran's white smoke. They have dreams, have their own career and don't need to rely on anyone.

Like Mo Yiran, has she ever been afraid of the collapse of the Mo family?

A person separated from Mo's family, but had a more natural and unrestrained life.

He didn't have to commit himself to marriage and found a top man like Jing mowen. He was a winner in life.

These two people were the best in a class.

Sure enough, you can play with any kind of people.

Although his family is rich and doesn't have to worry about living on the streets for the rest of his life, his father thinks he is worthless. He only knows to go out and take pictures all day and earn small profits.

Mo Yiran had an accident a few days ago. His father saw this time and asked him to use his old classmate's identity to find Mo Yiran and take the opportunity to approach Jing mowen.

The two horses were not transported quietly as he said, but carefully selected by his father. He was afraid that the horses were not gentle and beautiful enough. Don't dye them. If something happens and they fail to flatter Jing mowen, their family will be over.

"I seem to have an image of you. I've seen you at some cocktail party. Are you from the Wang family?"

Jing mowen took back his hand holding the horse's mouth, took the handkerchief handed by HuaQuan, wiped his hand, and then glanced coldly at the young man next to him.

"Ah! Yes, I'm the second son of the Wang family. My name is Wang Changyi. Mr. Jing can still remember Changyi. It's really Changyi's honor!"

Wang Changyi never thought that Jing mowen would remember himself as a nobody. He was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

Jing mowen gave a faint "um" and said coldly, "Wang Changyi, I remember you. Ranran is in a bad mood recently because of some things. I hope she can be happy today."

A man's eyes are like a cold lake, deep, cold and elusive.