President spoils the dark wife

"Fool."

Mo Yiran sees Jing mowen looking at himself with a dull face, raising his eyebrows and showing a mocking smile. After finishing, de se walks to the front of the whole body mirror with long legs.

In the mirror, the woman was wearing a black bikini.

Not very plump, but a very symmetrical figure looks slender and beautiful in front of the whole body mirror.

Mo Yiran is very satisfied with her figure.

White, thin waist, long legs, symmetrical and smooth.

No scar, no mole.

She turned sideways and the tattoo on her waist was revealed in the mirror.

From a point above the waist to the thigh side, about 25 cm.

Mo Yiran chose a famous tattoo artist who specializes in ink and wash tattoos.

Is to tattoo traditional Chinese painting on the body.

Although it is ink painting, it is unique to China.

But the tattoo artist is a foreigner.

He likes China very much. He thinks China is a mysterious country.

So he has been doing all kinds of research. He knows rare words and classical musical instruments that many Chinese people have never heard of.

Mo Yiran picked a pattern of white plum, which is in ink painting style. It is very beautiful. The whole is black and white. However, Mo Yiran put forward some requirements at that time and tattooed one of the shy plum blossoms on the branch into red.

This makes it more amazing.

In fact, tattoos are beautiful and have a good figure. Even if you tattoo a flower arm, you will also be regarded as a woman with a story, not a bad bitch.

Mo Yiran knew from an early age that facial features are more important than three outlooks.

As long as you are beautiful enough, no matter what you do, you will be forgiven.

Although some unfair, but this is the reality.

Phase from the heart.

Mo Yiran remembers that he once read an interesting and sad Autobiography of the protagonist in a book.

"Good looking horror stories are said to have personality. I think horror is said to be psychological darkness."

Mo Yiran looked at the woman in the mirror. The only dissatisfaction was that she was not tall.

She especially wants to be one meter seven or eight.

One meter, seven or eight, ninety pounds, perfect.

Jing mowenjing is 187 tall. If she has 178, it's perfect.

However, the reality is often not perfect.

Mo Yiran comforted himself like this.

Jing mowen, who has just been described as a fool, is holding his forehead at this moment, and his handsome face is covered with clouds again.

He suddenly felt that Mo Yiran wearing the sling was actually a good choice.

"Forget it, or you'd better shoot first? I want to play after I finish my business."

Mo Yiran suddenly turns back and says to Jing mowen.

Jing mowen looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"OK."

The man smiled with some relief.

His heart was almost depressed because of the ups and downs of the day.

"People with uncertain weather are terrible."

Jing mowen took advantage of Mo Yiran's time to go back to his room to change his clothes. He sent a word in the group.

Then after a while, the other three replied almost at the same time.

A neat row of ellipsis.

In terms of uncertain weather, who can compare with you.

The original shooting time was tomorrow morning, but because Mo Yiran temporarily changed his mind just now, Jing mowen called HuaQuan and asked him to tell the photographers and makeup artists to be ready.

"I don't care if they're going anywhere or what plans they've made. They're all cancelled. I'll see someone in fifteen minutes."

Jing mowen finished his command in a cold voice, and then hung up the phone.

The HuaQuan at the other end of the mobile phone was not flustered. She went out to tell Qingqing, who was still sorting her suitcase in the next room, and Qingqing just nodded and began to put down the matter at hand and prepare for shooting.

As Jing mowen's assistants, they should have the ability to fly like spies, and they have long been used to Jing mowen's sudden attack.

And such a small matter of temporary change of mind has long been taken seriously by them.

Jing mowen just hung up the phone, but another call came in.

Jing mowen looked at the caller ID, squinted slightly, looked at Mo Yiran's room, turned to the balcony and answered the phone.

"Hello? Mr. Jing, it's still empty now?"

A slightly hoarse female voice came over from the other end of the phone, slightly with a frivolous smile.

Jing mowen frowned slightly when he heard the voice and said, "put away your dialect and speak normally, or you'll hang up."

"Okok, let's get down to business. Mr. Jing, you let me get close to that man for investigation. I already have eyebrows. I have to admire you. You are worthy of being the overlord of city A. your eyes are really hot."

The female voice's shallow laughter was like a silver bell, but it was not clear. It was like the funerary objects in the tomb. After sleeping for thousands of years, suddenly one day it saw the sun again and made a sound again, but it was no longer clear, but dull with silk.

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

There was a strange dark halo in Jing Mo Wen's dark eyes.

Seeing that Jing Mo Wen's voice was slightly cold, the woman no longer had the courage to joke. She stopped laughing and said, "now we have found out some things, but we can't be sure of them all. At present, there are two kinds of important information."

Jingmo Wen slightly raised his eyebrow and said, "that man is unfathomable. I thought you would die before you found anything."

"Belittle me?"

The woman is thin and angry.

"Stop talking nonsense and say it quickly."

The woman opposite coughed and said, "these two kinds of information, one is about your wife and the other is about the man. You choose to listen to the same."

As soon as the voice of the woman opposite fell, the door opened, followed by the woman's call.

"Mo Wen? Where are you?"

"Balcony."

Jing mowen replied.

"Come in and zip up for me!"

Probably heard Jing mowen say he was on the balcony. The woman was afraid he couldn't hear, so she increased her voice and said.

"OK."

Jing mowen answered, and then raised the phone again.

The man's dark eyes are dim, like the night without five fingers in the winter night.

Thin lips slightly open, deliberately lowered my voice, cold and obscure.

"Only children do multiple-choice questions. I want them all."

"Equivalent exchange. After all, Mr. Jing should know that this job is very dangerous."

The woman opposite said faintly, her voice suddenly sweet and greasy, and her words were full of desire for interests.

Jing mowen coldly hooked his lips and said, "you've been in the entertainment industry for a long time. You want to be superior, and you don't want to commit yourself to others and be the belongings of others..."

"If it's president Jing, I'd still be happy."

The woman across the street gave out a colorful laugh.

"Want to die?"

"You say you say."

The woman trembled into a sieve.

"How about the female number three of the big director you've always liked?"

"Female number two."

The woman opposite said.

Jing mowen smiled: "deal."

"I'll send you the information later. Remember to delete it after reading it."

The man said "well" and hung up.

The irony between Jing Mo's eyes is deeper.

It's easy to be satisfied with just a female number two.

Jing mowen originally wanted to give her a female number one, but he suddenly changed his mind.

People are greedy, and Jing mowen is a businessman. He knows this.

If he casually gives the female number one at the beginning, the woman will feel that it is not difficult for Jing mowen, and then ask for other requirements. The next time there is new news, she will ask more and more.