President spoils the dark wife

Yiran lowers his head and sees the paper bag in Jing mowen's hand. He raises his head and bites his lip awkwardly: "sorry, I blame you."

Then he grabbed the big and small paper bags in Jing mowen's hand, went back to the room, and then threw them on the door.

Yesterday, her dress was spilled with wine, and she saw the fluorescent agent mixed on her clothes in the dark. It seems that the power failure and trouble last night were all premeditated.

After changing into the clothes bought by Jing mowen, he washed his face and teeth with the toiletries he just bought.

About ten minutes later, Yiran walks to the table and quietly looks at Jing mowen who is drinking porridge.

Jing mowen noticed Mo Yiran's gaze and looked up at her indifferent eyes.

He stretched out his hand towards the opposite seat and said, "sit down."

Yiran hung her eyes and sat opposite the square table.

In front of me is a packed eight treasure porridge.

Yiran opened the package and said, "what happened later?"

Jing mowen naturally knew what Mo Yiran meant, and didn't beat around the bush. He said bluntly, "what should be comforted, what should be compensated."

"You know I don't mean that." Yiran dug up a spoon of porridge and frowned slightly.

"Have a meal first. What can I do after dinner?"

Jing mowen raised his hand to look at his watch and said quietly.

Yiran is really hungry and drinks porridge obediently.

Half drunk and full, she began to observe the house.

The decoration is very simple. The whole is Chinese style, elegant and solemn.

I raised my eyebrows with dye. Chinese ones are very expensive.

"Is this your home?"

Jing mowen gave a faint "um" in response.

"It's quite tasteful." Yiran casually boasted. After boasting, Yiran lowered his head and began to concentrate on porridge. Yiran didn't realize it. He sat opposite Jingmo Wen and smiled on his lips.

When the porridge was almost finished, the doorbell rang.

Jing mowen goes to open the door.

"Oh, Miss Mo is here, too. You know, Han Moyuan's three families are going crazy looking for you."

Jing mowen and Gu Xiu came in one after another.

Gu Xiu raised his eyebrows in surprise at the moment he saw Yiran, and then gently put the kraft paper bag in his hand on the table.

When Yiran saw Gu Xiu, he didn't respond. He looked cold: "really? Let them find it. Maybe some of them will be happier if they can't find me."

Gu Xiu smelled the speech, looked back and looked at Jing mowen, then turned his head and said, "what do you know?"

Yiran didn't answer him, but quietly looked at the brown paper bag Gu Xiu put on the table, meditated and didn't speak.

"Mo Wen, Chen Yu deliberately picked up trouble last night. During the scuffle, I found that the old thing of the yuan family blocked a bench for Yan binwei. I suspect that the yuan family is obedient to us on the surface, but secretly has something to do with Yan. We have to guard against him."

Gu Xiu didn't avoid anything because Mo Yiran was present. He said this to Jing mowen and left.

"What feud do you have with Yan Shi? Can you be so careful?"

Yiran didn't want to interrupt, but she frowned when she heard them mention Yan binwei.

Yan binwei and Bai Shengyan have almost reached the point of talking about marriage. Jing mowen is not a good stubble, and Yan binwei is not easy to provoke. The two sides are opposed. In fact, she is very blocked.

If something happens to Yan binwei, Bai Shengyan will be hurt. Doesn't she have to cry, sleep and go crazy again?

Recalling the scene where Bai Shengyan and Yan binwei had a conflict in the past, Yiran suddenly had two big heads. She had a headache and helped her forehead with an instinctive sigh.

"I forgot. You are very close to Yan binwei. Should I guard against you?"

Jing mowen saw that ran spoke for Yan binwei. His face suddenly sank. With a black face, he went to the table, picked up the kraft paper bag and opened it with a strange sneer.

"You can eat at random, but you can't talk at random." Yiran frowned after smelling the speech: "you can say I'm close to anyone, but you can't slander me and Yan binwei!"

With dye's seriousness, Jing mowen was stunned. Then he smiled: "it seems that your sisters are deeply in love."

Yiran tightened his fist, got up and crossed the scenery ink.

When passing by, she glanced at him lightly and said, "anyway, thank you Mr. Jing last night, but I'm not a liar. I hope I can meet less or less in the future, and I'd better never see him again."

Words fall, go out and leave.

Jing mowen ignored Mo Yiran's words, but wholeheartedly focused on the content of kraft paper.

……

Out of the door, Mo Yiran had just passed a corner, but a voice suppressing a smile sounded faintly behind her.

"Miss Mo, you are ruthless."