President spoils the dark wife

"Yan binwei!"

Bai Shengyan roared angrily and turned and walked over.

However, after the roar, the corners of her mouth twitched.

Where his eyes reached, Yan binwei leaned half against the railing.

At this moment, holding a cigarette in his hand, his sexy thin lips are slightly open, and a wisp of light white smoke is overflowing.

The man was wearing a white shirt. He looked at Bai Sheng, who was wearing a bathrobe and carrying a Chinese Yingluo spear on his shoulder. He smoked at the corners of his mouth.

Now the brown haired and blue eyed man next to Yan binwei, who is almost the same shape as Yan binwei, is stunned and stunned.

He held the cigarette, his slender and white hand trembled slightly, and a kind of vigilance and fear burst out in his beautiful green eyes, like a weak girl seeing an alien intruder, but the intruder was unexpectedly handsome.

"Ah Yan, it's cold at night. I don't wear more when I come out."

Yan binwei is also a person who has experienced great storms.

Moreover, he had a deep understanding of the vigorous strength of Baisheng cigarette a few years ago.

Although he hasn't fought with Bai Shengyan for some time, he won't mess with himself now.

At this moment, Yan binwei raised a gentle smile and looked at Bai Shengyan with a smile.

Bai Shengyan looked at the foreign handsome man and couldn't help looking more.

Then Yan binwei's face sank.

Bai Shengyan returned to his senses, and the fierce look on his face dissipated. He walked to Yan binwei with a smile and took down the long gun on his shoulder silently.

She put her long gun up in front of Yan binwei, then put her hand on Yan binwei's shoulder with a warm spring breeze, and said with a smile: "fortunately, by the way, who is this foreign friend? Introduction?"

"The friend I just met, Jason, can speak a little Chinese."

Yan binwei smiled, unwilling to introduce.

"Jason, Hello, I'm Bai Sheng Yan. Just call me ah Yan."

Bai Shengyan held out his hand to the foreign handsome man with great enthusiasm.

Yan Bin Wei frowned slightly.

Jason also warmly shook Bai Shengyan's hand and said in less fluent Chinese, "Hello, you are very beautiful."

"Thank you. You have a good eye."

Bai Shengyan takes the opportunity to bully others. The Chinese of foreign handsome men is not very good. He is constantly narcissistic.

"Ah Yan, why don't you sleep more? You have to get up early tomorrow morning."

Yan binwei looked at the hands of the two people and coughed.

Bai Sheng stopped smoking, took back his hand and said with a smile, "nothing, just bought a long gun and brought it to you to see if it looks good."

Yan binwei narrowed her eyes, smiled and rubbed the smooth and beautiful hair with white smoke, and said very gently: "my little baby picked it, of course it's the best to see."

"Yes."

Bai Shengyan smiled softly.

Jason: "

"But how do I think this long gun looks familiar?"

Jason blinked his blue eyes, looked quite simple and asked in doubt.

As soon as the voice fell, several big men in suits rushed out at the corner next to them. They looked warily at Bai Shengyan with a long gun in his hand and angrily said, "put the gun down!"

Bai Shengyan: "

Yan binwei: "

Jason: "

Ranran must not know about it, or she will jump from upstairs laughing.

Bai Shengyan thought.

However, later, there was still a leak. Not only Mo Yiran knew, but even Jing mowen knew that Bai Shengyan was so vicious when he took away the weapons in the hands of the statue soldiers of others. He frightened the security guards who were staring at the monitoring that Bai Shengyan thought he was a terrorist, and then brought a group of people to catch people

The next day, Mo Yiran got up early and met a man when he went downstairs to have buffet breakfast.

At that time, Mo Yiran had no make-up and was bleary eyed, holding a plate with the a freshly baked hot muffin.

She simply rinsed her mouth, patted her face with water and came down.

It's still early. It's only seven o'clock. After she wants to eat, she goes upstairs and sleeps for a while.

"Hi!"

Mo Yiran's shoulder was slapped fiercely from behind.

This heavy blow was enough to see the excitement of the other party, and then Mo Yiran's hazy sleep was completely scattered.

He shook his hand, turned around, looked at the person in front of him, blinked, slightly tilted his head, frowned, looked at each other with a little doubt.

Brown hair and blue eyes, foreigner?

"It's me! We met in the middle of the night yesterday!"

The foreigner spoke loudly in Chinese.

Then it quickly attracted the attention of the people around it.

Don't smoke at the corners of your eyes. I'm glad it's not at home.

These foreigners should not understand Chinese.

"You..."

Mo Yiran frowned slightly and looked at the people in front carefully.

"It was last night! We met. How can you forget me? I'm so sad!"

Mo Yiran: "

She remembered.

It's the foreigner she met in the corridor last night.

At that time, Mo Yiran recognized the wrong person and shouted at the back of the smoking man.

Seeing the wrong person, she hurried away.

So I only remember that the other party is a foreign man. I hurried without looking at the other party's face.

But she remembered the figure of the man.

"It's you. Hello."

Mo Yiran smiled at the other party.

She was really impulsive last night.

This man is only twenty-eight at most.

She admitted her mistake.

"Last night, I saw Miss Fang. I can't forget it. I can't sleep all night!"

The handsome foreign guy put out his hand with a bright smile and said a shocking word.

Don't dye your face with a smile.

But I was thinking that this foreign handsome man was poisoned by Chinese ancient words.

However, Mo Yiran is glad that he was poisoned by ancient words, not current words.

If it is now

Mo Yiran imagined it.

The handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes narrowed his blue eyes slightly, his sexy lips were full of evil charm, and his slightly deep voice exuded charming charm.

"Ah, you damn goblin."

"Woman, you succeeded in attracting my attention."

"You're playing with fire."

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Mo Yiran shivered and was about to stretch out his hand.

But he suddenly put a hand on his shoulder. The clear smell of tobacco is like the fog in the cold night of late autumn.

It won't take a moment.

The right hand that Yiran was about to stretch out was also wrapped by the man's big hand, which was very warm.

His voice was a little jealous.

"Ranran, who is this? No introduction?"

Mo Yiran: "

Here comes the overbearing president.

Look up, facing the man's line of sight.

Slightly hooked lips, but no smile.