President spoils the dark wife

"Who?"

Mo Yiran came out of the bathroom. She had just taken a bath. She was wrapped in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet and dripping.

She asked casually when she heard the doorbell just now.

"Dead sell."

Jing mowen answered lightly, and then went to the mirror to tie a tie.

Mo Yiran frowned and wondered how the promotion came up, but she didn't care much and went back to the bathroom to blow her hair.

After about twenty minutes, Cui Liji and Jing Mozhen came to knock at the door.

Jing mowen, who had already packed up, was sitting on the sofa, tapping the keyboard and remotely operating some things in the company.

Mo Yiran opened the door and sideways let them in. He hurried to the bedroom and said, "I'll change a pair of shoes. I'll be right away."

"Slow down, we're not in a hurry." Cui Liji replied.

As soon as the voice fell, Jingmo beside him really made up a sound: "I'm anxious, I'm hungry."

"Bear it!" Jing mowen glanced at him.

Jingmo is so good. Shut up.

Two minutes later, Mo Yiran packed up and came out.

Jing mowen has also received the computer and asked Qingqing to arrange tomorrow's trip.

Qingqing is efficient. Last night, she arranged all the matters needing attention and travel for Jing mowen.

Mo Yiran and Cui Liji went out first. Jing mowen briefly explained to Qingqing, and then took Mo Yiran and left with several people.

Lunch was eaten at a famous vegetarian restaurant in Dongcheng.

Although it's a vegetarian restaurant, it's not cheap at all. A dish of tofu is a three digit price

Qingqing probably thinks that the weather in May is very good. Blowing the breeze outdoors and smelling the fragrance of flowers is more artistic conception, so the table is arranged in the courtyard of the restaurant.

There are often diners in the yard on weekdays, so there are several tables and chairs, but the meticulous sunshine makes people clear the excess tables and chairs in advance, leaving only one table and chair under the tree.

So there were only four people in the whole yard.

"The environment here is quite good."

Under the guidance of the waiter, several people entered the yard. Mo Yiran looked at the yard with simple and elegant decoration and praised it with a smile.

"Like it? Go back and build one."

Seeing Mo Yiran, Jing mowen seemed to like the yard very much and said with a smile.

Mo Yiran nodded and smiled: "well... In this case, the whole family has to adopt Chinese architecture to look good, otherwise it's neither fish nor fowl. Do you have a problem with Chinese architecture?"

Don't dye your side head, lift your eyes and look at Jing Mo Wen.

The man shook his head: "as long as you are happy."

After that, Jing mowen and Mo Yiran have come to the table. The man opened the chair for Mo Yiran, and a petal fell from his head and fell gently on the man's shoulder.

Mo Yiran blinked and said, "don't move."

Jing mowen stood still.

Mo Yiran got up, stretched out his hand and took down the petals, smiled softly, "OK."

Jing Mozhen: "

Cui Liji: "

The two men strided angrily over and deliberately walked very loudly, undermining the two show their love.

"Ha ha! Li Ji, come and have a look. There are fruits on this tree!"

Jing Mo really shouted.

Cui Liji knew that Jingmo was really intentional. She immediately covered her mouth and looked surprised. She looked like she had never seen fruit in 800 years.

"Wow! The fruit grows on the tree!"

Cui Liji widened her eyes and walked to the boy. She opened her eyes and looked like a curious baby.

Jingmo really nodded hard, "Hmm!" and said, "yes, Li Ji! It's the first time I've seen it. Alas! I usually eat cut and squeezed orange juice! I thought the fruit grew in water!"

Then the young girl stared at the fruit tree and began a heated argument.

Jing mowen: "

Mo Yiran: "

"If you two have another draught, get back to the hotel now."

Jing mowen swept away with a cold eye and said in a slow tone.

Cui Liji and Jing Mozhen immediately gave up the fruit, walked back obediently, silently opened the stool and sat down, sitting upright like a good baby in kindergarten.

Of course, Jing Mozhen and Cui Liji in kindergarten were the two who stood on the table fighting and pinching each other.

A few people just sat down for a while, and white smoke rose from nowhere in the yard.

It soon spread to the seats of several people.

The whole yard is white, with fairy air and warm sunlight. It's really beautiful and comfortable.

The waiter brought the menu.

Mo Yiran flipped through the menu and suddenly saw a dark dumpling.

Without thinking about it, she said, "bamboo charcoal dumplings."

The waiter wrote it down.

The black soup bag she ate at Gu Xiu's last time was delicious.

She's got the hang of it now.

As long as it is dark, it basically looks scary. In fact, it tastes very good.

Mo Yiran's voice fell, and Cui Liji on the opposite side followed him with a sentence: "bamboo charcoal black truffle radish silk pastry."

The waiter wrote it down.

"Black Sesame Cheese."

"Black sesame ice cream."

"Baked Tricholoma with bamboo charcoal."

……

Two people, one after another.

Jing Mo next to Cui Liji really doesn't care about these dark dishes. He directly selects expensive points: "Tricholoma matsutake soup, fungus white jade cup, beauty rice, honey beans, crisp walnuts, Wellington garden."

He bears a grudge very much. He always remembers that he laughed for ten minutes last night. He must kill Jing mowen severely today!

If the above wonderful dishes are not enough to stir up any waves, then Jing mowen, who has been looking at the menu slowly, is undoubtedly a finale bomb.

"Shouwu Taoren Yangyan soup."

The man said faintly, and then returned the menu to the waiter as if nothing had happened.

Mo Yiran, Jing Mozhen and Cui Liji stopped reporting the names of the dishes together, looked up together and looked thoughtfully at the calm and elegant man drinking tea.

The three people looked at each other. No one spoke again. They silently put down the menu and didn't order.

I didn't expect you to be like this.

The three thought silently.

Beauty

No wonder the skin is so good. A 30-year-old man has no wrinkles on his face. He is delicate and can compete with the young king ink.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Cui Liji suddenly stood up.

"I'll go too."

Jingmo really got up.

After they left, Mo Yiran held his chin and looked at the man next to him, blinking.

"Does it look good?"

Jing mowen noticed that he was quietly looking at his Mo Yiran, glanced and smiled at the woman.

Mo Yiran nodded honestly and then said, "Mo Wen, let's take a picture? We haven't sent a circle of friends for a long time."

The man frowned slightly and didn't speak.

Mo Yiran hesitated when he saw Jing mowen, his face sank fiercely, and his hand patted the table: "why, you don't dare to send it? Are you afraid that any little fox in wechat will be unhappy to see it?"

"Haven't you seen my cell phone? Lie with your eyes open."

Jing mowen was helpless. He took out his mobile phone and threw it to Mo Yiran. He said coldly, "shoot."

Mo Yiran smiled and took over the mobile phone.

"Let's shoot under the tree over there? It's better over there."

Mo Yiran said.

Jing mowen nodded and agreed.