President spoils the dark wife

"Ranran, if I love you, I won't doubt you. If I see you with other men, I'm angry and ignore you, I must be just jealous and want you to coax me."

The man said quietly, openly and gently telling his love, not ashamed of it.

Since love, say it.

"Mo Wen, do you really want to marry me? Don't regret it?"

With dyed eyes flickering slightly, looking at the man's face, thin lips pursed slightly.

"Why regret?"

The man asked.

"In my current situation, there are rumors everywhere and the company is crumbling. Such me will only drag you down..."

Said with a frown.

Jing mowen smiled and said with disdain, "what does it matter to me if I marry Jing mowen and others criticize me?"

For a moment, it was like a warm water bag was punctured, the warm and clear water flowed into her heart, and the woman's smile couldn't help flowing out slowly. She leaned down and leaned her head against the man's solid chest, so motionless.

"Then do you think I married you because I was down? I was taking advantage of you?"

Jing mowen was silent for a moment and held the man's shirt cuff tightly with his dyed hand, but he didn't speak.

"Ranran, when did you become so indecisive? You're not as confident as when I first met."

"Self confidence requires the capital of self-confidence. What do I have now? What's the basis of self-confidence?"

The woman smiled bitterly.

Jing mowen hugged the thin woman back and made a slight effort, some distressed and some regretted.

Mo Yiran's car accident was not deliberately designed as Gu Xiu said, but his voice on his microblog really meant going downhill.

On the surface, Mo Yiran is protecting him, but with his voice, public opinion will reach a climax, and Mo Yiran will also be pushed to the mouth of the wind and waves.

Now Mo Yiran is cut off by him and loses his confidence.

He... In order to satisfy his selfishness, did he do wrong?

Seeing the man's silence, Yiran got up from the man's arms and looked directly into the man's eyes, which were like dark jade, moist and bright.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Jing mowen was surprised at Yiran's persistence in this problem. He looked at her for a moment, and suddenly lifted up the corners of his lips, with a hazy smile between his eyebrows.

He raised his hand and lifted the ink hair on his forehead behind his ears for the woman. His tone was like a few gentle apricot fragrance in spring, seeping into their clothes.

"Ranran, I love you. It has nothing to do with your wealth, status, reputation and family background. I love only the woman sitting in front of me. I don't wear powder, face up to the sky and be gentle as water."

Shallow joy is like a black dog, deep love is like a long wind.

Yiran looks at Jingmo Wen with a warm smile.

"OK."

The woman's voice is gentle. If the breeze blows over Lugu Lake, it is full of spring.

Because Yiran was not seriously injured, she stayed in the hospital for a few days and was discharged from the hospital.

When Bai Shengyan heard the knock on the door, she was making moyiran's favorite apple pie.

When she opened the door, Mo Yiran carried a bag of fruit in her hand and a bunch of fresh white roses in her arms.

"Wow, flowers!"

Bai Shengyan is full of joy when he sees the white rose in Mo Yiran's arms.

Seeing Bai Shengyan with a smile, she also dyed a gentle smile on her eyebrows.

They both like roses.

However, Yiran likes red roses and ah Yan likes white roses.

Bai Shengyan took over the flowers and fruits with a smile. He leaned over and asked Mo Yiran to enter the house. He said, "come in quickly. Squeeze the orange juice for you on the table. The apple pie will be ready soon. Other dishes are almost the same. Go and sit down."

Yiran said "well", walked into Baisheng's apartment, looked around and said, "you're really empty here as always. You don't decorate anything."

"It's not that you don't know me. You don't like to stay in the same place for too long. Since you always have to move around, why bother to decorate? Waste my precious time."

"You're not romantic enough."

Seeing that Bai Shengyan simply inserted the white rose into the vase, she went back into the kitchen to cook. She raised her eyebrows and got up from the sofa.

Took the scissors out of the drawer, patiently trimmed the flower branches and re inserted the bottle.

Bai Sheng glanced at the smoke and smiled. While pouring the shrimp into the pot and frying, he looked back and smiled: "in fact, I think some things are very magical, don't you?"

"What do you say?"

Asked in a gentle tone with dyed eyebrows and eyes.

Bai Shengyan turned his head back and put the seasoning in a casual way, saying: "You see, obviously I'm the one who is passionate. In terms of romance, it should also be me. But I'm too lazy to be as simple as I can. And you, extremely indifferent, are so romantic. You always decorate a simple life with full love. Every time you walk into your house, you can feel your full love for life."

With these words, Bai Shengyan covered the pot and turned around.

He leaned lazily against the closet and looked lazily at the woman pruning flowers in the living room.

"Life is just a few decades. Who knows which comes first tomorrow or accident? It's too empty to waste time and make life comfortable and satisfactory."

The woman picked out a rose and raised it slightly.

She closed her eyes. The morning light was warm and melted into her clean skin through the petals.

"What's more, the company has been in a bad situation since I had that incident. Without a list, I am naturally very idle. If I don't find something to do, I will doubt the significance of my existence in this world."

Bai Shengyan stepped on the flip flop and walked slowly to Yiran who was half kneeling on the ground in the living room.

She knelt down, leaned over slightly, and gently surrounded the woman from behind. Her voice was as sweet as a cat. She was slightly sad: "Ranran, I heard you say to Jing mowen that day in the hospital that you wanted to get married. At that moment, I was a little sad."

Yiran opens her eyes, holds Bai Shengyan's hand around her waist with one hand and gently holds it.

The other hand holding the rose took it back slightly, put the flower close to the tip of the nose, smelled and looked pale.

"I once, never thought I would get married."

She said faintly.

Bai Sheng smells the smoke and breathes steadily.

Her kneeling legs moved forward slightly and approached Mo Yiran again. Her head also leaned against Yi Ran's shoulder. The tip of her nose gently rubbed between the woman's white and smooth neck. The cool thin lips would touch the woman's warm skin from time to time.

"I once thought that I might get married one day, but I would get divorced one day. In my life, I may get married and leave, leave and marry, but the only constant person around me is you. Ranran..."

Bai Shengyan said softly, and the warm breath spit out at Yiran's back neck.

"I don't want you to marry."

Her voice was slightly choked, and tears fell down her cheeks, warm on her dyed skin, and soon cold.

"Ranran... Ranran..."

Bai Shengyan said the name intermittently in her choking voice.