President spoils the dark wife

"You can't do that!"

Wang Shuyu recovered and saw Mo Yiran going. He took a few big steps and grabbed Mo Yiran.

She looked at Mo Yiran with gnashing teeth and said, "that house belongs to Mo's family. Why should you sell it?"

"If you don't sell, you'll die!"

Mo Yiran waved away Wang Shuyu's hand, entered the elevator and left.

"Mo Yiran! Don't regret it!"

Wang Shuyu yelled at Mo Yiran in the elevator. His eyes looked like he was going to peel Mo Yiran and eat meat.

Insidious, ruthless, vicious.

She has accumulated too much resentment.

She didn't burst out until Mo Yutong's death, but she was still patient.

Now, Mo Yiran is forcing her to go to a dead end.

Then she doesn't have to be merciful.

The sky outside has been slightly bright, and there are few pedestrians on the road.

The street near the hospital was quiet, and it was early in the morning, which was even colder.

The misty rain was low and heavy, and Mo Yiran's long dress had been splashed with a lot of mud.

Just last night, Mo Yiran still felt that his life was happy and had reached the peak of his life.

Apart from the fine lines due to her age and what to eat tomorrow, she has nothing to worry about.

But in just a few hours, a phone call from Wang Shuyu made Mo Yiran fall into the mud from heaven.

Wang Shuyu is absolutely right. Mo Yiran can't reach out and ask Jing mowen for such a large sum of money.

Twenty million, not two thousand.

Usually, Jing mowen will spend money for Mo Yiran.

A casual dress and a meal are tens of thousands without heartache, but their interests are completely different.

Don't take out thousands of yuan. Don't take it out by yourself. It can be reciprocated.

Jing mowen gives Mo Yiran a dress of 100000. Mo Yiran can also give back shoes or suits of the same value.

But this time it's different. What's involved this time is mo Yiran's hard money.

She doesn't want to ask Jing mowen for money.

Although Mo Yiran believes that if he asks Jing mowen for money, the $20 million is a casual thing in Jing mowen's view. It's not worth mentioning at all. He will pay generously.

But Mo Yiran doesn't want to owe Jing mowen.

That's the money he makes.

Jing mowen can take this 20 million to buy a villa, invest and open a winery for himself

Whatever he does is his own asset, as long as he is happy.

But Jing mowen has absolutely no obligation to take out the money to pay the debt for Mo Yiran's stepmother!

Mo Yiran's feet in high heels hurt badly, as if they were going to explode.

She walked a little out of her mind, and the whole person was very tired and powerless.

As a matter of fact, just now he was very strong and powerful in front of Wang Shuyu, as if he was fearless.

But Mo Yiran still felt very desperate in his heart.

Mo Yiran will not carry out the words that threatened Wang Shuyu just now.

Because even if Wang Shuyu was cramped and broken, the matter could not be solved.

At best, it can inhibit the regeneration of this woman.

The cold wind with rain blowing on Mo Yiran's face.

Her makeup is no longer exquisite, and she has fainted a little, but the foundation is there, and it is still beautiful.

She walked like a ghost with an umbrella and an expressionless face.

Mo Yiran felt that he should not be like this.

She is a very rational person. Even if she has encountered such a thing, but at least not to despair, what she should do now is to call a car and go home, apply a facial mask to a hot bath, eat breakfast and make up for it.

Instead of floating on the street like a strong teenage virgin, maybe a river in front can hurt the feelings of spring and autumn and jump down.

She is twenty-six, not sixteen.

She shouldn't have.

But Mo Yiran knows what she should do, but she still doesn't want to do that.

When the cold wind blows on her face and puts her in a bad situation, she will wake up. In fact, her life is not plain sailing.

Mo Yiran didn't know how long she had been walking. She saw a breakfast shop on the roadside.

It's a very small breakfast shop where you can eat a bowl of noodles for only a dozen yuan.

Mo Yiran hasn't entered such a small shop for many years.

She felt her flat abdomen.

Very tight.

That's what she has for years.

Mo Yiran looked at the band aid on her hand. It was she who untied the bandage when Jing mowen didn't live in school.

It still hurts.

Mo Yiran pursed her lips and walked into the breakfast shop.

Mo Yiran seldom eats noodles. He needs three figures to eat once in a while.

So Mo Yiran always felt that his face was crazy.

What she eats is not flour, but gold.

Therefore, Mo Yiran wanted to cry when she looked at the huge menu hanging on the wall in the simple shop.

Years of self-discipline suddenly fell apart.

She ordered a lot of things.

Potstickers, fried dumplings, small wonton, duck blood vermicelli, egg noodles, raw fried

Mo Yiran almost changed everything he could.

A big table full.

She added a lot of pepper vinegar in xiaochaos.

She cried as she ate.

Spicy sad.

The owner of this shop is a couple of forty or fifty years old. At this time, it was incredible to see this strange and beautiful woman.

With such a small body, you can't finish ordering so much.

Why waste this money?

They have been living frugally all their life and can't understand the life of rich and noble people.

But they have always been diligent and never hated the rich.

They just feel that this beautiful woman is really strange.

What kind of thing can make her cry like this?

They didn't cry so much when they finished their last meal.

They don't understand. They have food, clothes and money. What else can they be sad about?

It's worth making this young, young girl cry like a dead mother.

……

No one really died, right?

There was no one in store. A couple had prepared all breakfast and were ready for morning rush hour at any time.

So now I am very busy and idle to look at this beautiful woman, and all kinds of guessing about this woman.

A couple were thinking, but suddenly they heard a car stop behind them.

They thought it was another guest, turned around and saw a black car parked in front of the store.

Although they don't know what brand this car is, they can tell the pros and cons. This car is not cheap at first sight.

A moment later, the driver got off and opened the door for the people in the back seat.

The man was tall, in suits and shoes, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

In the cold wind whizzing in the early morning, it is cold like a sculpture.

The shopkeeper was about to say something, but the man suddenly shook his head at the two men.

A couple motioned and nodded to show understanding.

I know what's going on.

The rich lady quarreled with her husband, and now her husband has found it.

Mo Yiran is still eating wonton with tears, which obscures her eyes.

Suddenly, as she was drinking soup, she noticed a man sitting opposite.

Mo Yiran dried his tears and looked up at the person opposite, but his tears fell even worse.