President spoils the dark wife

"Aren't you afraid to call you old?"

Qiao Yuanli narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

Mo Yiran collected his eyes and didn't care. He just looked at Qiao Yuanli's glasses and asked, "are you short-sighted?"

"Myopia?" Qiao Yuanli raised his eyebrows, then shook his head: "no, it just looks more mature."

Qiao Yuanli pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and thought of something. He looked at Mo Yiran's forest fog and said, "by the way, what do you want to do with a beautiful brother here this big night?"

Lin Wu didn't speak.

Mo Yiran smiled and patted him on the shoulder. Then he said, "buy a small animal. Just remember that you have a pet shop and come to take care of your business."

Yi Ran answered with a smile, and then said, "by the way, this beautiful little brother in your mouth is an assistant I hired half a month ago. His name is Lin Wu. Don't get me wrong. When you go out and talk nonsense, Jing mowen comes to play and lecture me. I can't explain clearly."

"If you dare to bring it out when you can't explain clearly, Miss Mo is really upset."

Mo Yiran's voice just fell, but he heard a familiar voice.

Mo Yiran was startled. Looking at the sound, he found that the man was sitting not far away. He hadn't found it after coming in for so long.

"Why are you here?"

Mo Yiran looked at the man with coffee in one hand and teasing the cat in the other, and asked expressionless.

"I've been here all the time, but Miss Mo's eyes are not good."

The man in the Chinese button up shirt didn't even look back. His voice was clear and cold, as if he was going to freeze people to death.

The silver hair and the white cat in his arms complement each other. When the fantasy girl sees this situation, she is afraid that she will inevitably think about it.

This white haired beauty, isn't it the white cat?

Mo Yiran is too lazy to talk to Qi He. He doesn't want to know what he's doing here. He turns around and says to Qiao Yuanli, "are there any small animals like chinchillas or rabbits here? Or you recommend them to boys."

As soon as Mo Yiran's voice fell, Qiao Yuanli heard Qi He sneer before he could say anything.

It was snorted with contempt.

"If Mr. Qi's nose itches, I'll give him a snuff bottle. Don't just hum like a little pig."

Mo Yiran has a bad temper recently. She can't stand those strange tones. She's going back now.

After hearing the sound, Qi he teased the cat's hand for a meal, and then slowly turned around. A pair of cold eyes looked at Mo Yiran coldly and said, "Mo Yiran, the mouth is cheap. It's a disease and can be cured."

Mo Yiran also looked back coldly and put his hands around his chest. "Qi He, paranoia is also a disease. If you are free to sour me here, you might as well go back and take good care of your cousin."

As soon as Qi he heard this, his face became gloomy again.

"Well, well, don't be sarcastic. One is a wife and the other is a brother. How difficult it is for Mr. Jing to make trouble between you two."

Qiao Yuanli came out to be a peacemaker.

"Oh, wife, I almost forgot."

Qi He put down his coffee cup, held the cat in his arms, and walked over as he spoke.

Walking to the front and back of the heel, the cool sight swept Mo Yi up and down, obliquely hooked the corner of his lips and said, "you look OK, although you're a little worse than my brother."

No one has ever said that Mo Yiran looks OK and Mo Yiran is proud of his face.

OK, your sister!

Mo Yiran's smile is deeper. Just because Qi He's OK, Mo Yiran can't get along well with him.

This man picked on her from the beginning.

"But it's just a tool to carry on the family line. It's not so important."

Qi He sneered.

Mo Yiran listens and looks a little ugly.

But Yiran soon regained her senses. Instead of getting angry, she smiled at Qi He and said: "Your face looks really good. I heard that Li Ji likes beautiful children and doesn't really feel much about men. Tut tut tut...... with such a face, ha ha, no wonder Li Ji is chasing you. Men are just a tool for carrying on the family line."

"You..."

Qi He bit his teeth and stared at Mo Yiran with his clear and beautiful eyes.

Finally, Qi and Leng hum, put the cat in their hands into Qiao Yuanli's arms, who watched the play for a long time, and then left quickly.

"Ranran, it's awesome. You're angry with Qi He."

Qiao Yuanli looked at Qihe's back, who left without looking back, and praised Mo Yiran with admiration.

"Who told him to answer me."

Don't take it lightly.

"Forget the business. Where's the little animal?"

Qiao Yuanli smiled, "come with me."

Mo Yiran followed Lin Wu.

"By the way, I saw a dismantled Maserati outside just now. What's the situation with that car?"

Mo Yiran asked casually as she walked.

"The car has been parked there for a year. I heard that the owner of the car forgot to drive away because he was too busy. A year later, even the horn was stolen."

Qiao yuan put his hand in his pants pocket and replied with a light smile.

"My heart is so big. I haven't seen Jing mowen forget his car. He's a baby."

Qiao Yuanli heard the speech and smiled: "it's different. Your husband's car is the top of a villa. Naturally, you can't throw it away."

Don't smile without talking.

Finally, Mo Yiran picked two little chinchillas from Qiao Yuanli and took them away.

If it is Tiandu to meet Qi he just now, Mo Yiran is more upset by the woman she meets next.

The woman is wearing a lotus pink dress, her hair is scattered on her shoulders, soft and soft, her white face is wearing exquisite makeup, and her high-heeled shoes look ten centimeters, but the woman steps very steadily and doesn't mean to fall at all.

And in the woman's arms, holding a black cat.

"Mr. Qiao, please help me look at my cat. What do you eat and vomit these days? What's the matter..."

Yuan Nuo started shouting as soon as she entered the door. Before she finished her words, she ran into Mo Yiran who was coming out of the door.

She was stunned, then smiled at Mo Yiran, nodded to say hello, and then strode into the store.

Mo Yiran looks back and his eyes are slightly narrowed.

"Sister Ranran, what's the matter?"

Lin Wu, who followed him with a cage in his hand, asked when Mo Yiran didn't move.

Mo Yiran looked at the wilting black cat in Yuan Nuo's hand, and his face was expressionless.

For a long time, she shook her head: "nothing, let's go."

Then he turned and left.

Forest fog followed.

After Mo Yiran turned and left, the black cat in Yuan Nuo's arms seemed to feel something. He forced himself to look up, but only saw a shadowy back.

The night was vast and the floating clouds disappeared.

More and more blurred.