President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran returned to city a again and arrived at the hospital five hours after receiving Wang Shuyu's call.

Looking up at the sky, the sky has begun to dawn.

Mo Yi got out of the car and walked forward calmly.

The east city has a clear sky and a long wind, but it's raining in city A.

Mo Yiran stood downstairs in the hospital. The rain as thin as an ox's hair sprinkled rain and fog all over the sky. In the hazy morning, people couldn't see her eyebrows and eyes clearly.

Mo Yiran held a black umbrella and slightly tilted her head. The light rain wet her shoes and a small part of her skirt.

She was still wearing a long dress, but all the exquisite braided hair on her head had been scattered, and her long and soft black hair was scattered on her shoulders and dropped to her waist, soft and elegant.

She stood downstairs for a while. She lingered and looked up at the tall building in front of her from time to time.

In the cold wind, the building was hazy in the rain and fog. At this moment, it was like a monster hiding in the fog. It was staring at Mo Yiran coldly, showing its teeth, and would swallow Mo Yiran at any time.

Mo Yiran took his umbrella and smoked nearly half a pack of cigarettes in the corridor of the hospital.

The mobile phone is Jing mowen's missed call. She looks at those missed calls, purses her lips and almost wants to smash the mobile phone.

But in the end, she just turned on flight mode.

She didn't say anything more to Jing mowen and came back directly. Mo Yiran knew he would be worried and worried.

But what can Mo Yiran do?

Tell Jing mowen about these bad things in his family?

Even when Jing mowen was angry, she didn't want to tell her at this time.

She can handle the Mo family's affairs by herself, and then explain to Jing mowen.

As long as the matter is handled, Jing mowen can only make a fire at most. Don't be soft with dyeing clothes, then the matter will pass.

But if you just called Jing mowen directly, no one would be happy to drag Jing mowen from an originally happy and luxurious banquet to a gloomy hospital.

Mo Yiran knows that if Jing mowen knows about it, he will help her deal with it without complaint, but Mo Yiran doesn't want to.

Sometimes in the face of some bad things, Mo Yiran would rather be empty and deal with it silently than look at the face of the person who helps him.

She doesn't want to see any impatience.

Jing mowen only needs to give herself love. As for the others, she carries them by herself.

She put out her last cigarette, took a long deep breath, and then calmly walked to the hospital.

At this time, there was no one in hospital, only those on duty who were still yawning.

The sleepy officer on duty suddenly heard a rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground in the silent hall. She looked up lazily. The moment she saw someone coming, the sleepy bug disappeared in an instant.

The attendant looked at the man wearing a long dress and walked towards the elevator with a cold face. Every step was elegant.

The elegance that seems to melt into the bone is like a heroine coming out of a French film.

After a while, the woman disappeared.

The officer on duty was still stunned and blinked, as if he thought it was just a dream.

Mo Yiran stood in the elevator and lowered her head slightly. For a long time, after hearing the "Ding" of the elevator, she looked up slightly and walked out slowly.

Maybe it's because the hospital is too empty and silent. Mo Yiran's high-heeled shoes sound like the pace of death, which makes people instantly alert.

Therefore, before Mo Yiran went to the ward, Wang Shuyu came out of the ward.

When Wang Shuyu came out, he saw Mo Yiran and rushed over in a hurry.

"Why did you come!"

Wang Shuyu's face was even haggard than the last time. She was a little impatient. She raised her hand as if she wanted to pull Mo Yiran, but Mo Yiran quietly avoided it.

Looking at Mo Yiran's indifferent face, Wang Shuyu sneered.

"Hum, I've raised you little white eyed Wolf for more than ten years. I have no conscience. Even if I'm not your mother, what's in there? That's your father! And you? What are you doing..."

Wang Shuyu's disgusted eyes swept Mo Yi up and down and sneered: "just finished the dance? It's different when you're near a rich man. You don't care about your father's life. Look at your slow appearance!"

Mo Yiran was too lazy to pay attention to her and said coldly, "where's my father? Is he out of danger?"

"Hum, if I hadn't found it in time, your father would have bled to death!"

Wang Shuyu said coldly, even with a sense of pride on her face, as if she were the great savior of all mankind.

"I don't know what else you're going to do. How long has it been? You might as well go back and continue to attend your ball, Qiongjiang Yuye, wine beauty, Wenxiang nephrite!"

"Wang Shuyu! I came back from the east city. If you dare to chatter here again, believe it or not, I'll break your porcelain teeth!"

Mo Yiran was in a bad mood and was excited by Wang Shuyu. He wanted to reach out and throw the woman into a ball from the roof and smash her to pieces.

As soon as Wang Shuyu listened, he really shut up.

Bullying the soft and fearing the hard, this is Wang Shuyu.

Looking at Wang Shuyu's quiet appearance, Mo Yiran's heart was suddenly so quiet. It was like getting up in the morning and opening the window. She found that there was a white sky between heaven and earth, the sun was shining on her face, the sky was blue, a snow-white eagle was flying, a cup of tea was placed on the bookcase, and the curling heat rose and circled like a winding dragon.

"There must be a reason. My father is almost well and can be discharged right away. Why did he suddenly commit suicide?"

Mo Yiran looked at the middle-aged man lying quietly on the hospital bed outside the ward and asked Wang Shuyu.

Mo Changguo can't see the dignity he used to have now. He seems to be an ordinary middle-aged man.

Old, decadent, powerless, decadent

Mo Yiran looked at Mo Changguo and his hatred disappeared.

Some things have passed. The way he and Wang Shuyu are now, they have already suffered all the punishment they deserve.

After all, there is a trace of kinship.

She now found that she was no longer as cruel as she had been.

However, this just recovered conscience and the idea of reconciliation were quickly defeated by Wang Shuyu.

"I owe gambling debts outside. Once before, the debt collector found your father lying in the hospital and threatened him to pay back the money."

Don't frown when Ranran hears the speech.

But still calm.

Wang Shuyu is used to gambling, and she doesn't want to say anything more.

Because this woman is not too much.

He won when he lost, and probably knew that Mo Yiran would not be reimbursed when he gambled heavily, so he was still safe all the time.

"How much do you owe?"

Mo Yiran thinks that this time he still owes ten thousand yuan as before. He is opening his wallet.

"Ten million."

Wang Shuyu lowered her head and looked at Mo Yiran nervously.

Mo Yi dyed her hands. She suddenly looked up with cold eyes and stared at Wang Shuyu like a poisonous snake.

"How much did you say...?"

Her voice trembled slightly.