President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yi was caught in the car with white smoke. She looked at the man standing alone in front of the convenience store through the glass window. Suddenly, she felt like a conscience. She stretched out her hand and gently pulled her sleeve and said, "are we going too far and leave him alone to face the danger?"

When Bai Shengyan heard the speech, he glanced at Mo Yiran with a little panic. "Are you crazy? When did you become so compassionate? Or did you look good and reluctant? How sad would Jing mowen be if he knew?"

Mo Yiran smelled the speech, turned his head and showed Bai Shengyan a warm and kind smile like spring: "ah Yan, you always care about the difficulty and sadness of my ink. What do you do? Does Yan binwei know that his good friends who love and kill each other are always remembered by you?"

"Ranran, don't worry. Yanbinwei knows."

Mo Yi Ran Mei's eyes, turned his head, took out his mobile phone and called.

She can't be angry with Baisheng. In addition to making money, the most important thing in this woman's mind is how to be elegant and generous.

A war of words with her is tantamount to digging a hole and jumping by yourself. You can't climb out and laugh by yourself.

Mo Yiran turns on his cell phone and calls Jing mowen.

She wants to tell him that she almost died just now

However, just after dialing the phone, Mo Yiran regretted it again.

Jing mowen must be very busy now. What if he says that he is worried about affecting his working mood?

After hesitating, Mo Yiran still didn't hang up.

I'll comfort him later. Let's say that the classmate party is over and report peace.

However, after the phone rang a few times, a mechanical female voice suddenly sounded: "sorry, the user you dialed can't connect for the time being, please..."

Mo Yiran blinked and looked at the mobile phone.

"What's the matter? Lost, which woman answered the phone?"

Bai Shengyan was typing with his mobile phone. He glanced at Mo Yiran lightly and said faintly.

"No, but it's almost that level. He hung up on me."

Mo Yiran's side head, frown, a pair of beautiful eyes lit up anger.

"Ah Yan, I tell you, Jing mowen will die tonight."

Mo Yiran turned off his mobile phone with a smile, and broke his fingers gracefully to make a penetrating creak.

Bai Shengyan observed a moment of silence for Jing mowen for three seconds, and then continued to send her e-mail.

At the same time, in a European villa, a man in a black shirt was sitting on a leather sofa. He put his just hung up mobile phone back into his suit pocket, then looked up and looked at the person opposite.

The man's eyes are winding, half closed and half open, with a lighter in his hand and lazy eyes.

"Mr. Dongfang, I've heard a lot."

Jing mowen smiled at the man wearing a Tibetan green shirt opposite and said faintly.

Back in the city center, Mo Yiran changed back into high-heeled shoes. She got out of the car and waved to the Baisheng smoke on the car: "let's go. I'm fine. Don't worry. The gun didn't kill me just now. Can I still be hit by a meteorite at home?"

"You... Really..."

Bai Shengyan was worried about Mo Yiran, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard Mo Yiran say so.

She shook her head reluctantly and then said to Mo Yiran, "well, by the way, don't contact me recently. Yan binwei and I may have to go abroad."

"Going abroad? What happened?"

Don't frown with dyed eyebrows and worry about white smoke.

"No, Yan binwei is not busy at work recently. I'm fine too. I just want to go out together. You know the world of two."

Bai Shengyan smiles at Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran laughed with a "puff" and made a helpless look. He sighed, "come on, it's really the sour smell of love. Are you old husband and wife?"

"Small sentiment."

"I see. I forget my friends when I see them."

Mo Yiran turned his head and said, "let's go. Let's go. We're tired of talking to you."

"Bye." Bai Shengyan waved to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran smiled "Hmm" and shouted to the already driven car, "send me a message when you get home!"

"I see! Wordy little old lady!"

Bai Shengyan answered loudly.

It's a little untidy.

Mo Yiran smiled and turned back.

Out of the elevator, Mo Yiran is twisting his sore neck.

Her slender hand stroked the white jade neck and gently pressed it. Her hair was soft and cool across her skin.

Turning a corner, Mo Yiran looked up and saw a woman at the door of his house.

With disheveled hair, he was wandering and looked at the door from time to time.

"Hello! Who are you?"

Don't open your mouth with a cold voice.

The woman turned her head fiercely when she heard the voice, and a surprise crossed her haggard face.

Mo Yiran frowned deeper when she saw the woman's face. She said coldly, "what are you doing here?"

When Wang Shuyu saw Mo Yiran, the sudden surprise on his face turned into anger. He took a few fierce steps up to Mo Yiran and raised his hand to fight him.

Mo Yiran seemed to have expected it long ago. With a sneer, she turned sideways and avoided it easily.

When Wang Shuyu saw that a slap failed, he was a little angry. He turned his back and wanted to wave another slap.

However, Mo Yiran was also annoyed this time.

Too rampant!

She raised her hand fiercely and grabbed Wang Shuyu's wrist as hard as catching Baisheng smoke falling off the cliff.

Wang Shuyu didn't expect that Mo Yiran, who was thin and weak, had such great strength.

She wanted to break free, but she couldn't break free anyway.

She was a little annoyed: "Mo Yiran!"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

Mo Yiran looked coldly at the woman in front of her.

"How did you get up? Are the security guards dead?"

The woman's voice was not big, but it was cold. Every word was loud, as if it had great power.

"I'm your mother! Why can't I come up?"

Wang Shuyu roared.

"Mom?"

Mo Yiran couldn't stop laughing as if she had heard some funny joke.

Then, she suddenly closed her smile and her eyebrows were full of Yin: "my mother doesn't know how she was killed by you, Wang Shuyu, can you order a face!"

"I..."

Wang Shuyu's haggard face was instantly pale. Her pale and slightly cracked lips trembled and could not speak.

"If you come to ask for money, give up as soon as possible. I didn't give you enough money for food and clothing. Of course, if you don't gamble."

Mo Yiran threw Wang Shuyu's hand away and walked to the door with a cold face.

"Mo Yiran! My daughter is not dead, is she? Tell me!"

The woman behind her tore her heart and lungs.

Mo Yiran stopped when she was about to enter the password.

"Would you please tell me the news about Yutong? Please, Yiran... I really... Miss her very, very much..."

Mo Yiran slowly turned his head.

Mo Yiran has never seen such a Wang Shuyu.

No longer bossy, no longer arrogant, no longer unreasonable.

Even when the Mo family went bankrupt, she didn't show such a look.

Mournful, sad, desperate