President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran woke up from his dream.

She opened her eyes fiercely, and the room was dark.

The cold sweat slid down the forehead drop by drop. It felt wet and greasy like a poisonous snake. It was stretching out its sharp fangs and gently rubbing her stained cheeks, making her restless.

It's strange that Mingming usually couldn't remember the scene in his dream when he woke up, but this time, Mo Yiran remembered it clearly.

Now living together again, she felt her back cold and creepy.

How could you have such a dream?

No matter from which point of view, the scene in the dream is extremely terrible.

The room was dark. Only the moonlight outside the window shone in through the clean glass window, which calmed Mo Yiran's heart.

She looked sideways, and Jing mowen was sleeping beside her.

His awakening did not disturb Jing mowen.

Mo Yiran picked up her cell phone and looked at the time. It was only 3 a.m.

Probably because the floor is very high, the clear moon outside the window seems to be very close, very close, as if within reach.

The man beside him is probably too tired to be tossed by himself these days. He sleeps very heavily.

After all, she has to climb a mountain and go swimming later. She is very tired herself, not to mention Jing mowen.

Mo Yiran looked at the handsome and peaceful sleeping face of the man beside him, and his heart was quiet.

Mo Yiran slept for a long time and now he is not sleepy.

In order not to wake the man, she gently opened the quilt, got out of bed carefully, walked to the door with her feet, gently opened the door and went out.

Mo Yiran simply cleaned his face, rinsed his mouth, then fell into the sofa and looked at the empty and strange room at a loss.

Waking up late at night is the hardest.

Because you will have nothing to do, and then you will review what you did in the first half of your life because of Jing Shengqing. Mo Yiran is no exception.

She's just a layman.

A layman who enjoys himself.

Mo Yiran was wearing a snow-white nightgown. She walked back and forth in the living room. Her mind was haunted by the scene in her dream just now.

And some trivial things in the past.

She's a little upset.

He took a long deep breath, changed his clothes, took his cell phone and wallet, and went downstairs.

Standing in the elevator, she still felt inexplicably uneasy and could not get peace in her heart.

Because of that dream just now.

She didn't bring cigarettes this time, and neither did Jing mowen.

Jing mowen has quit smoking for some time because of Mo Yiran.

Only once in a while.

This time, Mo Yiran was around all the time. Naturally, he couldn't take it with him boldly.

With a "Ding", the elevator arrived.

Mo Yiran just walked two steps and saw a familiar figure at the gate of the hotel, about to cross the road.

Mo Yiran hurried out.

"Flower spring!"

Mo Yiran shouted.

The man who was carrying a step turned back at the sound and saw Mo Yiran, slightly surprised.

"Mo Yiran? Why did you come down?"

Mo Yiran twitched her mouth when she heard the name.

As long as Jing mowen is away, HuaQuan calls her by name and surname.

"I woke up hungry."

Mo Yiran smiled and casually made an excuse, "what about you?"

HuaQuan blinked, and the moonlight fell on his silver hair, making the man look a little cold and sharp.

He said, "what can I do at this point? I can't sleep. Get something to eat."

"That together?"

After all, they are their peers. Mo Yiran and HuaQuan are good sisters, er, good brothers, although they usually hate each other

HMM... well, get familiar.

HuaQuan thought for a moment. She probably felt that Mo Yiran was not safe alone. This big night, she was abroad, and public security was not as good as at home. For fear that something might happen to her, Jing mowen cut him the next day, so he nodded and agreed.

The two men crossed the road and walked side by side in the street.

HuaQuan wears a pair of black tide brand sweatpants, a white T-shirt, a loose black leather coat and a pair of pure white coconuts on her feet.

At ordinary times, Mo Yiran often sees HuaQuan because of his work. He is in a suit and shoes, which makes Mo Yiran forget that HuaQuan is only one year older than himself.

Mo Yiran couldn't help looking at him more because of HuaQuan's dress and said, "where are your glasses?"

HuaQuan stretched out his white hand, pointed to his eyes and said, "invisible."

"Why don't you wear it?"

Mo Yiran thinks this man is very interesting.

"It's none of your business."

HuaQuan thinks this woman is really wordy.

"What are you talking about?"

Mo Yiran stopped and looked at HuaQuan coldly with his hands around his chest.

When the flower spring was cold behind him, he took a puff from the corner of his eye and said, "I said, fart is a big thing. Don't worry about sister Ranran."

Mo Yiran snorted coldly and continued to walk forward.

HuaQuan took out a cigarette and just lit it, he heard the woman beside him cough with her hand on her lips.

He kept staring at himself.

HuaQuan immediately understood Mo Yiran's meaning and threw the cigarette box to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran took the cigarette box, lit the cigarette by the fire of HuaQuan, took a long breath and spit out a cigarette.

When the cold wind blows, my heart seems to be much more stable.

Probably, it's just a psychological effect.

"I remember when I coughed and motioned Jing mowen to give me a cigarette, he thought I coughed because I didn't smoke, and then he simply put down the cigarette."

"Simple? It's the first time I've heard someone describe Mr. Jing like this."

After burning a cigarette for Mo Yiran, HuaQuan put away the lighter and answered faintly. At the same time, he threw himself into the ground in admiration of Mo Yiran's ability to describe a person.

How did she choose a simple one from many words describing a person's coldness and intelligence?

"Because he loves you, he will think of you and put out the smoke. I don't love you."

HuaQuan added again.

"If you love me, you'll die."

Mo Yiran smiles lightly.

HuaQuan was quiet and didn't speak. Her eyes were far away. She didn't know what she was thinking.

"Where can I get food around here? I'm tired of walking."

While swallowing the clouds, Mo Yiran rubbed her arms while asking. The night wind was a little cold. She didn't wear a coat, just a black short sleeved dress.

"I don't know."

Flower spring comes back with your mouth.

Mo Yiran: "

Hua Quan looked sideways at the woman who kept silent and felt funny. He said, "why, I'm too docile at ordinary times. I can't adapt to seeing people who don't go to work? I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm a scum man in private."

Mo Yiran shook his head: "I don't think you are."

HuaQuan asked with a smile, "why? People can't judge by appearance, little sister."

Mo Yiran glanced at him. "I think people are quite accurate."

"Are you still cheated by Han Dao?"

HuaQuan's cold exposure was merciless.

Mo Yiran took a puff from the corner of his eye, glared angrily at the white haired man beside him, and said fiercely, "can you not mention this?"

"Well, well, don't mention it. If you're so angry, the boss should come to me." HuaQuan shrugged his shoulders, then lowered his eyes and said, "do you want a coat?"