President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran is carried into the room by Jing mowen. She tilts her head and still ignores Jing mowen.

The man gently put the woman on the sofa, knelt on one knee, gently grabbed the woman's hand and held it in the palm of his hand. He looked up and looked at the woman funny: "you look like a puffer fish now."

Mo Yiran's face turned black in an instant.

Although the man in front of her was naked, and those beautiful muscle lines were shameful and overbearing seducing Mo Yiran, she was selectively blind, didn't look at it, and was still angry.

"You didn't say that before. You said I was beautiful. Now I have become a puffer fish before I get married. When I get married, I can't become a small fragrant pig?"

Don't roll your eyes with anger.

Jing mowen was teased by the woman and smiled helplessly. He gently held the woman's hand and suddenly felt that something was wrong with the touch. When he saw it, he found that the woman's white and delicate hand was scratched and bleeding at the moment.

Crimson crimson.

The man frowned in an instant.

Got up, went to the landline and called the front desk to send medical supplies.

Then he came back and continued to kneel in front of Mo Yiran on one knee, holding the woman's hand and watching.

Distressed eyes, followed by a thoughtful eyebrow.

His strength was really great just now, but the ground outside was covered with carpets. How could he rub and bleed?

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.

Sure enough, there was a new discovery.

The area of these bruises is a little large, and they are not new injuries. They are scabby scars, because they were broken when they fell just now.

"What's going on?"

Jing mowen's face sank.

There was no wound two days ago, that is to say, it was just done today.

"You pushed it."

Mo Yiran knows that Jing mowen sees it, but now she suddenly doesn't want to tell Jing mowen what happened at the classmate party this day.

"Ran Ran."

The man's eyes were burning, dark and deep, as if he could see everything.

He gently called the woman in a gentle tone, but with an authority that could not be resisted.

Mo Yiran pursed her lips, didn't speak, and even avoided the man's sight.

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Yiran for a while. Seeing what she didn't say, he smiled: "Ran Ran, you know, if I want to know what happened, I have 10000 ways."

The man's confidence makes Mo Yiran pick his eyebrow slightly.

"Then use your 10000 methods." Mo Yiran looked at Jing Mo Wen without fear.

From the beginning of meeting, it was not afraid of scenery ink.

Many people say Jing Mo Wen is terrible.

But Mo Yiran is not afraid of him.

This is probably what attracts Jing Mo Wen.

"Of course, I don't know how I feel after you use all those 10000 methods. You know, women's mood becomes more and more. If they are in a bad mood, they are easy to do some impulsive things. For example, whether they are married or not..."

Before Mo Yiran finished her threatening words, Jing mowen had already crushed her on the sofa.

However, this time, Jing mowen didn't kiss directly like before, but simply pressed the woman.

The slender finger gently pinched the dyed chin and said, "what's the matter? I wronged you when I married the perfect, dream lover of hundreds of millions of girls?"

Mo Yiran put her hand around the man's neck, blinked her big bright eyes, raised her head slightly, pecked on the man's thin lips, and swept the man's tall bridge of nose with soft and warped eyelashes.

The woman's warm breath spits out on the man's neck and smiles, "what's the matter? I'm a rich and beautiful woman. I can't ride a donkey and look for a horse?"

"Ranran, you have a way of swearing now."

Jing mowen squinted dangerously.

"I learned from you."

Mo Yiran proudly hooked his lips.

"Come on, what has happened today? Your face is not very good. You have a lot of makeup."

Yiran was stunned when she heard the speech. Unexpectedly, Jing mowen observed it.

"In fact, it's nothing, just a few romantic encounters..."

"Love affair?"

Jing mowen's smile deepened. He looked at Mo Yiran's hair on end.

Mo Yiran looked at Jing mowen and thought it was interesting. He was not afraid of death. Then he said, "yes, if he wasn't going to marry you, I think these romantic encounters might really develop."

"Do you still want to develop?"

Jing mowen's deep eyes were cold, but his smile still hung on his face. He stretched out his hand like a smile and gently followed the woman's forehead to the back of her soft ink hair.

Yiran raised her head and slightly hooked her lips: "it's not impossible to fall in love under the new year."

"Old cattle eat tender grass?"

"Isn't it you?"

Jing mowen didn't want to listen to this mouth anymore. Besides, he leaned over and kissed those who didn't like it.

Mo Yiran hugged Jing mowen back. All the derogatory words, love words and cruel words were melted into this touching deep kiss.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, Mo Yiran frowned and took a breath.

"What's the matter?" Jing mowen was suddenly nervous.

"My hand hurts..."

The woman frowned and felt wronged.

I kissed so hard just now that I forgot to wipe the gun on my hand.

The injury was accidentally rubbed on the ground when Jing Yu suddenly came to put her down after the jacket man shot himself during the day.

The ground in that yard will not be covered with high-grade carpets like this luxurious hotel, for fear that a pregnant woman will knock them and die.

In order to match the mood between mountains and forests, the floor tiles paved on the ground should be sharp.

Mo Yiran scraped a large piece of skin.

I was pushed by Jing mowen just now, and the scar that had not healed for a long time was worn away on the ground. Now it hurts badly.

Hot.

As soon as Mo Yiran's voice fell, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Ranran, wait a minute."

Jing mowen got up and left.

Mo Yiran sat on the sofa and waited. After a while, Jing mowen came back with a medicine box.

The man put the medicine box on the table, then came over, pulled Mo Yiran up and went to the bathroom.

Men's hands are much bigger than Mo Yiran, warm and soft.

When he got to the bathroom, Jing mowen boiled the water, stretched out his hand and tried the water temperature. After the hot water, he took the woman's hand and washed it underwater.

"Your scratch is not small. Why didn't you deal with it during the day?"

The man asked with a frown as he washed the scratch carefully.

"I forgot."

Mo Yiran answered truthfully.

She really forgot.

At that time, the situation was dangerous and life was not guaranteed. Who cares about this small scratch?

Later, I wanted to go back and deal with it simply, but I met Wang Shuyu again. Then I quickly changed my clothes and went to find yuan Nuo.

When she came home again from outside, she was very tired. She couldn't get up after lying on the sofa. Where do you remember to deal with such small things as bruises?