President spoils the dark wife

After eating, Mo Yiran bought another pack of cigarettes and lighter, and then went back with HuaQuan.

On the empty street, there was no one except Mo Yiran and HuaQuan.

This generation is also a rich area, and public security is relatively safer than other places.

Although it is not completely safe, it can at least eliminate most people who have no moral bottom line.

"I want to see the stars on the rooftop."

Suddenly, HuaQuan with a large plastic bag beside him looked at the blue sky and said slowly.

"The top floor of the hotel is the open-air bar."

Mo Yiran was suddenly excited and looked at HuaQuan with bright eyes.

"While Jing mowen sleeps to death, go! There's no chance after tonight."

The eyes of the woman beside her are bright, like two Obsidian stones.

HuaQuan looked at her and suddenly smiled: "I don't mean this. I mean, I miss the days when we looked at the stars on the rooftop when we were students. At that time, we often slipped out from the back mountain to wrap the night or do other things that we should do at night. We usually came back at dawn, but sometimes we would come back early and climb to the rooftop of the teaching building to look at the stars or the dormitory building."

"Aren't you the son of a rich family? How can you live in a school dormitory when you are delicate and expensive?"

Mo Yiran feels incredible.

"We are a private school with four people in a room and a small living room. The environment is good. What do you think?"

Hua Quan stared at Mo Yiran.

Don't turn your head and don't talk.

"Mo Yiran, in fact, I used to know you."

HuaQuan said suddenly.

Mo Yiran didn't give him one, but gave him a faint "Oh", as if he had known for a long time. He wasn't surprised at all.

Now HuaQuan was not happy. He frowned, walked in front of Mo Yiran, blocked her way, and asked, "why aren't you surprised?"

Mo Yiran smiled: "you not only know me, but also Baisheng cigarette?"

Then he crossed the man in front and continued to walk back.

HuaQuan was even more surprised. He strode to catch up with Mo Yiran, followed the woman, looked down at her with interest and asked, "how do you know? Did you know me before? But I clearly remember that we didn't meet."

At this moment, HuaQuan has faded its usual pride, loneliness and coldness, and there is no bitterness. A mouth is a machine gun shooting tragedy.

He became very docile, like an innocent curious baby, chasing Mo Yiran and asking questions, as if he was interested in everything.

Mo Yiran looks back at HuaQuan.

HuaQuan's white split hair is slightly curled. The cool moonlight makes his white skin almost transparent. His facial features are delicate and delicate, his eyelashes are long and curly, and his eyes are big, like a newborn baby.

Thin lips slightly pursed.

Just quietly watching Mo Yiran, waiting for an answer.

Mo Yiran smiled as she walked and said, "you asked two questions in a row. Which one do you want me to answer?"

"Then answer one by one."

Hua Quan blinked and felt that Mo Yiran was very retarded to ask this question.

"I'm not surprised you know me, and I guess you know ah Yan at the same time. It's because we were famous beauties in several famous schools in city a at that time. The circle was so large. It's not unusual for a fool like you to recognize us."

Mo Yiran raised her eyebrows and said, as if she had returned to her school days. She was not a 26 year old adult, but a 15-year-old girl.

Even the pace was brisk.

She remembered something, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and then said.

"I remember when a grass maniac from your school came to the gate of our school and took a large bunch of carnations to confess to ah Yan. He said that ah Yan was especially like his dead mother, which made him feel safe and kind. Ah Yan was almost mad at that time. He stuffed carnations into the mouth of the mentally retarded man, and we laughed for several days."

"How can you do this? It's too much to put flowers in people's mouths!"

HuaQuan was filled with righteous indignation.

Don't be stiff with a smile.

Then he saw HuaQuan frowning and said fiercely, "if I were at the scene, I would wait for him to finish the flowers. If I didn't swallow them, I would beat him until his dead mother didn't know him! If I still had a sense of kindness, I would let him taste the power of mother's love!"

Mo Yiran's smiling face is going to rot.

"Smile, stop smiling and answer my second question!"

HuaQuan asked calmly.

He didn't find anything funny. Isn't that normal?

If you encounter mental retardation, you should solve it with violence.

It can only be told to those literate and lovely primary school girls.

What do rough men and dead fat houses know?

"Oh, to be exact, we don't know you, we know your father."

HuaQuan: "

"You know how powerful ah Yan is now. Although she doesn't compete with Jing mowen, she is also a big man with a fortune of more than one billion. This is due to her contacts and economic mind. I have played with her since childhood. I like art and literature, and she likes finance. When I was reading books to hurt spring and autumn, she was studying black school and financial storm. I didn't know at that time What means does smoke make? Just let your father's boss personally receive her a little girl. "

HuaQuan: "

"At that time, if we were in your house once, your father would point to the photos in the living room and tell us that this is Gouzi HuaQuan, which is the same age, so we can have more exchanges in the future."

HuaQuan: "which picture?"

"The one where you wear open crotch pants."

HuaQuan: "

"And you saw the way you wore women's clothes when you were a teenager."

HuaQuan held his forehead in pain: "the world is not worth it."

Don't laugh more happily with ran.

The laughter lasted a long time before it stopped. Mo Yiran looked up at the sky. Suddenly, the tip of his nose was sour and some tears were in his eyes: "it's nice to be young. Why... Ten years have passed without paying attention?"

HuaQuan didn't feel so sad: "it's a long life for people who live in poverty and a short life for people who live in moisture. Let's... Be content..."

Mo Yiran pursed his lips and smiled with a touch of sadness: "who can be happy all his life? Who can be poor all his life? All the choices are in his own hands. The rich enjoy them. Why don't the poor think about why you are poor?"

HuaQuan sneered: "because capitalists are controlling the balance of money, they will never allow everyone to be rich."

"So the flower house fell down. Does it have anything to do with anyone?"

Mo Yiran asked casually. She didn't see that after asking this question, the HuaQuan behind her had a sudden and cruel look.

Just for a moment, when Mo Yiran looked back, HuaQuan still had a dead face.

With Qingao who needs to be beaten.

"The flower family fell. My father was useless and was plotted against."

HuaQuan has dull eyebrows and eyes.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, but the sky was still dark and the light still needed to wait.

Don't worry.

It's time to come. It'll come sooner or later.

"You said, why do the rich like the poor? Then Jing mowen fell in love with you, but I was bankrupt. Why didn't I meet a rich woman?"

HuaQuan suddenly asked.

"Because you're not poor enough."

Don't answer with a calm answer.