President spoils the dark wife

"Oh, it's important to announce the relationship before it comes back. Mo Wen, there's nothing worth your nostalgia for such a big king family?"

Mrs. Jing glanced at Jing Mo Wen unhappily, but there was no sadness in the old man's eyes.

In the early years, Jing mowen moved out of Jing's house because of his mother. At that time, old lady Jing was often sad about this and worried about the misfortune of the family.

But later, after a long time, the old man got used to it. When he looked at it, he didn't feel much.

And she has a company as big as Jing's to manage. She has no time to hurt spring and autumn.

Jing mowen smiled and didn't say much. He just walked to Mo Yiran and said to the crowd: "since Grandpa and dad haven't finished the chess game, we'll have dinner later. Ranran came to Jing's house several times. They were in a hurry and didn't have a chance to take her to have a good look."

The man's face was calm. He smiled apologetically at Qi Baiyu and Mrs. Jing: "I'll take Ranran around first, aunt Qi. Please accompany me more, my restless and childlike grandmother."

"Oh, no, little rabbit, how can you talk to your grandmother!"

Old Mrs. Jing was unhappy and wanted to say something. Qi Baiyu had already held her and said to Jing mowen, "go, go, I'll talk with your grandmother. I won't disturb you."

Jing mowen nodded and stretched out his hand to hold the shoulder of the woman beside him.

Yiran leans against Jing mowen's arms and can feel the light laughter of the man above her head.

After taking a few steps, Jing mowen suddenly stopped, looked back at Cui Liji, who had just shouted hungry, then looked sideways at Jing Mozhen and said, "Jing Mozhen, take Li Ji to have some snacks. When she was hungry, her brothers should come to the door."

The words fell, leaving the stunned people, and he took Yiran and left as if nothing had happened.

Cui Liji and Jing Mo really haven't recovered, and their surprised eyes don't blink.

Does Jing mowen care about people now?

Oh, my God.

Besides, he still cares about people other than Mo Yiran, and takes the initiative to talk to Jing Mozhen.

Not a reprimand.

God, God, the power of love is simply great and heinous.

The others were stunned, but Mo Yiran didn't respond.

Just smelling the clear tobacco smell with some mint smell on the man, he frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched the man's arm, and whispered in an unhappy voice: "smoke again?"

Mo Yiran's strength is not small. Jing mowen might as well be pinched. His face changes slightly, but he still forces himself to be calm and admit his mistake in a deep voice: "well, I admit my mistake. Ranran, you do it gently. It hurts."

"You think my nose is a decoration when I know it hurts and smoke?"

Yiran glared at him.

Jing mowen didn't reply. He just smiled with his thin lips. His hand holding the woman's shoulder was deeper, as if he wanted to rub the woman into his body.

Jingjia courtyard is very large. Usually, they drive in and out.

But today, I took Mo Yiran around. I didn't take a car. I just walked around at will.

"Ranran, do you like to rely on the mountain or the sea? In the future, you have to like all our homes. I have no opinion."

Two people strolled along a long corridor in the garden. The snow-white locust flowers fell to the ground and were blown by the wind with a faint fragrance.

Jing mowen asked Mo Yiran's opinion.

"I think it's very convenient in the city." Yiran answered without thinking.

In fact, she is a lazy person. She doesn't like to waste time, especially on a boring journey.

"Is the city too noisy?" Jing Mo Wen frowned slightly.

What he thought was that the city was too noisy and convenient.

Isn't it convenient for Bai Sheng to smoke Cui Liji or something?

Before getting married, Mo Yiran lived alone. He went ten times and met Bai Shengyan seven or eight times. After that, if Ranran gets married and gets pregnant one day, does Bai Shengyan's godmother have to come to the door every day?

Ranran is happy and asks Bai Shengyan to stay. Is he still alive as a husband?

No, absolutely not.

He finally got married. There is a reason to get rid of Baisheng smoke. He doesn't want to get married and be kicked out of the house.

Jing mowen thought hard and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He said, "Ranran, otherwise, don't have any fixed residence. Anyway, whether it's on the mountain, on the sea or in the urban area, there are houses. We just live casually according to our mood."

Jing mowen thinks his plan is very good. He doesn't have a fixed residence. Bai Shengyan has to find a house for some time. After a long time, he doesn't have the patience to guess. Naturally, there are fewer contacts.

splendid.

"Trouble."

Frown with dye.

Jing mowen: "

"Those who depend on the mountain and the sea will think about it when we are old. Your house is so biased that you sincerely want me to be a housewife?"

Yiran looked up and looked at Jing mowen lightly.

"Why is it a housewife? Of course, it's a leisurely young grandmother. There are housekeepers in finance, cooks in cooking, and servants in the house. You just need to do what you like."

"It sounds beautiful, but in this case, isn't my existence worthless?"

"The company is open. You can do whatever you want."

Jing Mo Wen smiles.

"How can I meet you?"

Mo Yiran's crow's feet are all out.

"Fate." Jing Mo Wen answered calmly.

"By the way, what do you want me to see when you bring me out? I know your family is in a big trend, but it seems that you still see these buildings. I haven't lived here. At most, when I see them, I will sigh a little that it's good to have money, but I really don't have any feelings here. How long will you take me?"

Mo Yiran spoke his mind very frankly.

Jing mowen was not angry either. He just joked and said, "Ranran, I'll be very sad if you say so."

But there was no trace of sadness on the man's face.

Mo Yiran pulls out the corners of his eyes. Knowing that he has asked for nothing, he simply stops doing some useless work and continues to follow Jing mowen.

It's still a little cool in April, but the sun in the sky is warm and warm.

The intoxicating fragrance of flowers in the air floated and sank. Yiran followed Jing mowen to an ancient tree and stopped.

"Ranran, in the past 29 years, you have not participated in and understood my life. In the future, we will always be together. Therefore, I want you to know more about me."

Jing mowen stood under the tree, Gazing affectionately at Yiran.

Yiran looked at the man. His quiet face was calm, his thin lips were slightly open, and his face was sincere and simple: "ink, I don't think you're a difficult person to understand. You're cold and gloomy, selfish, and the city is dark."

Jing mowen: "

Is he marrying a wife or giving himself trouble?