President spoils the dark wife

After hearing the speech, the man pursed his thin lips and didn't speak. He just silently pulled Yiran back to the sofa.

The man sat next to the woman, opened the medicine box and took out medical supplies.

"In fact, I just rubbed it. There's no need to be so serious. Just stick a band aid."

Mo Yiran looked at the man seriously disinfecting himself. He felt that Jing mowen was too nervous and smiled.

"What if you are infected? Now this society is very dangerous. Exposing this wound is like taking off your clothes and walking on a street full of hooligans. Any virus infected person who wants to revenge the society cuts his hand and shakes his hand with you. Then you will cry."

Jing mowen was cold and looked as if Mo Yiran owed him hundreds of millions.

Mo Yiran: "

Yiran stopped talking and just sat quietly.

The man beside him is seriously disinfecting his hands. The warm light falls on the man's handsome face. The clear eyelashes are not so curly, but they are very long and slightly hanging, covering his deep and cold eyes, like covered with a layer of hazy yarn, full of mystery and people's desire to explore.

The eyebrow bone is very high, and the dark and thick eyebrows are trimmed carefully, showing a trace of cold sharpness.

The thin red lips, without any radian, are cold and frightening.

Further down, there is a white neck, a slightly raised sexy Adam's apple, a slender and straight clavicle, a flat abdomen and excellent abdominal muscles.

The perfect figure makes people jealous and want to tear him apart.

But the only drawback is that men have some deep and shallow scars.

Mo Yiran looked at one of them and couldn't return to God for a long time.

That scar should have been borne by yourself

The room is very quiet, the needle dropping can be heard, and each other's slow and gentle breathing can be heard.

In the quiet space, a top-quality product is placed in front of you, motionless and silently seducing you.

Gradually, Mo Yiran blushed.

It's so exciting.

"All right."

Suddenly, the man's slightly frowned eyebrows stretched out and said in a low voice.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Mo Yiran's slightly red face. His just unfolded eyebrows frowned again.

He stretched out his hand and put it on Yiran's forehead. "Have a fever? Spring and summer alternate. It's easy to get sick."

Mo Yiran immediately covered his heart and said, "well, it's easy to hurt spring and autumn in this season. Once he is sad, he will be ill."

"Sick? Let's have an early rest today." Jing mowen frowned and said to himself as he cleaned up the medicine box; "I thought you would be tired by plane. I ordered you a lot of food just now. Since you are ill and should have no appetite, I have to try my best to eat more for you."

Mo Yiran: "... In fact, I'm just a little uncomfortable. It doesn't affect my appetite..."

She drank half a cup of milk and half a kiwi fruit this morning. She drank a few drinks, ate a few dishes at noon and drank a few cups of coffee in the afternoon. Her hungry soul was going out of her body.

"Mo Wen, don't you find my hungry hands trembling?" Mo Yiran said wrongfully, and his eyes fell on his hands, "I... what..."

Mo Yiran looked at his right hand wrapped like zongzi and kept pumping from the corners of his eyes.

"Of course you have to wrap it up when you're powdered."

Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran solemnly and thought it strange that Mo Yiran asked.

"But how can I eat when you wrap me up like this?"

Don't frown.

"Use your left hand."

Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran sincerely.

Mo Yiran smoked more from the corners of his eyes.

"So I'm driving?"

"There's a driver."

Mo Yiran looks up at the ceiling and wants to cry without tears. He still doesn't give up. He slowly opens his mouth without any hope: "where's our wedding photo? It's all bandaged hands. Doesn't it affect the beauty very much?"

Jing mowen gently held Mo Yiran's right hand, looked at his achievements with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "it doesn't matter. We can take a group of dead and dead zombies attacking the city."

Mo Yiran cried.

"Ranran, it's not easy for you to take a bath. Let me help you..."

Jing mowen's eyes gave out a strange light. Mo Yiran trembled. He quickly stretched out the white one wrapped like a white steamed bread, and stood between them. He said with a serious face, "no, I'll just take a bath."

"The bathtub is very big. How about mandarin duck bath?"

The man smiled at Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran immediately collapsed: "OK, I'll wash it with you."

Jing mowen: "

How does he feel that Mo Yiran can't help temptation now? The woman was fascinated by his casual smile.

Is he more attractive recently?

Or is mo Yiran's nature exposed?

But soon, Jing mowen understood why Mo Yiran would promise so readily.

"Mo Mo, try harder. Didn't you eat?"

Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran lying in the bathtub with his back exposed. His angry teeth itched.

He pinched Mo Yiran's shoulder and increased his strength. While pinching, he endured his anger and asked with a smile, "are you comfortable, Miss Mo?"

He didn't expect that Mo Yiran threatened him with the first time they were in the hotel, saying that she didn't get out of bed for several days that day and had to make up for it now.

Jing mowen is mad.

He clearly saw this woman walking like stepping on the wind and fire wheel at the door of the sweat steamer that day. What's the matter?

But if he said he didn't believe it, wouldn't he admit in disguise that he didn't have that ability?

Insidious! that 's going too far!

"Well... It's OK, but it's not very professional. The massage is not accurate, little brother..."

Mo Yiran was lying in the bathtub with his right hand outside the bathtub. He was soaking in the milk petal bath. He was very enjoying.

Jing mowen looked at the woman's white skin looming in the milk bath, obliquely hooked her lips, hung her head, leaned close to the woman's ear, and whispered, "Miss, although my massage and kneading skills are not good, I still have another unique skill to ensure that the young lady is comfortable. Do you want to try?"

The man's voice is slightly hoarse, so that people can't say anything to refute.

"Whatever you want..."

Mo Yiran was bewitched and closed his eyes without thinking.

Jing mowen smiled more deeply. His big hand extended into the water along the woman's shoulder blade, and then slowly went up along the woman's slender waist like a dragon in the water.

"Jing Mo Wen!"

Mo Yiran turned back and stared at him fiercely.

As a result, as soon as he looked back, the man's soft lips covered him.

With the freshness of cigars and the smell of male hormones.

Gradually, confused.

The steaming heat is getting stronger and stronger, making the big bathroom like a fairyland.

The sound of water burst out and confused the fog.