President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran didn't know how long they kissed. Until she felt that she was dying, the man left her lips.

Mo Yi's white face is full of blush, like the intoxicating sunset in summer.

"Ranran, you look good."

Jing mowen smiled and praised with a bad smile. As he spoke, he pinched the woman's plain white chin and pecked rice on her bright red thin lips.

Mo Yiran stretched out her hand around Jing mowen's neck, and the whole person pasted it. She hugged the man tightly and put her chin on the man's broad shoulder.

"I haven't fully reacted yet. I've got the certificate. I'm a married woman."

Mo Yiran leaned against the man's shoulder and spoke softly.

"Don't care so much, just move home and have more people in bed." Jing mowen is more calm than Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran smiled and leaned on the man's shoulder without talking again.

The man has a faint fragrance of Cologne and a little smell of male hormones. Mo Yiran is wrapped in such a tight ring, which makes her intoxicated.

The warm sunlight outside the window fell on Mo Yiran's and man's body. The woman's fragrant ink hair was more fragrant when it was exposed to the sun. It gently stirred Jing mowen's heart.

The years are quiet, which is probably what they look like now.

For a long time, Mo Yiran stood up straight from the man and suddenly found that Jing mowen's clothes looked familiar.

The exquisite cloud embroidery made Mo Yiran instantly recall.

She gave a little surprised "eh".

Jing mowen smiled lightly: "what's the matter?"

Mo Yiran blinked, touched the dress and said, "when you tried on the dress yesterday, I saw a suit of clothes and thought it would look very good if you wear it. But the suit has a owner, and the clerk told me very arrogantly that there can't be a second suit of this dress."

"Ranran, there's nothing impossible here."

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes like a smile, then opened the topic, took the heat preservation box on the table with one hand and said, "what did you bring?"

Yiran got down from Jing mowen's leg and said with a smile, "don't you know when you punch in?"

As he spoke, he went to Jing mowen's office, picked two glasses from the shelf next to a pile of cups, went back to the table, opened the glass bottle he had brought, and poured out the orange juice he had squeezed when he came.

At this time, Jing mowen has put all the dishes in a row, and then looked at Mo Yiran with an admiring eye and said seriously, "Ranran, you're really powerful. I've been thinking about how to make tomatoes and eggs without frying."

Mo Yiran is used to it. Instead of taking the opportunity to satirize Jing mowen, he casually reminds him, "put more oil."

In fact, Mo Yiran didn't expect Jing mowen to become a good husband and father. He was good enough, and he was so busy that he didn't waste time making a meal for her himself.

Mo Yiran's cooking is very light. Even meat dishes can be cooked very light by her.

However, her lightness is not the lightness without taste, but delicious. She doesn't need any heavy taste adjustment to cover up the taste of food itself.

In today's three meat, two vegetables and one soup, except that the braised sea cucumber tastes a little heavier, everything else is very light.

"Ranran, aren't you happy without spicy?"

Jing mowen thought it would be some heavy flavor dishes, but he didn't expect it to be clear and light. It was an unexpected surprise.

He also prefers a lighter diet.

"It's one thing to like to eat, but it's another thing to cook." Mo Yiran put down his chopsticks after eating a piece of beef, took a sip of orange juice and seriously answered Jing mowen's question: "Cooking has heavy oil smoke. If you put pepper, it will taste even more. The skin smoked by oil smoke can't be remedied by any skin care products. Fortunately, you don't eat spicy food and don't have heavy taste."

Mo Yiran smiled and looked at Jing mowen with extraordinarily gentle eyes.

Jing mowen felt the affectionate gaze from Mo Yiran and pulled his eyes.

He won't be bewitched by Mo Yiran's sweet words.

What's the good news? If he doesn't eat spicy food, even if he eats spicy food, Mo Yiran won't make it for him.

Today's meal, Jing mowen guessed that nine times out of ten, Mo Yiran was in a hurry. He couldn't finish it alone, so he brought it to him.

But even so, Jing mowen was happy.

At least Mo Yiran thought of him and didn't do such a careless thing that he couldn't remember him in the trash can.

People should be content.

After dinner, Mo Yiran cleaned up the lunch box, and then he didn't bother Jing mowen to continue his work. He quietly went to the sofa to read a book.

Mo Yiran has to mention that the sofa here is really comfortable.

Sure enough, some things are expensive for a reason.

Jing mowen looked at the woman sitting quietly on the sofa, with an unprecedented peace of mind.

He likes Mo Yiran.

When it is quiet, it is quiet and gentle. When it is noisy, it is completely merciless and decisive.

Like a little wildcat.

Mo Yiran took the book from the bookshelf in Jing mowen's office.

——One hundred years of solitude

Mo Yiran heard Bai Shengyan mention this book before, but he hasn't read it himself.

Mo Yiran still remembers Bai Shengyan's sour evaluation of this world famous work.

"What as like as two peas", "is this the author's gut coming out of the anal canal? What he should do is to check if he has accidentally poured into the bottom of the spicy hot soup. Why do I need to take so many similar names?" The most disliked character! "

"The plot is boring! The content is absurd! There are many characters! The relationship is complex!"

"I believe in the four words of voluminous masterpiece and read such a broken book? The characters in it are more disgusting than eating sea cucumber soaked in the toilet for three days and nights!"

Mo Yiran is not so tough to eat sea cucumbers that have been soaked for three days and nights, so he doesn't understand how disgusting it is.

In short, after the Tsing Sheng tobacco was tucked up, he went to make complaints about the forest in Norway. Even she was still angry and did not know which corner had turned out two antiques.

"Looking for Qin" and "Tianlong Babu"

Then, after a few days, Mo Yiran saw Bai Sheng's cigarette. He couldn't help turning over the hundred years of solitude and watching it again

And this time she didn't think the author was a man without intestines.

After learning about the history of other countries, she excitedly pulled Mo Yiran and said, "the hypocrisy of politicians, the cruelty of rulers, the blind obedience and ignorance of the people are all written incisively and vividly. Ranran, you really should have a look!"