President spoils the dark wife

The blue of spring fog and the black of day and night.

Mo Yiran loves these natural colors very much.

In the first half of the month, Mo Yiran spent half a day or two hours shooting most of the time, and the rest of the time was to play.

Because there is only half a month, each place only stays for two days.

Mo Yiran and Jing mowen are very attractive. Even if they just shoot casually with their mobile phones, they are also excellent, not to mention the famous photographers invited from home and abroad?

One hour of make-up, and the longest shooting took two hours.

Therefore, Mo Yiran can go to these strange places to experience local customs for a day and a half.

Now, Mo Yiran's happiest time should be the first day.

Because I was energetic at that time.

In the afternoon after shooting on Gulangyu, Mo Yiran took Jing mowen to avoid the entourage and secretly went to zengcuolong.

Mo Yiran changed Jing mowen into a flower shirt and a pair of beach pants. In a word, it was very fancy.

Mo Yiran still remembers that Jing mowen's face was so black that he could pretend to be dead.

"Wear it or not? If you don't wear it, you won't give me face!"

Don't pretend to be angry with ran.

Jing mowen sighed and put it on with an expression of a strong man cutting his wrist.

After wearing it, Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran, who was about to go out in a fairy white skirt. He was very angry: "why don't you wear it!"

Mo Yiran smiled playfully, "I'm not stupid. Why should I wear this retarded thing?"

Then I want to slip away.

Can Jing mowen let Mo Yiran go?

As soon as he fished it, he dragged Mo Yiran back.

Although the woman begged for mercy in every way and tossed about, she was like a little wild cat waving its teeth and claws in front of a lion in front of Jing mowen, which was not threatening.

So Mo Yiran was forced to pick off his clothes by the man, and then changed into the couple's clothes of fancy beach clothes on Jing Mo's body.

That expression, quite the feeling that overlord Wujiang committed suicide.

Oh, no, it's Yuji who went with the overlord.

"You, Yuji? Piuyama at best."

Although Jing mowen has relieved his anger after changing Mo Yiran's clothes, he is still angry and hates Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran glared at Jing mowen, and the man stopped talking.

Then they put on sunglasses, wigs, straw hats and wreaths and went out.

Mo Yiran and Jing mowen met HuaQuan in the lobby of the hotel when they went downstairs.

HuaQuan is dealing with some things at the front desk.

Three people passed by. Hua quanleng didn't recognize two people.

However, even if several people stop to face each other, HuaQuan may not be able to recognize these two people.

Because in his mind, Mr. and Mrs. Jingmo are black and white heroes, and their color is white except black.

It's better to kill them than to make them wear such retarded things.

Especially his boss Jing mowen, wearing a flower shirt for him is almost like taking drugs.

Because they are also consuming life.

So the two men swaggered away wearing this retarded thing under HuaQuan's eyes.

The first day was the happiest. After playing for a few days, Mo Yiran began to get tired. She was tired of this kind of play project, and then lost her novelty and desire to explore.

After the shooting of Gulangyu, Mo Yiran and Jing mowen flew nonstop to Sanya, Yunnan, Lhasa and other places.

After flying around the country for more than a week, Mo Yiran and Jing mowen flew out of the country.

"Ranran, wake up, it's time."

The plane had landed and stopped steadily. Mo Yiran patted the woman's face on her side and said in a deep voice.

The woman with an eye mask was awakened by the man. She got up angry, slapped the man's hand, gave an impatient "um", then turned her head in a direction and fell asleep again.

The man looked at the woman's sleeping face, sighed helplessly, stared, rolled up his sleeves and smiled. He didn't know what to attack Mo Yiran.

Then the man untied the cat's eye button wrapped with gold thread at the cuff, rolled the sleeve to his elbow and revealed his strong forearm.

The man's hand passed through the woman's soft hair and grabbed her thin arm. The other hand passed under the woman's slender white leg. With a force, the woman was easily picked up.

She felt herself moving, but she didn't panic.

Because Jing Mo Wen is around, she doesn't need to worry about anything. Everything has Jing Mo Wen.

As a result of habit, she stretched out her hand around the man's neck, and a small face pressed tightly against the man's chest.

The man only felt his chest soft, like a rabbit jumping into his arms.

With a woman's unique fragrance, light and infinite tenderness.

The quiet sea of the heart also has gentle ripples.

Look at the back of two people.

Qingqing followed with envy on her face and flashing eyes: "it's good. If only I could meet a lover like Mr. Jing!"

"Hum, you don't look at yourself."

Hua Quan Leng hum.

Qingqing ignores HuaQuan's sarcasm. She is used to the daily coldness of gay bitches in this gay.

She continued to put her hands on her chest and closed her eyes. "If I could be held by such a princess..."

"With your weight, who can hold you?"

HuaQuan sneered, and then walked away happily.

Qingqing smelled the speech, looked at her round waist this week, and blinked lonely: "also."

Then get off the plane with HuaQuan.

Jing mowen took Mo Yiran in his arms and sat in the car.

The woman slept soundly. Her steady breathing blew the ink hair falling in front of her nose, floating in the air and sticking in front of her nose.

Ups and downs, like her ill fated life.

"Sleep, sleep more, and take advantage of this opportunity to have a good sleep."

Jing mowen's dark eyes overflowed with tenderness. He raised his hand and lifted all the hair on the woman's face behind his ears.

It's like trying to calm a woman's unstable fate.

Mo Yiran had a dream, a long dream.

She dreamed that she was playing games happily with Yuan Nuo, Xiang Xinwei and Yan binwei. Then Jing mowen pushed the door and came in. Beside him stood Mo Yutong.

Mo Yutong is very happy to hold Jing mowen, and Jing mowen gently pinches Mo Yutong's face like pinching his own face at ordinary times.

But he was not angry at all, but turned his head and fell into Yan binwei's arms and said drunk: "Wei, I'm drunk and so sleepy..."

Outside the window, there are two figures.

A man and a woman.

It's Cui biejun and Li jiangshen.

It was raining heavily outside the window.

The two of them were holding a valuable skeleton black umbrella, one for each.

The two extremely gentle people smiled and looked at the scene as usual, then shed two lines of clear and bitter tears and waved to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran smiled and waved to them.

Then the two turned and left.

Two black cats suddenly appeared.

One caught up with Li jiangshen and grabbed her leg. The blood was dripping. Li jiangshen stopped and fell to the ground.

Then, the black cat looked at Li jiangshen coldly, followed Cui biejun who had gone out for some time, and disappeared into the boundless night with elegant steps.

And a black cat. It broke through the window.

Mo Yiran recognized it.

It's Xiao mo.

Mo Yiran opened his arms with tears all over his face.

But Xiaomo crossed her, stepped on Yiran's shoulder and jumped into her arms to Xinwei.

At this time, Bai Shengyan kicked open the door with a face, looked sinister and took out a bomb.

No one panicked, just looked at her quietly.

Then, in the "didi" death countdown, wait for death.

Finally, after the "bang", the world was quiet.