President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran drove the car on the road. Whether it was fast or not, her mind was uncertain.

So, a man suddenly came out at the corner in front, and she didn't notice it.

The man who suddenly came out was wearing an old helmet. The windproof cover was not put down, revealing a pair of black eyes and a little cloudy gray.

The skin is not in good condition, waxy yellow, and the old can spread long wrinkles even without a smile, like the dried corpse of dried fruit.

I don't know how long I haven't washed a wrinkled dress. It looks very dirty. The old jeans are also gray. There is dry mud on the trouser legs. A pair of military green lace up shoes are stained with a lot of soil.

It rained here two days ago, and the roads in the fields were muddy.

As soon as I stepped on it, I touched a trouser leg.

Leave it unwashed and dry the next day.

Even if the soil is not washed, after a period of time, if you walk too much, it will naturally fall off, or rub it somewhere else.

The motorcycle under the man's crotch is also quite old. It is a motorcycle style more than ten years ago.

The man's speed was not very fast. He stared calmly at the vehicles coming towards him, as if waiting for something.

Or, you're calculating something.

When Mo Yiran came back to his senses, the slow motorcycle seemed to have hit him.

Mo Yiran was shocked and slammed on the brake.

And the motorcycle also deviated sharply when it was about to hit.

The timing is just right.

He scraped past Mo Yiran's car and made a slight collision sound.

Mo Yiran bumped heavily into the back of the car seat because the car stopped suddenly, and his spine was slightly hurt.

Mo Yiran, who is still in shock, kicks his rough breath. He still doesn't seem to believe it. He almost leads to tragedy again.

With a loud bang outside the car, Mo Yiran suddenly recalled the motorcyclist.

Frightened, she quickly untied her seat belt and got off to check each other's injury.

As soon as she got out of the car, Mo Yiran heard the exaggerated cry of the other party. Her eyes twitched and her heart was bad.

In broad daylight, I met someone who touched China.

However, if Mo Yiran could be more careful, such a thing would not happen.

It's all Jing mowen's fault. He has had accidents driving several times. He doesn't know to remind himself to be careful.

Jing mowen, who was squinting and taking a nap on the plane, itched his nose and sneezed.

"Mr. Jing, have you caught a cold?"

Qingqing sitting in the back was startled when she heard Jing mowen sneezing and asked quickly.

Jing mowen can't be ill. The man is in a bad mood. Their employees are in trouble

"Nothing."

Jing mowen gave a faint reply and looked at the white clouds outside the window. His deep eyes were unfathomable. He couldn't see what he was thinking.

Mo Yiran shakes her head and doesn't think about Jing mowen for the moment. She helps the other party up, apologizes and asks what's wrong with the other party.

Unexpectedly, the other party shook his head and said in a slightly strange voice, "it's okay, little girl, can you help me pick up the car? Uncle is old and can't work hard."

Mo Yiran nodded and helped the other party pick up the car.

The roads here are not asphalt roads, but concrete roads in the countryside.

It seems that the road has been widened again in recent years, the potholes on the road have been filled, and there are very obvious repair marks in the middle.

In a word, this road is relatively spacious.

It is enough for two private cars to pass the road without any problem without going back.

Mo Yiran narrowed her eyes and guessed something in her heart.

The road is so wide that I walk on the right. Even if a private car is coming face-to-face, I don't need to give way, and the other party can drive away directly.

But the motorcycle came head-on.

If the other party is like himself, he is distracted by driving.

If it's at the right corner, it's all right, but it's still a short way from the corner. My car flashes in the sun, and I have to wake up no matter how distracted I am.

Therefore, there is only one possibility that he did it on purpose.

It's just asking for money.

Mo Yiran was too lazy to toss around. After helping the other party pick up the car, he got back into the car and took out his wallet.

"Uncle, I'm really sorry. I'm distracted by driving. Take the money to repair the car and go to the hospital for physical examination."

Mo Yiran opened her wallet as she spoke.

Even if she knew it in her heart, she still smiled.

Without counting, Mo took out all the red bills in his wallet.

"I'm really sorry. I don't have the habit of taking a lot of cash when I go out. Take these first."

Mo Yiran smiled and handed the stack of banknotes to each other.

The other party was obviously stunned. Looking at the money in Mo Yiran's hand, his voice suddenly became louder.

"How interesting!"

As he spoke, he quickly took away the money from Mo Yiran, for fear that Mo Yiran might repent.

Pinch it, about one or two thousand.

He smiled and stuffed the money into the pocket in his arms.

Mo Yiran smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Nothing can be solved with money.

"Uncle, please slow down and I'll go first."

If you are not related, don't give him money. The right should be the spiritual loss fee.

Between strangers, what care do you want?

"Wait."

Mo Yiran was about to turn around and get on the bus, but the other party suddenly shouted at her.

"Anything else?"

Mo Yiran asked.

The other party's helmet just fell to the ground because of a fall.

After picking it up, he didn't put it on again. He hung it on the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.

This is a middle-aged man. He looks 40 or 50. He has a very strange smile on his face.

This smile made Mo Yiran feel deja vu.

Unspeakable pain.

Mo Yiran frowned, held back his unhappiness and waited patiently for the other party to speak.

"Little girl, do you know where there is a public toilet near here?"

Mo Yiran looked around at the fields and some trees along the road and felt funny.

It's not in the city. Where can I find you a public toilet?

Moreover, there is no one around here. A big man, just find a small forest to solve it?

What are you ashamed of?

Affectation.

Or, a bad excuse.

"I don't know."

Mo Yiran smiles lightly.

I have to get back in the car.

She was not interested in knowing what the man wanted to do.

Because it will never be a good thing.

"Wait!"

The other party shouted out eagerly again.

Mo Yiran frowned and didn't intend to pay attention to him.

However, when she opened the door, she suddenly heard a small sound of a broken branch.

There are few people in the countryside, and you may not be able to see a car in the past for more than ten minutes.

So very quiet.

There was no sound except the sound of the wind blowing leaves and the singing of birds.

Therefore, the sound of branches breaking at this moment is particularly loud.

Mo Yiran opened the door and looked around. Her eyes stopped somewhere.

A pinch of black hair was moved by the wind. After a while, it hid quietly.

With a slight pick from the corners of her eyes, she remembered what she had heard in the orphanage just now. The corners of her lips were slightly hooked, which made her feel interesting.

Then, as if he didn't see anything, he narrowed his eyes and threw the door back.

Turn around and ask each other, "is there anything else?"