President spoils the dark wife

"Sister ran?"

Seeing Mo Yiran stunned, ah Qing stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran regained his mind, returned his mobile phone to ah Qing and said, "work hard, don't be lazy, I'll go."

A Qing took the cell phone, looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and turned away, shrugged casually.

"Lin Wu, get ready and go out with me."

Mo Yiran shouted.

"OK, come right away!"

Lin Wu answered.

Mo Yiran came out this time and saw that the customer was a rich woman.

A woman was very beautiful when she was young. She married a rich old man early. On the night of her wedding, the old man was surprised and died because the woman was too beautiful.

Then the lucky woman inherited all the old man's property.

The old man has no children, and the rich woman is even more lawless. She often brazenly dates all kinds of small fresh meat.

But at this time, people are nearly middle-aged and have become plump, but there is still a charm between eyebrows and eyes.

"Tip or business card, choose one, young man."

When the rich woman opposite cast her hot eyes on the forest fog around Mo Yiran for countless times, she was finally ready to do it.

Mo Yiran has no doubt that the reason why the rich woman came to take care of her business and ordered a large number of desserts again and again is that the drunken man's intention is not wine.

Through the emptiness of business, he actually came to Lin Wu.

Lin Wu looked at the two things in the rich woman's hand and almost cried.

His hand under the table gently pulled Mo Yiran's sleeve, looked at Mo Yiran with a pitiful look, and asked Mo Yiran for help.

Mo Yiran just drank a cup of coffee like a smile and didn't talk much.

"Young man, is it difficult to choose?"

The rich woman smiled again, and this time after the voice fell, Lin Wu felt that his leg suddenly wrapped around a foot.

Lin Wu was frozen. His eyes moved rigidly and looked under the table. He was seeing a foot wearing black silk rubbing gently along his lower legs.

Lin Wu's heart missed a beat fiercely, his eyes turned over and his body softened. He almost fainted and fell on the table.

Thanks to Mo Yiran's sharp eyes, he quickly held his shoulder.

Then Mo Yiran reached out and took the 100 yuan tip from the rich woman.

Seeing this, the rich woman on the other side slightly raised her eyebrows. She was still smiling, but she was a little cold: "Ranran, what do you mean?"

"I'm his boss, so I'll help him make a choice."

Mo Yiran narrowed her eyes and smiled.

Seeing the rich woman's face getting more and more ugly, Mo Yiran suddenly pulled the poor forest fog into his arms, stretched out a hand and gently patted the man on the shoulder, and then touched his soft black hair.

There was a very sad look on the beautiful and delicate face.

"Mrs. Wang, you may not know that this child has been short of maternal love since childhood. He grew up in a boys' school and is not interested in women at all... Poor child, he couldn't find a job after graduation because of his special sexual orientation. If he didn't meet me, the child would starve to death on the street... Poor child, God bless you..."

Mo Yiran patted Lin Wu's back gently. His eyes were red and tears were about to flow out.

The rich woman opposite doesn't study well when she is young. She has a bad mind. Her biggest hobby is falling in love and eating, drinking and having fun. In fact, she is very simple. Even at this age, she is still easy to cheat.

Hearing Mo Yiran's tearful performance, she couldn't help crying.

She took out her handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then took out a handful of red bills from her wallet. Mo Yiran and Lin Wu's eyes were straight.

"Poor child, is your family poor? It must be hard to wander outside these years. Take the money and buy more beautiful clothes."

"How interesting is that? Take it back quickly, Mrs. Wang..."

Lin Wu is also a man with dignity. He was insulted by Mo Yiran just now in order to muddle through in front of Wang Fupo, so he had to hold back his inner complaints and didn't resist.

But how can he take a woman's money?

He's not kept!

However, before Lin Wu, who had just sat up straight, said no, Mo Yiran pulled him into his arms again, and covered his mouth tightly with one hand so that he couldn't speak.

"What's so funny, Mrs. Wang? Then we Lin Wu might as well obey orders, hehe..."

Lin Wu: "

"By the way, I remember seeing a white little boy when I went back to your company. What's his name, ah Qing?"

Wang Fupo was soon not sad. She looked fierce when she remembered something.

Mo Yiran took a puff from the corner of his eye, and then held Lin Wu tighter and burst into tears.

"Mrs. Wang, you don't know. Ah Qing, the child, he... He is Lin Wu's lover... It's really not easy for them to come together after ups and downs!"

"Sister Ranran, you... Huh!"

Lin Wu couldn't bear it. He wanted to refute. Just after saying three words, he was dyed on his waist by Mo Yi. He pinched it hard.

The pain is so painful that I can't speak at all.

"Well..."

Wang Fupo is rather lonely.

Mo Yiran was relieved. As a result, Wang Fupo opposite suddenly stretched out two hands to Mo Yiran.

Tip in one hand and business card in the other, smiling.

"Ranran, tip or business card?"

Mo Yiran's mouth twitched.

Shit!

The old woman won't eat all men, women, old and young as long as she looks good, will she?

Forget it, they are all women anyway. This woman can't do anything about herself. She has to make money in the future.

Mo Yiran sighed and was about to get his business card.

However, a big hand with distinct bones took the business card first.

Looking up, the man's angular and handsome face came into view.

Mo Yiran was slightly surprised to see the visitor.

The man just smiled at Mo Yiran mildly, then looked at the rich woman and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wang, this lady has a master of famous flowers."

This time, Wang Fupo was surprised and didn't show her face.

But soon Mo Yiran knew the answer.

"It's master Cui. I haven't seen you for a long time."

Wang Fupo smiled.

This smile is totally different from the look in Lin Wu Mo Yiran's eyes just now.

Wang Fupo's smile now looks less scattered and more rigorous than just now.

Feelings are known.

Mo Yiran picked his eyebrows, his face unchanged, let go of the forest fog, picked up the coffee pot not far away and continued a cup of coffee for himself.

While drinking, Mo Yiran thought in his heart.

Why do you meet Cui biejun at dinner every time?

And every time they are unhappy.

It's wonderful.