President spoils the dark wife

"Hello? It's me, um... Are you busy now?"

Mo Yiran leaned against the wall. A man's slightly depressed cough came from the other end of the phone.

"Are you ill?" Mo Yiran frowned.

"Nothing, just a little cold."

Jing mowen answered and then asked, "what's up?"

Mo Yiran was silent for a moment and twisted his eyebrows.

"Ran Ran?"

Mo Yiran opened his thin lips tightly and said, "Mo Wen, I have something to do here. Can you come? HMM... but it's not a big deal. If you're busy, it doesn't matter if you don't come, I..."

"Stop it. Where are you?"

Jing mowen interrupted Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran reported the address and hung up.

The night was blue, and the boundless night dome was dotted with stars, emitting a weak light, as if it would be annihilated at any time.

It seems that there are meteors falling, and it seems that they are just dazzled.

Mo Yiran rubbed his eyes. The night dome was still quiet and could not see any trace.

Thousands of years ago, that was it?

Or was the night sky full of stars at that time?

However, Mo Yiran at this age has no feeling for the illusory thing of meteors.

She will no longer hold her hands tightly on her chest, close her eyes and make a wish in her heart.

There is a bus stop at the front door of the hotel, and there are vehicles from time to time.

Mo Yiran sat quietly in the waiting seat. On the seat next door sat two boys in fashionable clothes. A little couple stood in the front and got tired of it from time to time.

Five or six minutes later, the little couple took the car and left.

In the quiet station, only Mo Yiran sitting next to the two.

Two boys were playing games with their heads down, and from time to time came whispering dirty words.

I don't know how long it took.

Mo Yiran's two cigarettes have been burned out and ashes have fallen all over the ground.

The night wind blows slightly.

“WTF！”

Next door came another angry scolding and the sound of kicking the stop sign.

Mo Yiran glanced slightly and glanced at the irritable boy who stood up and kicked the stop sign, with cold eyebrows and eyes.

Just about to take back his sight, the boy just swept his eyes.

The two looked at each other for a second.

Mo Yiran still didn't stop. He took back his eyes lightly, as if nothing had happened.

Instead, the boy suddenly strode over and said, "sister, borrow a fire."

Mo Yiran looked up at the boy with dull blue hair and handed over the lighter.

"Thanks, sister."

The boy took the lighter and went back to another boy in a hat to light a cigarette.

In this gap, Mo Yiran looked at the time and guessed that Jing mowen was almost here.

Looking up, I saw a Rolls Royce parked in front of me.

The door opened and the man in suit got out of the car and went to Mo Yiran.

The pace is steady, and the handsome face is full of calm color.

Mo Yiran stood up happily. Before he could speak, he was pulled close to him and held him tightly in his arms.

A strong smell of tobacco came to my nose.

Mo Yiran suddenly felt sad.

"Hey! What are you doing? Don't think you can do whatever you want with money, you..."

Seeing this, the boy who borrowed the fire stood up and scolded. As a result, after being stared coldly by Jing mowen, he was stunned and stopped halfway.

Then the boy in the hat who had been sitting dragged the boy with dull blue hair back, whispered to him, and motioned him to pay attention to Mo Yiran's reaction with his eyes.

The boy who borrowed the fire was stunned. Looking at Mo Yiran, he hugged the man's hand and stopped talking.

"Ranran, I miss you so much."

Jing mowen whispered in the woman's ear.

Mo Yiran was silent and didn't reply.

Just more sad.

Jing mowen only smokes when he is anxious and irritable to calm himself down.

Except when he first met, Mo Yiran hadn't smelled such a strong smell of tobacco on Jing mowen for some time.

She said, don't call yourself if you have nothing, so she doesn't have any private space.

But he was worried about himself, but he didn't dare to disturb himself for fear of being angry.

Mo Yiran seems to be able to imagine that Jing mowen often picks up the phone, but suddenly thinks of something like having to put down his mobile phone.

Mo Yiran is pulled into the car by Jing mowen.

"Alas, sister, your lighter..."

The boy who borrowed the fire just now seemed to remember something. As soon as his voice got up, the luxury car had disappeared.

"Well, some people in Rolls Royce still care about this lighter?"

The boy in the hat came over and patted his partner on the back.

"Don't you think she's beautiful?"

The boy who borrowed the fire looked at the distant car and said foolishly.

The hat boy sneered: "there are no ugly women around the luxury car."

The boy who borrowed the fire couldn't listen. He looked down at the lighter in his hand and said regretfully, "unfortunately, I don't know her name yet."

"Ran Ran."

"What?"

The boy in the hat shook his head and sighed, "the man asked her to dye just now."

"Oh, Ranran..."

"You're really stunned. You won't have to frame the lighter and collect it after you go back?"

"Good idea."

"Psychosis."

"You don't understand the charm of mature women."

"Mature women are the same as uncle. They are just playing with their next year's love. Maybe one day you will meet her and be kept. You see, her man is so rich."

"I'd love to."

The hat boy was stunned, stretched out his hand and patted his companion on the head: "don't dream, let's go!"

The car stopped in a quiet street.

The man steadied the car and didn't speak.

The car is a little silent without oil.

Mo Yiran carefully looked at Jing mowen and thought he was angry.

Angry with what he said before, he broke his heart.

After being silent for a while, Mo Yiran suddenly smiled: "why don't you talk? I haven't been in touch for a few days, so I can't divide it?"

Mo Yiran turned his head and looked at the man's handsome and angular face. He wanted to say something to adjust the atmosphere.

"Huh?"

Mo Yiran sat up straight, moved forward slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch the man's face.

However, the man grabbed her hand and leaned over to kiss her.

The overbearing and deep kiss makes people intoxicated, suffocating and want to get stuck in it.

One hand of the man pressed on the back of the woman's head, and the other hand held the woman's Lingding back.

One day's absence is like three autumn days.

If every other day, three autumn.

With Jing mowen's deep kiss, Mo Yiran's eyes shed tears.

The yearning in my heart broke out like a flood and was as fierce as a beast.

Mo Yiran felt that after getting married, she would have to face Jing mowen day and night. She was afraid that it would be difficult to have a free day, so she asked not to meet before marriage.

However, until now, Mo Yiran found that when he was alone, he was not necessarily free and happy.

In fact, she misses him very much.