President spoils the dark wife

The night is as cool as water. Mo Yiran feels a little cold. His hand with fine smoke slightly holds his bare arms in the cold night and gently rubs them up and down.

Suddenly, behind him came the sound of footsteps.

It's the sound of men's leather shoes landing.

Then, a warm suit coat was draped over his shoulder.

Yi Ran collected her eyes, chuckled at the corners of her lips, and didn't look back. She said softly, "why did you come out? Those flatterers are willing to let you go."

There was no movement behind him for a long time. Ran frowned and felt something wrong.

Looking back fiercely, I saw a thin man in a white shirt.

Jing mowen keeps fit all the year round. He won't be so loose in his shirt. The weak scholar seems to fall when he pushes. Moreover, Jing mowen is 1.87 meters tall, but the altitude is much higher than the man in front of him.

"Who are you!"

Yiran was startled and fiercely stood up from the fountain and stepped back vigilantly.

The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground was clear and crisp, cutting through the silent and cold night.

The man wore a white half face mask. Through his eyes, he saw his helpless and sad eyes.

So I thought it was probably someone I knew.

"Ranran, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you can't even recognize my people."

The man's voice is very lonely. He looks at Yiran's eyes as if he was visiting the past through time.

Yiran feels familiar when she listens to the voice, but she can't remember who it is for another time. She frowns slightly and her face remains unchanged.

Just look at the people in front of you quietly.

For a long time, the man saw Mo Yiran's reaction was flat. He smiled bitterly and sighed. While reaching out and taking off his mask, he said, "Yiran, you are still so heartless."

When the mask fell, the handsome facial outline of the man gradually showed up. His white skin, clear eyes, slightly shining light, and light red thin lips slightly pursed, just like the beautiful appearance of the young man next door.

"It was Han Shao. I haven't seen him for a long time."

Seeing that it was Han Dao, Yiran smiled quietly without joy or anger.

Wearing a mask can still be recognized, and it's really brave to follow it.

Yiran feels that Han Dao is becoming more and more ignorant of identity and shame, and his disgust is deeper.

With one hand, he pulled off his suit and threw it back to Han Dao. There was no expression on his indifferent face. His thin lips opened slightly: "if yuan Nuo saw it and disturbed my peaceful life again because of jealousy, don't blame me for a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye!"

When Han Dao heard the speech, a trace of injury crossed Junxiu's face: "Yiran, why are you so unique? Even if I had a plot when I was with you, but I regret it now, why can't you give me a chance? Yiran, I... Regret..."

When the man said this, his face was full of loneliness, and he didn't see the pride and delicacy of the past.

I haven't seen him for months. Yiran doesn't know what Han Dao has experienced. He just feels that his whole person is decadent and haggard.

But

"What does it have to do with me?"

The woman looked cold, raised her head slightly, glanced coldly at Han and said, "don't say I don't have you in my heart. How dare you rob a woman with Jing mowen?"

"Why not!"

The man suddenly raised the volume, raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yiran's dark eyes affectionately.

Mo Yiran was stunned. She didn't expect Han Dao to really dare to say.

But it's just a joke, not serious.

Some funny looked at him and didn't speak.

"Yiran, I can give up anything if you like. I know you must have had me in your heart. Otherwise, with your temperament, even if you were down again, you wouldn't agree to marry me unless you had me in your heart!"

The man's voice was angry. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mo Yiran's shoulder. "If Jing mowen hadn't intervened, we would have been married. He was the later intervener!"

Men's strength is surprisingly large, and there is a gap with the weak Han Dao before.

Yiran's arm was hurt when he was caught. He frowned and glanced up and down at Han Dao. He was trying to find a place to start and hit him half paralyzed.

As a result, she suddenly saw a man walking out of the dark corridor nearby.

He looked familiar and wore a mask. Before he could react with dye, he saw the man reach out and grab Han Dao's shoulder and break it off.

Han Dao might as well have been caught and was stunned. The man had raised his foot and kicked heavily in Han Dao's abdomen. Han Dao snorted and was kicked out one meter away.

"Get out!"

Low voice, black face mask, cold atmosphere.

As he spoke, the man took off his suit and pulled Mo Yiran overbearing, making the woman face to face with himself.

And he himself turned his back to the fallen Han Dao.

The suit coat he took off flew behind Yiran. The eagle spread its wings like a "bang", and the suit coat was draped over Yiran's shoulder.

"Jing mowen! You..."

Han Dao covered his abdomen and couldn't speak angrily.

Ran raises her eyes and looks at the man in front of her. A familiar feeling will be wrapped in ran in an instant. The colic in her heart that has not been seen for a long time swept her all over again.

For a long time, he collected his eyes and forced himself to calm down. He frowned at Han Dao and said coldly, "don't go yet! Do you want to die?"

It was very dark. The man in front of Ran turned his back to Han Dao. Han Dao couldn't see his face at all. He was almost the same size. It was reasonable to think that the man who suddenly appeared was Jing mowen.

Han Dao is just a little white face who can only do oral Kung Fu. He is of little promise.

Just now, she was filled with righteous indignation, but it was because Mo Yiran was in front of her and made some heroic words to move her.

Sweet talk and a little pride and seriousness. Who can't speak?

Now when the LORD came to him, he immediately woke up, thought about the past and the future, and had many worries.

He couldn't speak any more. He didn't dare to speak after being wronged. He bit his teeth, climbed up, turned and left.

He had a drink at the party tonight.

When Mo Yiran and Jing mowen came into the arena together, he recognized them.

Mo Yiran sells Meng and feeds Jing mowen to eat cake. The sweet scene of others hurts his eyes.

Just now, seeing Mo Yiran coming out alone, he couldn't sit still anymore. Taking advantage of the alcohol in his body, he was possessed and had to follow out.

Mo Yiran is right. If she dares to rob a woman with Jing mowen, she really won't die.

Hehe

Funny, funny.

It could have been the pillow man. He pushed her out by himself.

In retrospect, the time when Mo Yiran decided to marry him should be the time when Mo Yiran had a close relationship with him.

There will never be harmony for the rest of your life.

It was him who broke this beauty with his own hands, beyond recognition.

Seeing Han Dao leaving, Yiran couldn't help but look at the cold man in front of him. Tears were like beads.

Knowing it shouldn't, but the madness of emotion destroyed reason.

She no longer had the usual calm, her arms were wide open, rushed into the man's arms and hugged him tightly.

The crisp aroma of cigars lingers on the tip of the nose and is still warm as before.

This, after years of parting, I thought I would never have a hug for the rest of my life.

The night is as cool as water, and the light rain on the sky street is as smooth as crisp.

Who gets who, who loses who?