President spoils the dark wife

"Ranran, I take what you just said as a compliment to my intelligence."

Jing mowen has found out Mo Yiran's routine now.

She praised him seriously in a serious way, then he would simply accept it shamelessly.

Sure enough, Mo Yiran's face was like biting a sour peach or finding half a worm in the peach.

However, Mo Yiran is irreplaceable because of her ability to adapt to changes and not be surprised.

Although Jing mowen's abnormal don't face narcissism gave ray a blow, she soon calmed her face, smiled at the man, and said sincerely: "yes, you're very smart, otherwise you won't have today's power."

Other people try to avoid words, so she said it frankly, there is nothing wrong.

"Ranran, do you like my money or power?"

Suddenly, Jing mowen asked a tricky question together.

He just felt that Mo Yiran was too indifferent, but at the same time, he was not indifferent to money and power. He just wanted to ask her.

He won't ask Ranran whether she likes his power or him, because it's worth pondering.

Although Jing mowen still hopes to hear Mo Yiran look at him affectionately and say, "honey, of course I love you most. Even if you have no money and power, I won't leave!"

Well, he's a little daydreaming.

Mo Yiran heard Jing mowen ask this question and didn't flatter, "of course I'm the one you like you", nor did she make a superficial choice between money and power.

But with a leisurely smile, "money and power are everywhere in today's society. I chose you because I like your self-confidence, generosity and calm because of money and power, as well as the way you put down your dignity and pride and lower your precious head to please me."

The long wind in the distance didn't know when to start, with the fragrance of many flowers mixed together in spring, which gently lifted the woman's dark long hair.

She looks like a casual and unruly smile, holding the outline of her cheeks, but her fox like beautiful eyes are full of rare sincerity.

Jing mowen never thought that Mo Yiran would answer so seriously. For a moment, he was stunned.

Yiran looked at the man, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's wine red tie, held his hand into a fist, and pulled the man in front of her, making the man bend down and look at her level.

"What about you, my dear husband, do you like my beauty or youth?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly and her smile was naive and cunning, which was enough to prove that there was a reason why she became a beauty disaster.

Jing mowen looked at the woman close at hand. There seemed to be a hot flame in his heart. It burned slowly and burned silently, making him lose his mind.

Jing mowen knows that this question is actually the same as the one he asked. It is a free proposition.

To answer this question, you need EQ and IQ online.

Therefore, Jing mowen directly applied Mo Yiran's words: "being young and beautiful is not a rare thing. I like your self-confidence, kindness and simplicity because of your beauty and youth."

Of course, Jing mowen clearly knew that the little woman in front of him would not be satisfied just by answering.

Sure enough, the woman looked contemptuously at the tip of her eyebrows: "simplicity?"

Jing Mo Wen's deep eyes sank.

Mo Yiran is a wise woman, but sometimes she is really simple and lovely.

This simple word doesn't mean those who know nothing and are like white paper. Others see you bullying and blocking you all day. You continue to stay with ungrateful people as if nothing had happened the next day.

Indiscriminate, that's stupid.

"Ranran, like you, it's not your beauty and youth, because beauty and youth are everywhere, and there are countless upside down stickers to me. But there are few hearts at first sight. There's no reason, just feel like this person, who has known each other in his previous life. He has never seen it before, but suddenly it's like a spring breeze all night."

The man didn't know when he had turned away from the guest, stood up straight, put his big hand through the woman's hair and grabbed the woman's slender waist.

"Beauty can be a stepping stone, but it is never a sufficient and necessary condition. In this world, no matter what you do, you should finally speak with strength. Confidence is always given by yourself."

Words are romantic, but there is no lack of reality.

What Jing mowen gave Mo Yiran was never just a dream divorced from reality. She also told her that she had these because Mo Yiran was excellent and she deserved them.

Yiran blinked and was praised for a long time. She was a little embarrassed.

She had always been full of confidence. Her eyes smiled and stared at Jing mowen. Her eyes suddenly shifted their eyes and stared at her thin hands with distinct bones. Her face was slightly red.

Jing mowen saw it, took advantage of the victory and pursued it. With one effort, he turned around, and the two changed their positions.

The man pressed the woman on the ancient tree, one arm on the woman's head, the other hand gently picked up the woman's white thin little pointed chin and joked with a smile: "moved?"

Mo Yiran felt the temperature from his chin, his heart trembled fiercely, and subconsciously replied, "don't dare to move."

Jing mowen was stunned, then reacted and laughed happily.

It's so cute.

"Don't laugh!"

Mo Yiran returned to his mind. His face turned red in an instant, and he stretched out his hand to play Jing Mo Wen in anger.

As a result, before he touched the man, he was caught and held in the palm of his hand.

The man stopped laughing and pulled the woman close to him and held her tightly.

"Ranran, it's nice to meet you."

Mo Yiran originally wanted to resist, but when this sentence came out, she had no strength at all.

A faint smile hung on her lips. Her face was tightly attached to the man's chest and felt the powerful heartbeat from the man.

"Why don't you talk? I'm confessing to you affectionately."

Jing mowen sees that the woman in her arms only holds herself tightly, but doesn't reply. She has a little temper.

"I know. Listen."

The woman whispered.

"No response?"

Jing mowen is incredible.

He thought that Mo Yiran was indifferent at most in ordinary times, but at critical times, for example, at such a affectionate and warm moment, how can he say that he had to show a little moved?

Even if you don't cry, at least say I love you or something?

"Response?"

Mo Yiran raised his head, looked at Jing mowen, and said solemnly, "what response do you want? You say love words to me. I'm listening carefully. I'm definitely more serious than I was when I was a student, and I'm very moved."

Jing mowen: "

Alas, the world is not worth it.

Jing mowen wants to cry without tears.

However, Jing mowen was worried and didn't notice the cunning smile on the lips of the woman in his arms.

Then, the breeze blew on her face, and the woman who tilted her head gently tiptoed, and a dragonfly kiss fell on the man's cool thin lips.

Soft and soft, as if sleeping in the forest. Under the sun, the weak willows support the wind, and a rose petal with fog and moisture falls quietly, steadily and impartially on the lips.

Sweet and soft.