President spoils the dark wife

"By the way, which side of the ball? With such a big face, Qi He has passed."

Mo Yiran suddenly remembered this and asked with some doubts.

Not to mention that Qi He has great power. He doesn't need to go to the ball in order not to offend or flatter anyone. He himself is twenty-nine to three. What else does he do at the dance, stay with a group of young people and find girlfriends?

Yiran looked at Cui Liji thoughtfully.

"Oh, this dance is organized by Gu Xiu. It's in a villa near the sea."

Cui Liji didn't notice Mo Yiran's deep eyes. She put her chin on the back of her hand and replied, "all the familiar ones have gone. It's just idle. Get together with everyone and give me and ah Zhen, who haven't been out of society, to recognize people. It's also convenient in the future."

Cui Liji's casual remarks show the vicious capitalists incisively and vividly.

Think of ordinary children, like Cui Liji, who is 15 or 16 years old, who are still biting the pen and writing hard. Maybe they haven't even thought about the future.

As a result, contacts have begun here. People are more popular than people.

Mo Yiran nodded. Then he remembered something. He suddenly turned his head and said, "I remember Gu Xiu invited me before to hold the dance. Because it has haunted me for a long time, it has a deep image. It was held in a mountain villa. How can the place of the dance become the seaside again?"

Cui Liji's heart tightened as soon as she heard it, her palms sweated, and her brain ran fast.

Two seconds later, the girl said without changing her face: "in fact, Gu Xiu wanted to do it by the sea at the beginning, but didn't it always rain some days ago? It's not easy to play by the sea, so she decided to set up the villa. But it's sunny again these days, mountain and sea. Of course, she chose the sea, didn't she?"

Mo Yiran nodded.

Mo Yiran is smart. Cui Liji is worried about what she will ask again. She answers the slip of the tongue. Mo Yiran reveals what she has analyzed from it.

So he hurriedly said, "by the way, let's go and pick out the dress later. The dance may last late at night. I'm afraid I'm sleepy at night. I'll take advantage of it now. Sister ran, you can also sleep."

Mo Yiran didn't doubt anything. "Well", he fell down and went to sleep.

Just now she was half asleep in the cinema and was dragged up by Jing mowen. She was really sleepy.

An hour later, Mo Yiran left the club with Cui Liji.

As soon as I went out, I saw Jing mowen's driver standing by the car. It seems that he has been waiting here for some time.

"Uncle Liu? Why are you here?"

Yiran looks at the smiling driver who opens the door for Mo Yiran and Cui Liji and asks.

"Oh, it's Jing..."

Uncle Liu was trying to answer that Jing mowen asked him to come here, but Cui Liji hurriedly interrupted him. She pulled her dye into the car and said, "it's the driver I borrowed from brother Jing. Aren't we going to the ball? We have to go to dinner and see the dress. It's a long way to go. Besides, uncle Liu, we all know each other. It's safer if we don't have any driving skills, isn't it?"

Then he winked back at uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu, as a person around Jing mowen, although he is only a driver, he is also a smart man. He has eyes and sees children. He immediately knows his mind and agrees with him with a smile: "yes, yes."

It's already six o'clock. Thinking of the dance in the evening, I don't think I'll eat anything. Now both of them are hungry again, so they went to the neighborhood to have dinner first.

Cui Liji looked through the menu and thought the names of the dishes were very interesting.

Another dish is called delivering charcoal in the snow. He raised his eyebrows and asked Mo Yiran opposite, "sister ran, have you ever eaten delivering charcoal in the snow?"

Yiran smelled the speech and kept looking at the menu. He didn't lift his eyelids. He just shook his head and said carelessly, "it seems to be made of tofu and sea cucumber. It has high nutritional value. Just don't know if this is the way to do it. Just light it."

Cui Liji nodded and said to the waiter next to him, "send charcoal in the snow."

The waiter wrote it down.

After the dishes were served one after another, Mo Yiran looked at them for a long time and finally focused on one dish.

She pulled the corners of her mouth, some unbelievable dialed the dish with chopsticks, and some were speechless: "add some beef to the marshmallow to provide charcoal in the snow? It's too perfunctory."

Cui Liji laughed with a "puff" and handed Mo Yiran chicken soup. She said, "just want to have fun. Just ask again next time."

Mo Yiran nodded, took the small bowl, took a sip, and smiled contentedly, "this chicken soup is good. You can try it, too."

Cui Liji gave a "um" sound, looked at her mobile phone and returned the message to the person at the other end of the mobile phone while Mo Yiran was drinking soup.

"I'm drinking a bowl of soup before dinner. What else do you have to tell me?"

After a while, Cui Liji answered the news in the column of "society, brother Jing".

"It's OK to eat seven minutes full. It's a combination of meat and vegetables. Watch it."

Cui Liji wants to cry without tears.

I ate it for about twenty minutes.

The two chatted from time to time. Cui Liji looked at half of the dishes on the table, put down her chopsticks and asked with a smile, "sister ran, are you full?"

"Well... I'm not hungry. I'll be full in six or seven."

"Then let's not eat, or it won't look good in a dress later."

"OK."

Yiran finally ate a piece of fruit, drank the drink in the goblet, and then wiped the subtle oil stains on the corners of his mouth with a paper towel.

On the way to pick out the dress, Mo Yiran took a look at the mobile phone from time to time. After several times, she found that it was still quiet and frowned. Finally, she turned off the mobile phone impatiently, held her chin in her hand and looked at the night scene of continuous retrogression outside the window.

The eyes are dark.

Cui Liji saw Mo Yiran silent and took out her mobile phone.

After a while, the mobile phone vibrated.

It was Jing Mozhen who sent a message and asked where she was.

"You don't have to wait for me. I'll choose a dress. I'll go straight there later."

Cui Liji quickly knocked a line of words and sent it.

"OK, be careful on the road."

Seeing this, Cui Liji withdrew from the chat interface, took out her headphones and picked an American drama that had been downloaded before to kill time.

I don't know how long it took. The car stopped.

Cui Liji looked out of the window. Seeing that she had arrived, she took away her mobile phone.

As Cui Liji expected, Mo Yiran stopped at a black dress after walking around the store.

Cui Liji's eyes suddenly looked cold. Before Mo Yiran, she quickly walked to the dress and asked the shopping guide to take it down.

Then Cui Liji, who was holding the dress, turned and smiled at Mo Yiran: "I just got the news. Qi He is wearing wine red today. What do you think of me wearing this one? Although most of it is black, the skirt is also mixed with some wine red. I will be more right when I stand with Qi He."

Cui Liji's hand holding the dress was sweating.

Don't have to. She doesn't want to snap at these beautiful dresses with scissors.