President spoils the dark wife

The sky was dark, and it was raining more and more heavily. The black skirt splashed mud because it accidentally stepped on a puddle.

Mo Yiran left a little dejected.

She didn't understand what went wrong and why Mo Qing developed such a strange temperament and unique hobby.

Normally, at Mo Qing's age, even if she doesn't like beautiful girls of the same age, she can't like boys of the same age. For example, Jing Mo is really something. Now Mo Yiran can bear it.

But why is it Yu Na?

I've only seen that little girls like mature uncles. It's rare for little boys to like big sisters. Oh, no, it's aunts

What's all this?

Mo Yiran glanced back. Mo Qing didn't follow.

Don't you know how to face her?

Don't smile bitterly.

OK, wait until he calms down for a while.

Mo Yi ran out of the alley and suddenly saw the drugstore across the road. She suddenly recalled that she went to dinner with Jing mowen a few months ago, and then met Mo Qing and Yu Na in the mall.

At that time, Mo Qing was carrying a medicine bag in her hand. At that time, she wondered when Mo Qing had a stomach disease? Isn't he always healthy?

Originally, it was bought for Yu Na.

If I had stayed there longer with Jing mowen, I might have found out about Mo Qing and Yu Na earlier, and then stopped it in time to avoid further deterioration.

But now, looking at two people like that, it's probably done.

Sin!

If Grandpa and grandma knew about it, they would have to twitch angrily?

Mo Yiran always thinks he is a very open-minded person and can accept any love.

Whether you are Twilight love, homosexuality, or human animal love, she thinks that love is really great.

Until today, this kind of thing really happened to her lovely brother. Mo Yiran couldn't sit still.

That's ridiculous!

Even other women, why is it Yu Na?

Mo Yiran just hopes that Mo Qing is too young to be sensible and plays temporarily because of lack of love in her childhood. Don't be serious

How else should she tell her dead ancestors

Mo Yiran walked back. She walked aimlessly and her mood was complex.

The pedestrians on the roadside were in a hurry because of the rain. Mo Yiran felt his empty pocket and was in a panic for the first time.

How do I get back?

You can't call a car without a cell phone.

The sky gradually darkened, and the colorful neon lights lit up one after another, which gave color to the gray city.

It was already cold in the spring night. In addition, it rained. The whistling wind and the rain would fly to the back of the hands exposed to the air from time to time. It was even colder.

Mo Yiran wants to borrow a mobile phone to call Jing mowen, but she suddenly remembers that she can't remember Jing mowen's mobile phone number.

What sad news.

The woman sighed helplessly. She sat on a chair in a bus booth and had a short rest.

Just received the umbrella, but suddenly saw a car parked in front of him.

"Miss Mo, do you need a ride?"

The window rolled down and Cui biejun's warm face showed up.

It was raining more and more in the sky. The woman was as white as a white man. Her skin was getting paler and paler by the cold wind. Her deep eyes and tall nose showed a trace of exotic against the pale complexion without blood color.

Her red thin lips gently pulled and smiled, "OK."

Sitting in the warm car, Mo Yiran rubbed her cold hands. She felt that she would die if she stood outside for a while.

"Coffee, bought just now, hasn't opened yet."

The man's voice is still gentle, can not hear happiness and anger, but very ordinary care, without any ambiguous color.

Mo Yiran looked at the coffee cup in front of him, slightly stunned, looked at the man's handsome but slightly pale face, and slightly opened his lips.

Finally, she smiled at the man and took the coffee: "thank you."

Cui biejun smiled and nodded, then turned his head and started the car.

Mo Yiran didn't want to drink.

She remained vigilant.

But gradually, with the two chatting from time to time, Mo Yiran's vigilance was also relieved.

I couldn't help the cold. After a drink, I was warm in an instant.

She sat quietly, looking at the traffic lights in front of her.

The bright red color stabbed Mo Yiran's eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly and calmed down.

She recalled what Mo Qing had just said.

——At that time, you were covered with blood. I took you away. Now think about it. At that time, you were so brave that you were not afraid of whether you were a bad person.

Mo Yiran frowned and felt uneasy.

Yu Na's profession is a model, not a killer. Why did she appear in the alley full of blood?

Why did Mo Qing appear in such a remote place?

How did he take the bloody Yu Na away from the crowded street?

Mo Yiran is still making various guesses, but Cui biejun suddenly opens his mouth.

"Miss Mo, I haven't asked you. Are you a hybrid?"

Cui said goodbye to the king and looked at the woman.

Looking from the side, the bridge of the woman's nose is higher and higher, her long and narrow eyes are like a fox, and her skin color is too white.

It's not the white skin of a small part of Asia, which is as warm and moist as white jade. It's not dyed white. It's cold white and secluded, giving people a cold feeling.

In my memory, there is also an acquaintance like this, but that person has Russian descent.

"No, native Asians."

The woman seemed to have been used to such questions for a long time, and answered calmly.

"I've been in the United States for a few years, but I won't change my face."

Don't smile.

Cui biejun also hooked his lips, "I'm abrupt, but it's not uncommon for Asians to have such a three-dimensional appearance."

"Isn't there a lot in Xinjiang?" Mo Yiran looked back, and then seemed to think of something. There was a trace of irony in his smile, "or came out of the same cosmetic hospital."

Cui biejun: "

"Miss Mo is always so funny."

Time always seems to pass quickly when chatting.

Mo Yiran thought it would be very painful along the way, but he didn't expect it to be surprisingly relaxed and natural.

Before I treated Cui biejun, I seemed to wear colored glasses.

This man is actually pretty good.

Mo Yiran asked Cui biejun to send him to his apartment.

After getting off the bus, Mo Yiran thanked Cui biejun again.

"Miss Mo, you have thanked me more than ten times today. I'm under pressure."

Cui biejun smiled and joked.

Mo Yiran was embarrassed. She lifted her hair in some embarrassment and stood in place. She didn't know what to say.

"Miss Mo, in fact, you don't have to think I can help you a lot. It's just a small thing. Besides, you take care of my sister-in-law on weekdays. Now as a brother, I naturally want to thank you more for her."

Cui biejun didn't say it was OK. Mo Yiran was even more embarrassed when Cui biejun mentioned it.

In fact, she really didn't take care of Cui Liji much.

On the contrary, Cui Liji always boos her cold and warm

Mo Yiran was embarrassed to stay any longer, hurriedly thanked the man again, said "be careful on the road" and left.

The road was slippery in rainy days. The woman took a few steps, her foot slipped and almost fell.

Cui biejun couldn't help laughing.

Mo Yiran listened to the forbearing laughter behind him. His face was red and his ears were red. He was embarrassed. His steps became more and more urgent.