President spoils the dark wife

Suddenly, Yiran lifted her eyes and looked at the second floor.

absolutely empty.

He frowned with dye, and his eyes were dark.

It shouldn't be.

On the second floor, there should be a pair of eyes looking at her.

Is she thinking too much?

She shook her head reluctantly. Maybe there are too many broken things recently. She has been suffering from murder paranoia.

In addition to Jing mowen's admirer and her own rival, she really can't think of anyone to harm her.

No one is so idle, thinking about harming people all day.

Is there too little work or too little homework?

It's not a Qing palace opera. The empress of each palace ate and slept and ate, and the Emperor didn't come. It's not a calculation. Isn't it crazy?

Even yuan Nuo is locked up in school all day. Now she should be busy with graduation, or firmly grasp the big tree of Han Dao. There is no time to envy her.

After receiving his eyes, he dyed and shook the champagne in his hand. The black mask and the snow-white dress complement each other. When he gestures and smiles, he is a unique style that can not be imitated by others.

Jing mowen's dark eyes flow on the woman. I'm not tired of seeing the woman anyway.

Her face is perishable, but she has a unique temperament. Even the most ordinary white dress without decoration has an unspeakable charm when wearing Mo Yiran.

Suddenly, another man came in at the door, wearing a silver half face mask, depicting a delicate vine pattern.

It was already April, but he wore a black coat as long as his legs. There were many brooches, badges, rings and earrings. His hair was combed into a big back. The whole person gave a noble, arrogant and sensational feeling.

"Who's this? You're wearing such exaggerated clothes. It's like a show. Do you want to take a photo?"

Yiran sipped champagne and said with some laughter.

Then he narrowed his eyes: "but I like it. It's beautiful."

Jing mowen glanced at her and said, "Yan binwei."

Mo Yiran's champagne just slid down the tip of his tongue to his throat. When Jing Mo said it was Yan binwei, he was surprised, choked fiercely, and his face turned red.

Jing mowen looked calm, as if nothing had happened, stretched out his hand and patted his back.

The tentacle bone was thin and craggy, and he could not help frowning: "it's not to be a supermodel. Why are you so thin? At least you're also a fitness person on weekdays. Your aesthetic is morbid."

A maid came to take off Yan binwei's coat. Yan binwei swept his eyes on the court and heard the movement not far away. Looking over, he recognized Jing mowen and Mo Yiran at a glance.

Some people are too outstanding, their appearance, the kind of noble pride engraved into the bone marrow, and their body only after years of exercise. How can they be covered up by a mask?

The man smiled and walked towards them.

His pace was slow, and even with a casual attitude, he exuded a vigorous man's spirit.

"I've had a little cold recently, so I'm wearing thicker clothes. Miss Mo's thin clothes make me cough like this. President Jing, I'm not strict with my wife."

Yan binwei smiled quietly, his voice was not like the Qingming in the past, slightly hoarse.

As he said, I have a little cold.

Jing mowen ignored Yan binwei. He was too lazy to talk to an idiot.

Mo Yiran coughed and didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Yan binwei ignores Jing mowen and feels ashamed. He thinks about finding something to stimulate Jing mowen.

Yu Guang glanced at a small plate of chocolate cake on the dessert table next to them and raised his eyebrows.

Glancing at Mo Yiran's cough again, he seemed to guess what he had measured, and a touch of cunning crossed his eyes.

So he held out his hand to the cake.

"What are you doing?"

Jing mowen frowned, and his low voice had a faint sense of oppression.

Yan binwei returned one report and ignored him. In Jing mowen's fierce gaze, he took up the cake as if nothing had happened.

"Miss Mo, if girls eat too much cake, they will get fat. It's better to eat less. I'll solve the disaster for you."

As he spoke, Mo Yiran, who opened his eyes wide, took a bite and sent it to his mouth.

As a result, Jing mowen's eyes were fierce, raised his hand, suddenly grabbed Yan binwei's hand and sneered: "President Yan, eating the rest of me is also one of your hobbies?"

Yan binwei smoked at the corners of his mouth and ate Xiang's expression on his face. The cake on his hand was like a hot potato, "pa" and put it back on the table.

While being sinister, he thought in his heart, when did Jing mowen like to eat cake?

Isn't he the most annoying thing?

Really, falling in love, even the taste has changed.

Originally, he wanted to have an indirect kiss with Mo Yiran, which made Jing Mo angry and hurt internally. As a result, he disgusted himself.

At the thought that he almost kissed Jing mowen indirectly just now, he was afraid for a while. He thought carefully and was frightened

"Yan always comes alone?"

Mo Yiran's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Yan binwei faintly with the meaning of some judgment.

Yan binwei is not stupid. Naturally, she knows that Mo Yiran won't care about herself no matter how idle she is.

She's asking Bai Shengyan.

"She has another liquor store in the evening."

Yan binwei answered simply, but his eyes were dark. There seemed to be a hidden flame in his eyes, which was slowly repressed.

Another contradiction?

Seeing Yan binwei's face was not quite right, Yiran frowned.

Looking at Jing Mo Wen beside him, he saw that the man was also looking at himself.

To dye a Leng, he hooked his lips, smiled shyly and took back his eyes.

The night was as cold as water. Mo Yiran secretly left the banquet hall when someone came to talk to Jing mowen and temporarily ignored her. He went outside and sat next to a remote fountain to blow the night wind.

The wind in the spring night is cool and deep into the bone.

Yan binwei's reaction just now made Mo Yiran feel a little sad.

Bai Shengyan insists on his career and can't satisfy his overbearing male chauvinism.

But after he learned that they were together, he immediately returned home and privately asked Yan binwei why it must be Bai Shengyan?

He said that what he liked was Bai Shengyan's unyielding arrogance. He appreciated her and had an unprecedented patience with her.

But now, Yan binwei is impatient with this overbearing white smoke?

"I thought I might get married one day, but I would get divorced one day. In my life, I may be married and divorced, divorced and married."

Bai Shengyan's words seemed to be still in his ears. Mo Yiran took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag and lit it. The smoke filled the room, and the woman's hazy face became hazy in the cold night.

Yiran is different from Baisheng smoke.

Bai Shengyan seeks stimulation and likes to do whatever he likes. As long as it is something he likes, he will do it regardless of the consequences.

Although Mo Yiran also likes to seek stimulation, she is still a stable person in the bottom of her heart.

She will think before and after, touch a thing quietly and thoroughly, and only when she is 80 or 90% sure that she will not fail will she implement it.

They also have different styles in falling in love and choosing men.

As long as Bai Shengyan has a crush on him, he will stay with him and run in slowly. If it's not appropriate to separate, we can get together and disperse.

Mo Yiran looks good at first glance. He observes others for a few days. He is nothing but a thing in the pool. He leaves without showing any joy or sorrow from beginning to end.