President spoils the dark wife

The light in the morning passes through the thick clouds. The clouds are as rich as milk, with excess nutrition. People under pressure can't breathe.

I don't know how long it took.

Mo Yiran wakes up from the warm quilt. The room is dark. I don't know what time it is.

The bare arm was put aside. It was empty. Jing mowen was not there.

Mo Yiran frowned slightly, opened his eyes blankly, and his sight was blurred.

She rubbed her eyes, then looked at the empty pillow and frowned deeper.

"Jing Mo Wen?"

She shouted and no one answered.

The woman gently turned over. Her body hurt badly and fell apart.

"Damn it..."

Mo Yiran scolded in a low voice. Some struggled to get up from the bed, still some dizzy. He rubbed his hair irritably, stretched his waist, and then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

But as soon as she opened the quilt, she immediately covered it back.

The curtains were not particularly tight, and thin light penetrated into Mo Yiran's slim body.

And on the original white body, at this moment, it is full of blue and purple marks, just like a devil. It reminds Mo Yiran how fierce it was last night.

Mo Yiran vaguely recalled what happened last night in her mind.

After finishing the mask, she drank some more wine, and then...

Jing mowen

Alas

After taking a long deep breath, Mo Yiran glanced at the large and slightly dim room and saw the bathrobe falling on the ground.

She adjusted her mood, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After putting on her bathrobe, she went to the window and opened the heavy embroidered curtains.

Mo Yiran's eyes were hurt by the strong light, and she tilted her head slightly to avoid it. After adapting to the intensity of the light, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the outside scenery.

Different from the splendor and prosperity at night, the east city in the daytime seems to be covered with a layer of mysterious gray yarn, which makes all the splendor and wealth in the city temporarily sleep.

Those delicate rich people, as Asians, usually have white vampire like skin.

In the daytime, they avoid the sun, or sit in the offices of skyscrapers, or shuttle in the ten mile field, or sleep deeply to nourish their spirit for the carnival at night.

Mo Yiran looked at the time. It was more than eleven o'clock.

Looking back, I want to find Jing mowen.

Jing mowen said he would only stay in Dongcheng for one day. He should go back today.

However, without taking two steps, I saw several paper bags on the table and a piece of paper pressed on the table.

Yiran goes over and picks up the paper. The handwriting is not like Mo Yiran's flying.

As like as two peas, the distance between words is almost the same. Words are like human beings. Mo Yiran looked at these words and suddenly came to mind Jing mowen's sharp and rigorous handsome face most of the time.

——Ranran may not be able to go back to city a for the time being. Things in Dongcheng are not over yet. The clothes on the table are your size. I may come back later today. If I'm bored, I'll go shopping and eat something. I'm stuck in your wallet. The password is your birthday. Remember to have breakfast when you get up. There is an open-air restaurant upstairs and some entertainment facilities. The room card is also in your bag. Remember to fully charge your mobile phone and contact me if you need anything.

After reading, Mo Yiran's lips showed a faint smile, then put the note on the table and opened the paper bags.

There are a lot of clothes from head to toe.

A champagne embroidered dress and a pair of light pink fluffy high heels are very beautiful.

Underwear, safety pants.

Earrings with diamonds and a thin silver necklace.

Cosmetics and skin care products are also unopened.

all kinds of work , no matter how big or trivial.

Mo Yiran sipped her lips, as if a warm current had been injected into her heart. Then he turned and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Jing mowen is really meticulous.

Maybe these are not prepared by Jing mowen himself, but let Qingqing do it for him, but it's also considerate that Jing mowen can think of her all the time.

If Jing mowen doesn't care about Mo Yiran, he is so busy in the east city that he will directly throw Mo Yiran a card and let her buy it herself.

Although Mo Yiran thinks that direct pengka is also a very considerate behavior

Well, Mo Yiran admitted that she was really moved this time.

This feeling is different from that of Bai Shengyan, a good friend.

With Bai Shengyan, she doesn't want to bother her too much. Everything is prepared in advance to ensure that everything is safe.

But with Jing mowen, Mo Yiran found that she had no trouble at all.

She struggled for a long time before going out last night. Do you want to bring a full set of cosmetics and skin care products?

If you don't bring it, you feel uncomfortable. If you bring it, it's heavy, and you only stay for one day. It's very troublesome.

Finally, after thinking about it, I still felt that it didn't matter if the fungus was rough once, so I went out light.

But Mo Yiran never expected that Jing mowen would get everything ready before she woke up.

It's more intimate than my mother.

Although Mo Yiran's mother died early, she also experienced maternal love.

However, at that time, Mo Yiran was young, and many memories had been blurred.

She can only remember the slender back of her mother and her thick black hair around her waist.

In my memory, my mother always touched her little face with her warm hand, and then gently held her on the swing, or baked cookies for her.

When organizing a spring outing at school, Mo Yiran gets up at night and goes to the bathroom. She can also see that her mother is giving her a hug with all kinds of things that may be needed.

But she didn't appreciate it at that time. She said to her mother, "it's so heavy! It's so heavy that my shoulder is going to break! Mom, mom, take some away and give me money. Just buy what I like!"

The beautiful woman in memory just smiled faintly, bent slightly, gently rubbed her hair and said, "Xiao ran, this is my mother's love for you, so ah, it's very heavy."

The young Mo Yiran didn't understand these. Although he was still a little unhappy, he vaguely felt that the things on his back could not be measured by money, so he didn't talk anymore and said goodbye to his mother with a smile.

Mo Yiran, who was taking a bath, looked up and didn't let his tears fall.

Used to cold and ruthless, let oneself not think of those warm tenderness.

I thought I had forgotten, completely forgotten, and would never remember again.

In this way, Jing mowen easily recalled

Many people like Mo Yiran and envy Mo Yiran.

Because she has a rich family, a beautiful face, a perfect figure, a talent and a smart mind, and a fierce fight.

Therefore, it has always been remembered by all kinds of young talents.

It seems to be the peak of life.

People are envious and jealous. Even Mo Yiran has habitually thought that he is happy.

However, I have to admit that although she is not short of calcium, she is short of love.

Mother's love, father's love

It's not the love of men for her appearance, the love of sending her precious flowers and expensive gifts.

What Mo Yiran lacks is the most caring and common. In the morning, she asks you "is the porridge still warm?" in the evening, she stands under the maple leaves with her to see the kind of love at dusk.

Well, Mo Yiran knew that she was beaten to the extreme, but she still didn't feel so sad.

I didn't care about that.

However, she met Jing mowen.