President spoils the dark wife

"Why, don't you know?"

Ran pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth. With the action of her arm, the woman's slender and straight clavicle became more obvious. She looked particularly white and sexy against the background of the black dress.

She smiled faintly, as if she were an outsider: "Yuan Nuo, I'm different from you. Even if Han Dao turns around and engages in other women when I'm in front of him, I won't mind, because I don't love him, and I won't build my joys and sorrows on men. What I want to tell you is that even if you are a white moonlight with vermilion nevus, you can always be one of the lovers who can't see the light!"

After all, I have known each other. I advise you not to sink and take care of yourself

"Mo Yiran!"

Just after taking two steps, Yuan Nuo suddenly opened his mouth: "I don't hate you because you live like I want to marry, but it doesn't mean I will indulge your recklessness. Your slap just now is the consequence I should bear for harming you, but... I won't give up Han Dao."

With dyed eyes, "whatever you want."

Yi Ran, who entered the hall again, didn't take yuan Nuo's words to heart. It was because of this rare contempt that she fell into chaos later.

But at this moment, Yiran doesn't know that a conspiracy is ready to go

She looked at Han Dao in a formal dress from a distance, and her face was calm.

After a long time, she turned around and finally didn't come forward to ask anything.

As she said, she doesn't love Han Dao, so she won't question him because of his betrayal.

However, as soon as she turned around, she slammed into a hard arms.

"Miss Mo's embrace really makes my mind ripple, but you want to get me in an unkind situation."

The man's voice is gentle, with a faint smile.

He stretched out his hand and straightened Yiran. The gentleman stepped back two steps.

Dye looked up and looked at the man quietly with light eyes.

He was tall, about 1.85 meters, very thin, but not morbidly thin. He was about 29 years old. His light brown hair was curled up around his neck, but today he didn't spread as casually as he had seen before, but combed it neatly behind his head.

The skin is very white and the eyes are deep, a bit like Russians.

"It seems that Miss Mo doesn't remember me. Do you want to know me again?"

Seeing the woman staring at him all the time, the man narrowed his eyes and smiled, with some little sadness on his face.

Yiran touched his head, which hurt a little. He smiled innocuously. In a gentle tone, he said an extremely sharp sentence: "those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to ink are black. I don't want to know those who are close to Jing mowen."

Gu Xiu wasn't angry, but someone pushed him away in an extremely angry way, raised his hand, and gave dye a slap.

No one thought of the sudden slap. Ran covered her face and looked up, but saw Mo Yutong wet all over.

"Mo Yiran, you bitch! Are you looking for someone to push me? You want me to die, I'll let you die first!"

Then Mo Yutong took off his high heels and hit Mo Yiran's head.

Because the situation was sudden, no one expected it. Mo Yiran couldn't imagine how Mo Yutong, who usually pretended, suddenly stopped pretending and turned against himself in public.

After being slapped by Mo Yutong, Mo Yiran was already on guard. He grabbed Mo Yutong's hand and didn't get angry. Instead, he showed a distressed look: "Yutong, are you sick? What stimulated you... My poor sister."

As he spoke, he also shed two tears.

This move successfully made people look at Mo Yiran and turned their strange eyes into sympathy.

It turned out to be a sick sister.

Mo Changguo, who was also shocked by Mo Yutong in the distance and couldn't catch up, also breathed a long sigh of relief because of Ranran's timely rescue.

If he had to choose between the two scandals of two sisters' discord, open fighting and sister's illness, he would choose the latter.

"Don't dye your nonsense! I'm not sick. You hurt me, you bitch!"

Mo Yutong didn't finish his words, but the sound of the fierce crack of the glass wine cup sounded on the other side.

People's eyes were attracted to the other side again. Even Mo Yiran and Mo Yutong looked at the same time.

"Han Dao, I think you just owe a beating!"

Chen Yu, dressed in a pink shirt, saw a pool of red wine stains on his chest, and Han Dao opposite him was also provocative.

"Can you beat it?"

Han Dao said that he had punched Chen Yu in the face, and Chen Yu was furious.

Mo Yiran frowned and cast his eyes on Jing Mo's black face.

"Fuck you! All my people dare to move and die!"

When Mo Yiran and Mo Yutong were close together, Gu Xiu next to them also broke the wine glass heavily, separated the two people, and walked angrily in the direction of Chen Yuhan Dao.

It was because of this moment of separation that Mo Yiran saw yuan Nuo coming in from the outside with a smile on his lips.