President spoils the dark wife

"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."

The man's voice is gentle and slow, but at the same time it is calm and powerful.

The words he whispered made people involuntarily convinced.

The voice came from the mobile phone, and the words "gentle as water" were still condensed in the air, followed by a long silence.

Mo Yiran finished the shrimp, glanced at the mobile phone, saw that the recording had been played, and stretched out his hand to get the mobile phone back.

Bai Shengyan put down the soup bowl and joked on his face: "I can't see that Jingmo Wen, who is serious and serious on weekdays, would have such a gentle side. Tut tut Tut, he must have never thought that he would be calculated by his pillow."

"How can it be a calculation? And even if one day he is really stupid enough to be calculated by me, it can only show that he doesn't understand me enough and lacks some sense of crisis."

Mo Yiran deleted the recording, buttoned his mobile phone on the desktop and continued to eat shrimp.

I have to say that Bai Shengyan is really good at cooking.

"That's not stupid. It's because I love you. If Jing mowen knows, he will be cold."

Bai Shengyan said faintly, and there was no expression on a beautiful face without makeup.

Jing mowen is cold. It has nothing to do with her white smoke. She won't look distressed, so it's none of her business.

With the most indifferent bystander attitude.

"He is unkind." Mo Yiran's clear eyes sank slightly and said softly.

"He should have helped, or I'd rather he didn't do anything."

The woman's shrimp peeling hand paused slightly, and then said, "he doesn't think about it. Killing my spirit makes me have to give in. This kind of folding my wings will only disgust me. What's more, I'm just gathering my eyes and breathing my feathers, and I'm not really down to him. If I'm more cruel, I won't follow his will and break up directly."

"So he said it was a bet."

Bai Shengyan calmly analyzed the unwilling appearance of the woman opposite.

"Bet?"

To dye stunned.

"Oh." Bai Shengyan smiled, shook his head reluctantly, stretched out his hand, gently touched the woman's forehead with his slender fingertips and said: "Maybe he is as smart as Jing mowen. From the moment he made his voice on the microblog, he has thought of the future. He guessed that you would be pushed to the mouth of the wind and waves. He also guessed that your brain would guess his intention, but he still did so. Why? Because he is gambling, gambling that you will follow his will, choose him, or remain indifferent and would rather leave."

"God, it's terrible not to look directly at people's hearts."

Mo Yiran covers his chest and looks very painful.

"Don't pretend to be you."

Bai Shengyan looked at her with some disgust: "after eating, get out and go back to your Jing mowen."

"I don't know."

Mo Yiran ate and drank enough, wiped his mouth, patted his slightly bulging belly, and played a rogue to lie on the sofa.

"I haven't eaten so much for a long time."

Mo Yiran said contentedly. He lay like a master. His clear but not demon face was full of satisfaction and enjoyment.

"I know I cook well. You don't have to give face like that?"

Bai Shengyan cleaned up the dishes and said with a smile.

Mo Yiran didn't speak. She was languidly trapped in the soft cloud like sofa, and her face was as bright as a picture.

Some boring, Mo Yiran turned on the TV.

After adjusting several channels, I suddenly saw Mo Qing's figure.

Mo Yiran's eyes flashed, and his sideways body suddenly sat up.

The young boy looked confident and flying on the court without showing half a timidity.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes have not yet fully opened, and he is still a little immature.

Mo Yiran quietly watched the boy's dance. Finally, she turned off the TV and lay back on the sofa, closing her eyes and nourishing herself.

He has chosen his own way. How far he can go depends on himself.

An idol is nothing but a meal of youth and becomes famous overnight.

However, water can carry a boat and overturn it. You are so straight. How can you go on in the hot entertainment circle?

Mo Yiran is worried about Mo Qing.

In my mind, I recalled the figure in front of me who decided to leave when I told Jing mowen that I was going to get married in the hospital the other day.

He doesn't want her to get married.

He hoped that his rebellion would stop Mo Yiran's attention.

He made Mo Yiran pay attention to him in a childish way.

However, Mo Yiran still has someone else in his heart.

His favorite sister since childhood finally wants to be his wife.

Mo Qing can guess what she is thinking.

But she still didn't do what he wanted.

Mo Yiran is full and sleepy.

Unconsciously, he fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she had an extra blanket on her.

Rubbed the sleepy eyes, hazy, it was dark outside.

The living room is dark without lights on.

Moyiran sat up and the blanket on his chest fell to his lower abdomen.

She looked around the room and didn't see the man with white smoke.

"Ah Yan?"

She gave a soft cry, and no one answered.

Only a little shallow aftersound echoed in my ears. It was empty and lonely, making people feel lonely and cold from inside to outside, which complemented the slight cold in early spring.

"Where have you been?"

Yiran frowned. It was dark outside the dead, and there were neon lights in the streets.

"Did you sleep so long?"

The woman's shallow voice seemed to whisper to herself.

Because she slept for a long time, her head hurt and her stomach suddenly became hungry. She felt empty and grunted twice from time to time.

She put on her shoes, rubbed her slightly messy hair, felt the dark, and slowly turned on the light in the living room.

With a "pa", Mo Yiran's eyes were badly hurt when the light was on.

She blinked her eyes hard, barely adapting herself to the brightness of the light.

I went to the bathroom, grabbed a handful of water and simply cleaned my face to make myself sober.

She doesn't have make-up today. She's a lot cleaner.

I don't know if it's my illusion. Yiran always feels like she's haggard a lot.

She still remembers that Bai Shengyan always envied her good skin. Without makeup, she was as smooth and tender as a newborn baby, and nothing was long.

But now Mo Yiran looks at the dark circles in her eyes and sighs long.

Is she old?

Out of the bathroom, ran took her cell phone and dialed Bai Shengyan.

After a while, the other end of the phone answered.

"Hello? Ranran, are you awake? I went back to the company this afternoon to deal with things. I just came back to teach you that I didn't wake up, but I didn't wake you up. Now I'm going to buy vegetables in the supermarket. Just arrived at the parking lot, do you want to come with me?"

A Yan's voice is light and cheerful. It sounds like he's in a good mood.

With a gentle radian on the corners of dyed lips: "OK, wait for me."