President spoils the dark wife

"Mo Wen, it's not good to be distracted. You're a little anxious."

Jing mowen was stopped by Qi He before he took a few steps.

"Get out of the way."

Jing mowen frowned slightly.

"You forget that Mo Yiran is about to get married. She is holding her fiance together. What identity do you want to go to her?"

Jing mowen looked at the two people in the distance, clenched his fists, and his joints turned white.

However, although he listened, Jing mowen still didn't stop. He bypassed Qihe and went straight ahead.

Mo Yiran heard footsteps approaching. Somehow, her heart suddenly jumped violently, and a strong uneasiness hit her heart.

Looking sideways, she saw the man who was coming straight to her. Her body suddenly stiffened.

I don't know what it was. She fiercely pushed Han Dao away. Under the puzzled eyes of Han Dao, Jing mowen has come into sight.

"The relationship between Miss Mo and young master Han is so hard to see that Miss Mo pushed her fiance away as soon as she saw someone?"

Jing mowen looked at the two people coldly and said with a sneer.

"I have a good relationship with my fiancee. Mr. Lao Jing doesn't bother."

When Han Dao saw Jing mowen, he recalled the previous restaurant in his mind. Suddenly, his dark eyes burst out with vigilant fire.

While talking, Han Dao seemed to be provoking. He put his hand around Yiran's waist.

"Oh, Ranran, is that so?"

Jing mowen glanced at the hand that Han Dao put on Mo Yiran's waist, but he was eager to chop the salty pig's hoof with a knife.

Yiran's eyes returned to plain. She looked at Shangjing ink with the same calm eyes, and a smile rippled on her lips.

She took Han Dao's arm, bent her eyebrows, smiled and said to Jing mowen, "Mr. Jing, we don't seem to know each other well. You can call me miss mo. also, how I relate to my fiance is our private affair, which has nothing to do with outsiders. It's very hot outside. Let's go first. Please help yourself, Mr. Jing."

Then he took Han Dao's arm and entered the hall.

"Your little lover is so arrogant that he won't save you any face."

Gu Xiu also imitates Chen Yu's call for a little lover and smiles with ulterior motives.

Little lover

Jing mowen gently hooks the corners of his mouth. Junyi's face looks unpredictable. It doesn't seem that he can't accept it.

Because Mo Yiran was not far away from Jing mowen and others, the two sides who successively entered the hall immediately attracted whispers from all sides.

"Isn't that President Jing? Why did you come in one after another with Han Mo? Maybe there will be a good play later."

"The daughter of the Mo family, I used to think that she was gentle and like a little sheep. As a result, she actually stepped on two boats and went out to have an affair with her lover on the eve of her wedding. Ouch, sin!"

"Don't say that, Mo Qianjin, I know. She's really a gentle and good girl. I think it's Jing mowen who bullied others, took a fancy to Mo Qianjin, and then the overlord forced her to bow and threaten her!"

"I think so. Wasn't there a video before? The Mo family Qianjin was dating the Han family childe. As a result, President Jing suddenly ran out to stir up the game. At that time, I saw that the Mo family Qianjin's expression was obviously forced!"

"Yes, yes, who is Jing mowen? The overlord of city a, the woman he likes, let alone those who are about to get married, maybe even those who are already married."

"The Han family childe is so pathetic."

"Yes, yes."

"It should be the cowardly son of the Han family, right?"

In face of the whispering around, Mo Yiran feels as if she hasn't heard it. She holds a champagne glass in her hand, but doesn't drink it.

She can drink well, but after talking to Jing mowen last time, she has a shadow on wine

Yiran stood quietly in a very biased corner. Han Dao was chatting with some peers in the distance. She couldn't get in a word and didn't bother to show her face.

"Why, how long have you been in here and you've been abandoned?"

Facing Jing mowen, Mo Yiran was not surprised, but he was full of vigilance towards him.

"Is Mr. Jing a Pacific policeman? No matter how wide!"

Elam moved aside.

Seeing that the woman was deliberately hiding from herself, Jing mowen didn't consciously leave uninteresting. Instead, he took a step closer to Yiran as if he were a prank, stretched out his hand, grabbed Yiran's waist and pulled her fiercely to himself.

As a precaution, ran fiercely bumped into the man's chest as hard as iron.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? This is a cocktail party, not your home!"