President spoils the dark wife

Mo Yiran and Cui Liji hurried back. As soon as Mo Yiran returned, he saw Jing mowen sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs cocked.

The man's eyes and eyebrows were smooth, and he drank slowly with a cup of tea in his hand.

If the man was not still wearing a suit, Mo Yiran would almost think that a serious prince was wearing in ancient times to force the palace to seize the throne.

After drinking this tea, you can pull out the long sword and order thousands of troops to be killed.

Mo Yiran and Cui Liji suddenly stopped and looked at each other.

Then Mo Yiran went over and looked at Jing mowen for a while, then stretched out his finger and pointed the man's forehead.

Jing Mo's expressionless face sank and his forehead jumped.

"What are you doing?"

Jing mowen put down the tea lamp, looked up and looked at Mo Yiran seriously.

"Where did you hurt?"

Mo Yiran frowned at Jing mowen and looked at the man from head to foot, but he didn't see why anyway.

"What are you talking about?" Jing mowen frowned.

"Just now the housekeeper told me that something happened to you. Li Ji and I hurried back. Don't tell me you deliberately let him deceive me!"

Jing mowen stood up, pulled Mo Yiran's hand and closed it in the palm of his hand. He said, "I want to come back early to surprise you. I came back as soon as I finished dealing with my work. I didn't care about eating. After I came back, I heard that you weren't here. I was so angry that I hurt my stomach."

"Ah... Are you better now?"

Mo Yiran's anger disappeared in an instant. He reached out and caressed the man's abdomen with some worry, "what a pity."

"Ranran, the stomach is not there..."

Mo Yiran: "

"Now that you're back, why don't you eat?"

Mo Yiran added a cup of tea to Jing mowen and asked.

"Isn't this the first meal I want to come back to eat with you?"

Jingmo Wendao.

Seeing that nothing had happened to Jing mowen, Cui Liji said hello to Mo Yiran and was ready to leave.

Mo Yiran asked her to stay for dinner. Cui Liji was still happy. Jing mowen gave her a cold stare and shook her hand. "No, no, my eldest brother is waiting for me to go back. He rarely eats with me."

"Also." Mo Yiran nodded.

As soon as Mo Yiran's voice fell, Jing mowen said to Wang que at the door, "Wang que, send Miss Cui back. Don't let master Cui wait."

The sky is dim, and the night wind blows cool on the skin, making every pore of people relax.

Cui Liji got into the car, looked at Wang Ke driving in front of her, narrowed her eyes, didn't speak, and looked sideways out of the window.

After arriving at Cui's house, Wang Duan came down and opened the door for Cui Liji with a respectful gesture.

Cui Liji stood still, looked back at Wang Ke, and suddenly smiled, "isn't it a servant? What are you nervous about? I heard the woman's voice. How do I feel like I haven't spoken to anyone for a long time? Have I been locked up for a long time?"

Wang Ke stepped down and looked back at Cui Liji with a smile: "I don't understand what Miss Cui is talking about."

Cui Liji snorted coldly, "play silly with me?"

Wang que looked at Cui Liji for a moment. For a moment, he said with a light smile, "Miss Cui, Mr. Jing asked me to tell you to take care of yourself and be careful to set yourself on fire."

"You!"

Cui Liji was angry, glared at him angrily, and turned to leave.

Cui Liji naturally won't listen to what Wang lacks.

However, whether it is really the meaning of Jing Mo Wen or Wang Que's false transmission of the imperial edict, it is a warning to Cui Liji.

Because Jing mowen warned himself that sooner or later.

She jumped too much. Jing mowen can tolerate herself now not because she is young, but because she is from the Cui family.

Jing mowen didn't attack Cui Liji in the face of Cui biejun.

But if one day, Cui biejun is gone, what should she do?

Or one day, even Cui biejun can't keep himself

Considering this, Cui Liji was afraid for a while.

Sister ran, I've reminded you everything I can. It's up to you to be careful

In fact, it's not a whim to go to Jing mowen's former house with Mo Yiran today. She has long had this idea. She loves your roommate and has thought of many ways to find out.

But I never had a chance.

Today, I happened to meet Mo Yiran. Mo Yiran proposed it. She just went downhill with the donkey and took advantage of it.

She is looking for someone who is very critical to many things that have happened this year.

Although insignificant, it is indeed indispensable.

Today... Almost

However, she is not sure.

What if I guess wrong?

In a word, she can't act rashly.

This time, she took advantage of Mo Yiran.

However, Cui Liji didn't mean to harm Mo Yiran.

She likes Mo Yiran very much and won't do anything against her.

The night is fading and the world is quiet.

Mo Yiran had dinner with Jing mowen.

It's not a particularly luxurious dish, but some ordinary vegetables and meat.

It's not that Jing mowen is poor, but that Mo Yiran is only good at these.

Jing mowen came back early this time and waited for Mo Yiran to cook a meal for him himself.

Mo Yiran has been idle for a long time and agrees.

Steamed turbot, salted shrimp, braised sea cucumber tendon, fried broccoli and a fish head soup.

"Ranran, why don't you eat?"

Jing mowen drank a bowl of fish soup. Seeing that Mo Yiran seemed to have a loss of appetite, he put a Western Blue Flower in the bowl for a long time. He just looked at it and didn't eat it.

Holding chopsticks in her white hand, she knocked on the snow-white porcelain spoon from time to time, with a faint look, and her bright red thin lips sometimes opened and sometimes pursed.

Mo Yiran smelled the speech, returned to his mind and said, "when cooking, the smell of oil smoke is full. You're not hungry."

Jing mowen naturally knows that Mo Yiran doesn't have any opinion about cooking, but is looking for reasons to let Jing mowen talk to her.

After getting along for so long, Jing mowen has already figured out Mo Yiran's routine.

So he was not afraid to die and went back: "steamed fish, salted shrimp and fish head soup, which dish needs you to have a lot of oil and salt? Aunt sun made the braised sea cucumber tendon for you. You are only responsible for filling the dishes. As for the west blue flower, you ate the rest at noon. Did you heat it?"

Mo Yiran took a smoke from the corner of his mouth and wanted to slap Jing mowen to death.

"I ate it at Li Ji's at noon. I just fried the broccoli!"

"Then why don't you eat for half a day?"

Jing Mo Wen raised his eyebrows.

Mo Yiran gritted his teeth, picked up the west blue flower, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and looked at Jing mowen provocatively.

Jing mowen smiled, "will you eat?"

Mo Yiran just regained his consciousness and found that he was taken by Jing mowen unconsciously. He was a little angry and glared at him.

In the next twenty minutes, Mo Yiran didn't say a word to Jing mowen again.

When she finished eating, she went straight upstairs.

After taking a bath, she wiped her hair in the mirror and looked at the beautiful skin bag in the mirror. She sighed long.

Just now, in fact, she always wanted to ask Jing mowen about the day she proposed.

But she didn't know how to speak properly.