President spoils the dark wife

"This suit can't be worn."

Jing mowen looked at the bloody white suit and frowned.

"And a black suit."

Gu Xiu waved, and a maid came with her clothes.

"Mo Wen, I think she will prefer you to wear black. White is not suitable for you."

Gu Xiu took his clothes and said to Jing mowen.

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes and remembered that Mo Yiran had to blush every time he wore a black shirt.

Smile knowingly and nod.

Outside the house is lively, and the villa is still quiet and desolate.

Jingmo really stretched out his hand and smiled: "little brother."

Cui Liji stretched out her hand and smiled: "little sister."

The two children looked back when they heard the speech. They were shocked to see the two people laughing very falsely. They cried "every ~" and then "wow", and cried more fiercely.

Cui Liji and Jing mo were really shocked.

Mo Yiran looks at the two people opposite her eyes and knows that they are here to help themselves solve their problems. A touch of cunning passes through her smart eyes. She picks up the little girl in front of Cui Liji, puts it in front of Jing Mozhen, and pushes the boy in front of Cui Liji.

In an instant, the two children calmed down, stopped tears at the same time, put out a small hand with a shy face and pulled the corners of their clothes.

Crisp opening, shouting.

"You look good, little brother."

"Little sister, you are so beautiful."

Cui Liji and Jing mo were stunned and looked at Mo Yiran with admiration.

She gently hooks her lips with dye. The same sex repels each other and the opposite sex attracts each other.

"The two children guess that they can't find their mother. We'll take them away. What should we do? You, sister-in-law and sister-in-law."

Jingmo Zhen holds the little girl in her arms and smiles at Mo Yiran.

Yiran glanced at Jingmo and smiled, "good boy."

Cui Liji watched and thought.

The king's move is fatal.

"Sister, hold hands every year!"

Suddenly, the little boy looked at the little girl next to him being held in his arms, but he didn't even hold his hand. He was angry and shouted at Cui Liji.

Cui Liji took a swipe at her mouth. This child has a bad temper and learns from anyone.

But in order not to affect Jing mowen's affairs, she kindly extended her hand and held the little boy.

"Hold!"

The little boy held hands and was dissatisfied.

be insatiable!

Cui Liji was almost angry to death. She was too lazy to accept it. She casually dumped a sentence: "hold your second uncle."

"Wow!" the boy burst into tears from the blue, turned his head, wiped his tears and rushed into Mo Yiran's arms: "big sister!"

Yiran sees a baby pounce on her face and is caught off guard and hugged.

"Well, well, don't cry, don't cry."

Mo Yiran patted the child on the back helplessly, thinking that she was a scourge since childhood. Can she find a girlfriend in the future?

It's really worrying.

Cui Liji frowned when she saw that she couldn't control her temper for a moment. Then she opened her mouth as if nothing had happened and said, "did you hear any sound in the backyard?"

"I seem to hear someone shouting, every year."

Jingmo is really cooperative.

"Really?"

Yi Ran blinked. "Then go and have a look. The mother should be very worried if she can't find her child."

"Sister ran, I think the child should die now. Go with us in your arms."

Cui Liji said.

Yiran looked at her baby in her arms and sighed, "OK."

Cui Liji and Jing Mo really looked at each other and smiled.

success.

"Is it snowing?"

Before Yiran reached the back door, he saw the snowflakes flying outside through the huge French window and was stunned.

"It's April on earth in the south. It's snowing in the sky. There must be something romantic. Sister ran, go."

Cui Liji smiled and patted Mo Yiran on the shoulder, took the child from Mo Yiran's arms, held it in her arms and said to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran looked at Cui Liji deeply, and then turned around and opened the back door.

With the appearance of Mo Yiran, the red rose petals also fell down through the branches of the trees with the snowflakes.

Two neat rows of Kongming lamps were placed on both sides of the road. At this time, they were slowly rising to the dark sky.

A soothing Symphony sounded slowly.

Yi Ran opened her lips slightly. Although she was ready, it was still hard to hide her surprise.

She walked slowly down the path with her skirt in her heart.

When she was halfway there, a warm yellow light suddenly lit up in the dark Pavilion in front of her.

Until then, Mo Yiran finally saw the people in the pavilion.

The man is tall, as always, wearing a dark suit and a straight posture, like a steel needle on his back.

He just stood quietly in the pavilion and looked at himself. Yiran didn't know how long he had been standing here. He just stood and watched her open the door. He was surprised and came slowly with a smile step by step.

Jing mowen held her favorite red roses in her arms, a big bunch, delicate and beautiful.

The man's deep eyebrows and eyes are hidden with tenderness, and his red thin lips are slightly pursed. He lifts his step, comes out of the pavilion and slowly comes to Mo Yiran.

Every step was extremely calm, without any reluctance or hesitation.

One hand, one foot, proud and natural.

The guests were attracted by music and kongmingdeng from the front door to the backyard. When Lu continued to gather around, Jing mowen walked to Mo Yiran and knelt down on one knee.

"God, propose!"

"Wow, it's so romantic!"

"Isn't that Jing Mo Wen? That big ice cube is so romantic. This woman is too lucky."

"I suddenly want to fall in love."

……

Everyone whispered, while the younger girl excitedly pulled her companion's arm and looked excited.

"Ranran, marry me."

The man opened the small dark red velvet box in his hand and held it up to Mo Yiran.

His eyes were warm and warm.

In the velvet box, a diamond ring lay quietly.

Mo Yiran can't hear anything. At this moment, she can only hear Jing mowen's voice.

Low, warm, sinking.

She pursed her lips with dye, and her mood was out of control.

One hand covered his mouth to avoid losing control and crying.

I thought something had happened to Jing mowen, but now the man is in front of her.

Jing mowen looked at the woman in front of her. She was dressed in a pure white dress, wearing a crown, decorated with flowers and snow.

She faces the bouquet, her body is slim, her black hair is like satin, she wears a white skirt, and the flowers shine brightly.

She just stood quietly. Under the light of the fire, her face was as beautiful as jade, like a new moon haloing, flowers and trees piling snow. It was beautiful and elegant.

Jing mowen's heart is filled with emotion. This woman belongs to him.

From now on, take his last name and crown her name.

"Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!"

Some onlookers finally recovered from the romance and cheered one after another.

Yiran looks down at Jing Mo Wen, and her sight is a little blurred.

"OK."

The voice was slightly choked, but it was very firm.

Jing mowen's tight body was completely relaxed by Mo Yiran's "good".

He was so happy that he couldn't feel the pain of being shot.

The man's tight thin lips rose slightly and his smile deepened gradually.

Yiran's hand was held by the man, and the cool ring was fixed at the top along the woman's slender finger, steady, not big or small, just right.

Mo Yiran hugged Jing mowen tightly and wrapped her in warmth.

Not far away, Gu Xiu snapped his fingers when he saw that it had been done.

All the fireflies trapped in the bag for a long time flew out.

Many, many, many people feel that it is too unreal. Unreal is like, this is not the world.