President spoils the dark wife

The sky is completely dark. The dark sky is like a monster with a big mouth. It is about to devour everything in the world.

Mo Yiran went home and lost his password.

When he opened the door, the room was dark. Yiran was thinking of calling Jing mowen with the standby machine later. He turned on the light. Suddenly looking back, he found a person sitting on the sofa.

Mo Yiran was startled and took a step back.

But after seeing the man's face, Mo Yiran breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Where have you been?"

The man asked coldly.

Mo Yiran looks at the handsome man sitting on the sofa, supporting his jaw and looking at himself coldly. He seems to be a mountain, tall and dignified, handsome and awe inspiring. He is full of the spirit of killing and cutting, which makes Yiran shiver after only looking at it.

When Jing mowen was angry, it was really scary.

"You really don't know where I'm going?"

Mo Yiran held the snow-white wall and said faintly as she took off her high heels and put on a cotton mop.

Jing mowen could sit here calmly, and asked himself coldly, indicating that he already knew her whereabouts, otherwise he couldn't be so calm.

"Why are you with Cui biejun?" the man looked at the woman's careless appearance and frowned. He held a breath in his heart and couldn't make it out again.

But if Mo Yiran shows any guilt, he will immediately explode in situ.

But Mo Yiran is so cold that he is obviously too lazy to explain.

Can he not be angry?

"Just in time."

Mo Yiran said, and his hands kept moving. He untied the hair rope tied to his hair. The dark and soft black hair was soft and loose, covering half of the woman's cheeks.

"Just in time?"

Jing mowen sneered.

The person who came back to report said that Mo Yiran took the initiative to pull Cui biejun away. His people couldn't catch up. He didn't know where Mo Yiran went and what he did with Cui biejun.

He just felt that now his head was green enough to harvest fried vegetables!

"Your umbrella looks good." Jing mowen glanced at the umbrella in the woman's hand.

Mo Yiran looked at the dripping umbrella in his hand and nodded: "I think it's very nice, too."

With that, Mo Yiran went to the balcony with an umbrella and hung it on the ground.

Jing mowen didn't say anything, but looked at the woman walking around the room with her slender long legs.

The woman went to the kitchen to pour water, and his eyes followed her.

The woman conveniently carried the full garbage bag out, and his eyes followed her.

The woman went to unpack the express she had just received, and he followed her with his eyes.

Until the woman opened the express, frowned, looked at the box with a kind of unusual look, and automatic speaking to herself, "how does this mask pack like pickled mustard tuber"?

He clenched his fist, fiercely stood up from the sofa and walked straight to the door.

People don't even bother to explain. Why should he stay here and humiliate himself?

However, when passing Mo Yiran, the woman suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged the man's waist from behind.

"Where do you want to go?" Mo Yiran's voice was stuffy, with a faint smile.

Clearly know that Jing mowen is angry now, but Mo Yiran still can't help trying to tease him.

"Looking for a woman!"

Jing mowen opened his mouth angrily and looked provocative.

However, the woman was not angered, but smiled and asked, "how many are you going to find?"

"Ninety nine! You're at the bottom!" Jing mowen gnashed his teeth.

He kept himself safe for her. She openly left him and went out to hang out with other men. Where did he put his face?

Although he said at the beginning that no matter what happened, as long as Mo Yiran was happy, even if he kept cutting with other men, he could turn a blind eye as long as he didn't touch the bottom line.

But at this time, he couldn't calm down at all.

As long as I think that I was waiting for Mo Yiran to come back in the wedding dress shop just now, but she left without saying a word. It is even possible that when he waited for her to come back in the dark room, the woman was still talking to other men!

The more he thought, the more angry he became. He pushed away the woman who hugged him. With a cold hum, he turned and left.

As a result, before her hand touched the door handle, the woman had put her hands around his neck from behind, and then jumped on his back.

Feeling the sudden weight, Jing mowen habitually worried that Mo Yiran fell down, and his two hands quickly dragged the woman's legs.

Seeing this, the woman was more happy and hugged the man tightly. She hung on the man's back like a koala. She said softly, "well, don't be angry. I didn't do anything. Really, I swear."

"What's the difference between swearing and eating and sleeping on weekdays? Believe you're a ghost!" Jing mowen was still angry, but Mo Yiran softened his tone, and his coldness dissipated.

"Nothing. You're in such a hurry?"

Jing Mo Wen Leng hum.

Mo Yiran hung on the man's back and said, "I saw an old friend and chased him out in a hurry. I was afraid she would disappear when I went out, so I didn't have time to tell you. As for Cui biejun, I really met him by chance. I didn't have money and mobile phone at that time, cold and hungry..."

Listening to the woman's aggrieved tone, Jing mowen thought of the scene.

Mo Yiran stands alone in the cold rain, hungry and cold.

The man's eyebrows frowned in an instant, some distressed.

"Then why didn't you explain just now? It's interesting to ignore me?"

"Don't I want you to calm down first? I don't want to hear someone yelling as soon as I open my mouth to explain. I don't listen. I don't listen!"

Mo Yiran's exaggerated imitation.

"I'm not a woman. How can I be so unreasonable?"

Jing mowen frowned and felt that Mo Yiran was exaggerating.

"Mo Wen, we have all obtained the certificate. What are you worried about? Am I such a fickle person? Even if I have loved someone before, it's all a thing of the past. I haven't bothered about you and Li jiangshen."

"Li jiangshen and I are innocent." Jing mowen frowned.

"All right, all right, all right!" Mo Yiran rolled his eyes quietly.

Where is a pure relationship between men and women?

Unless there is too much difference between the two sides to look down on each other.

Without Mo Yiran, Li jiangshen and Jing mowen are a perfect match.

"I'm hungry."

Mo Yiran changed the subject and put his chin on the man's generous and warm shoulder.

"Come down, I'll cook for you."

Jing Mo's literary spirit was almost gone, and the whole person was warm.

"Half of the dishes I cooked at noon were left in the refrigerator. Just heat them up."

Mo Yiran finally coaxed the Buddha back, and said with a long sigh of relief.