President spoils the dark wife

After returning to the hotel, HuaQuan sent Mo Yiran to the door and watched Mo Yiran brush his room card before he left.

He was afraid that Mo Yiran would turn around and run to the top floor bar. If something happened later, Jing mowen must find him.

He is a cautious man.

Mo Yiran went back to his room. Seeing that Jing mowen was still sleeping, he withdrew again.

She just went out to have a cold wind and ate. She really couldn't sleep.

Looked at the time.

It's only four ten.

A few hours before dawn.

And Jing mowen may not get up at dawn. He may sleep until nine o'clock.

Before that, the first person to wake up had always been Jing mowen. Mo Yiran had no one around every time she woke up.

Sometimes Jing mowen goes to the company, and sometimes Jing mowen will make his best breakfast - boiled eggs and hot milk, waiting for him to eat together.

Mo Yiran went to the balcony, lit a cigarette, leaned against the stone railing pole of the balcony, overlooking the prosperous exotic city.

Because the floor is so high, Mo Yiran can't see the occasional pedestrians under the building. He can only see the mountains and lakes in the distance.

In the dark night, those flashing neon lights are like stars in the sky, dotted and bright.

Mo Yiran dusted the ash. He couldn't remember his dream clearly. He could only vaguely think of some fragments.

She became calm.

Sometimes, forgetting is the most comfortable.

Yiran remembers that when she was a child, she was fascinated by online novels, which was the kind of crossing.

She remembered a sadistic article, which was very sadistic. Although she wanted to come to the article now, she was very mentally retarded, but she didn't feel it at that time and cried. Bai Shengyan once thought Mo Yiran was depressed, and almost bound Mo Yiran's friends to the mental hospital while the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Yiran remembers that it seems that the male master inside knows that he is dying and the time is running out. He doesn't want the female master to be sad. Then he goes to ask an expert for medicine. As long as he takes the medicine, all things about him can be forgotten, just as there has never been this person in her life.

Later, the hostess ate it unconsciously.

Taking advantage of the woman's fainting, the man took the woman to the Imperial Palace and gave it to man 2. He asked man 2 to take good care of the woman, and then ran out to die.

But it's a shame that the man survived

Don't die if you don't die. Of course, you have to run back to the hostess.

Mo Yiran just finished crying because the female owner lost his memory and was happy to see here. As a result, the author wrote that the female owner loved the second man because of her memory loss, and hated the appearance of the male owner. The second man also locked the male owner up

Mo Yiran cried again.

Later, it was hard for the female Lord to remember. As a result, the male Lord found that he was not completely well, but only reflected back, and then he died. The female Lord was heartbroken, cried too much, vomited a mouthful of blood and died.

Mo Yiran was depressed for a long time because of that novel.

If you don't want to eat, go to the happy time in the first half of the novel.

Then one day, Mo Yiran suddenly found that there was a second novel.

It seems that because the ending is too cruel, an emotional reader sent a blade to the author

The beginning of the second part is that the men and women wake up in a fairy palace in the sky. Looking back, it turns out that everything is love robbery

What's more, the real body of the female Lord is actually a male immortal, and she is still a couple with the vicious female junior who has experienced love robbery in the world

Then don't hit your mobile phone with anger and never touch online novels again.

What a fucking hole!

You might as well die.

one finished , all is finished.

In a word, Mo Yiran thinks that the abuse point lies in the loss of memory of the female owner and the inability to remember the male owner.

Mo Yiran thinks it's the memory of the hostess. Why do you say you forget?

At that time, Mo Yiran just felt that if she loved someone deeply, she should bear it in mind, be loyal and no longer have anything to do with others, even if she was widowed all her life?

But now, Mo Yiran's thought has changed.

It's too painful to love someone.

People only have a short life.

Isn't it foolish to let yourself be depressed all day and depressed from now on?

In this world, there are many other beautiful things besides love.

In life, fame and wealth are just for life.

Live well, eat well, sleep well

Seemingly ordinary, in fact, it is the most difficult.

With a long sigh, Yiran turned around and bumped into a warm embrace.

A warm big hand touched his cool hand, and the smoke at his fingertips was taken away and extinguished.

Mo Yiran took a step back, raised his hand and touched the hurt forehead. He looked up and stared at the tall man in front of him.

"When did you come?"

Jing mowen hung his eyes and his voice was a little heavy: "from the time you lit a cigarette."

Mo Yiran looked at the man's handsome face and suddenly smiled.

Jing mowen is wearing a nightgown.

Mo Yiran jumped into the man's arms. The corner of her lip tilted and stretched out a cold little hand blown by the cold wind into the man's bathrobe.

From the neckline, I felt the strong and tight muscles in front of the man's chest.

Mo Yiran could clearly feel the man shivering.

It can be seen how cold Mo Yiran's hands are.

There was still a trace of sleepiness in the original scene and ink, so Mo Yi's cold hand stimulated him.

"It's so warm."

Don't look at the man with a bad smile.

Jing mowen didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Yiran faintly.

Mo Yiran sees the man's eyebrows frown and thinks he's angry.

Shen Shen's eyes, smile slightly restrained, lonely face, want to take back his hand.

She forgot that Jing mowen can't joke.

However, before her hand was fully extended, the man in front suddenly untied the belt of his bathrobe, revealing his perfect flesh.

"What are you doing? Playing hooligans!"

Don't dye your face red.

Although the mouth said to play hooligans, but the eyes were still very honest and motionless, staring at the man's muscles.

Jingmo Wen's lips were filled with a faint smile. Then, he first pulled the woman in front of him close to his arms, then opened his bathrobe with both hands and wrapped the woman all at once.

Mo Yiran blinked. You're welcome.

Reached out and hugged the man tightly.

Her cold little hand tightly hugged the man's waist, her cool face stuck to the man's strong chest, and the tip of her nose was full of the taste exclusive to Jingmo.

The man felt the cold little hands of the woman in his arms gradually covering the heat and smiled slightly.

"Jing mowen, it's nice to meet you."

Mo Yiran suddenly opens his mouth.

Jing mowen smelled the speech and his ears were slightly red.

He didn't say much, just a dull "um".

"I used to think that a person is very good. Anyway, he has money, where he wants to go, what he wants to eat. Men are useless. Until he meets you... Until he meets you..."

The woman stuck to the man's chest, closed her eyes and whispered, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Jing mowen didn't know. Mo Yiran didn't finish his words.

Mo Yiran silently said the love words she was embarrassed to say in her heart.

"Until I met you, you gave me love, protection and dependence, so that I didn't have to live so tired, so that I could trust a person wholeheartedly, and let me learn to love. Jing mowen, thank you. Meeting you is wasting my luck in this life."