President spoils the dark wife

"Try roasted duck skin with duck caviar. The best 8 ingredients from roast duck are rich and delicate taste, salty roe roe, crispy duck skin, and stacked together."

Jing mowen picked up a piece of duck from a square porcelain plate and fed it to Yiran's lips.

Mo Yiran looked at the slightly greasy meat and smoked the corners of his eyes.

This big night, sin

The head tilted and avoided the roast duck.

"Just clip me the decorative cucumber next to you."

Mo Yiran looks at the cucumber carved into a flower on the plate of roast duck and his eyes shine.

"Open your mouth and eat."

Jing mowen ignored Mo Yiran, but said in a tough tone.

"No, it's not good to wear a wedding dress when you're fat."

Mo Yiran is also tough.

"Who just said that the hungry soul went out of the body and his hands trembled?"

I didn't expect you to order such greasy things at night

What's all this?

Roast duck, Dongpo meat, sweet and sour ribs, Buddha jumping over the wall, kelp pig's hoof soup

Well, Mo Yiran admits that Chinese food is very delicious, but is it too greasy?

She thought it would be better to have some porridge and some fruit.

"Ranran, your hands are inconvenient now. I have to eat these days. How long do you think you can hide?"

Jing mowen seems to smile.

Well, Jing mowen admits that Mo Yiran's figure is perfect, but he is really too thin. Although he is very thin, the butterfly bone on his back makes him panic.

If you grow a few kilograms of meat, it's also good.

Mo Yiran looked at his tightly wrapped hand and frowned slightly. Then he looked up as if nothing had happened and said to Jing mowen, "take a bite first, and I'll eat it if you eat it."

"I don't eat it. The amount of fat is terrible. You didn't make it. I'm crazy and have to force myself to eat it?"

Jing Mo Wen subconsciously replied that as soon as the voice fell, his face couldn't hang up.

Looking sideways, Mo Yiran looks at himself with a strange smile on his face. Jing mowen is helpless.

Well, it seems a little exposed.

His usual three meals are strictly controlled by nutritionists, which makes his body maintain the most perfect state.

Occasionally Mo Yiran would cook a meal for him on a whim. She didn't eat much herself, so she watched him eat.

In fact, he refused in his heart, but Mo Yiran worked hard to cook. He had to eat more.

Don't dye. It's not easy in the kitchen next time.

"Jing mowen, don't pretend either of us. Neither of us likes to eat. Why cheat each other? Let's eat tomatoes together next time. It's a waste."

Mo Yiran smiles with her eyebrows.

Jing mowen finally couldn't resist Mo Yiran, silently put the evil roast duck back on the plate, and then silently filled a bowl of white porridge.

"More porridge soup, half a spoonful of rice."

Mo Yiran's eyes stared at Jing Mo Wen's hand.

Jingmo Wensheng's hand shook.

"Ranran, I don't know how you live to this day. You don't eat anything."

Jing mowen said while feeding Mo Yiran porridge, "that's not right. I remember you liked hot pot a few months ago."

Yiran drank the porridge in the porridge spoon, swallowed it and said, "who said I like hot pot? I was just greedy at that time, and I remember eating two pieces of fat cattle and a piece of shrimp slip, and then eating vegetarian vegetables for a while. Maybe it was because I ate slowly. You think I ate a lot."

Mo Yiran thought about it thoughtfully.

"Is there malnutrition?"

Asked Jing mowen.

Mo Yiran shook his head: "most of the time, he eats according to nutritious meals. The proportion is balanced. He has no stomach disease and is healthy. You don't think I'm malnourished? If I'm malnourished and haggard, I don't think President Jingda will like me."

Mo Yiran looks at Jing mowen very seriously.

Jing mowen scooped up the porridge and quietly looked at the woman in front of him.

Romantic, rational, gentle, indifferent, simple, wise, lazy and diligent.

It turns out that these seemingly opposing words can converge on the same person.

Before meeting Mo Yiran, his life rhythm was compact, and his daily schedule was arranged clearly. In addition to work, he was meticulous like a robot.

The sleep time of four and a half hours every day is carried out exactly.

Without that kind of hard work, he could not have developed limo group so quickly.

In a short period of five years, the company has to be on a par with the original king, or even catch up with him. All these are his silent pursuit in the dead of night.

Jing mowen looked at the perfect face and the excellent figure of a woman without a trace of fat, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Don't smoke and drink when you were a girl. If you still keep this bad habit, you can't have such a body without defects, and you don't rely on drugs.

When did she quit sugar and oil?

How many more years?

Before meeting, he worked silently in the middle of the night. What was mo Yiran doing?

Is she hungry for the best figure again?

Jing mowen always felt that the time when the two met was just right, neither early nor late.

His career reached its peak, and so did her figure and face.

All love at first sight has a reason.

He has seen countless beauties, and she has seen successive excellent suitors.

They are people who have sharp eyes and can't hold a grain of sand in their eyes.

They all pursue perfection.

The night view of the east city is very prosperous. Standing in front of the French window on the 77th floor overlooking the whole East city is even more shocking.

Mo Yiran stood quietly in front of the window in his nightgown and red wine in his hand, watching the city's lights and money.

Drink a little red wine before going to bed to help you sleep.

"The mask you asked for has just been delivered."

Jing Mowen came from the door and handed the mask to Mo.

Mo Yiran took it with a smile and said, "before I came here, I thought you would work until the early morning. Now it seems that you are quite idle."

"Isn't it good to be free? Spend more time with you."

Jing mowen took the red wine cup from Mo Yiran's hand and took a sip on his lips without mind.

Mo Yiran shook his head and said, "it's nothing. I'm not used to it."

"It seems that you want me to be busy, cruel little wild cat."

The man gently hugged the woman, bowed his head and kissed her gently on her lips.

"You are out of order, so that you will not be as busy as I am, because you are too busy to think too much. You are busy, and you will not have the time to think about other women."

Don't push the man away with a smile and then go to the mirror and begin to put on the mask. The slow motion is very detailed.

Jing Mo Wen looked at the woman who was sticking the mask carefully, smiling without a word.

He turned his head and looked quietly at the scenery outside the window.

Busy traffic, bustling unreal.

He has long been tired of this prosperity.

He is tired of being too self disciplined, rigorous and meticulous.