President spoils the dark wife

With a click, the door opened.

Mo Yiran wears loose white silk pajamas and goes out. Jing mowen is not there. Mo Yiran guesses that he is in the study and goes out.

The bedroom is on the same floor as the study, but there is still some distance between them.

In the long corridor, the warm yellow light shines on Mo Yiran's white and smooth skin. Mo Yiran walks slowly because of the dispute between warm and cold colors.

There was no sound in the silent corridor.

With the carpet, even Mo Yiran walked silently. Her hair is very long, not hot or dyed, soft and bright. It is half dry when wiped. Coupled with white suspenders and sleeping clothes, she looks like a female ghost.

Of course, it's a very beautiful and moving female ghost.

As she walked, her skirt rose and fell with her walking steps, fluttering with frequency.

Mo Yiran pursed her lips slightly and kept thinking about how to speak.

When she reached the door of the study, she knocked on the door. There was no response. Mo Yiran opened the door directly. Jing mowen was in there, but the man sitting at the table frowned. He seemed to be dealing with some difficult problem and didn't notice Mo Yiran's arrival.

Mo Yiran closed the door.

The voice was not loud, but this time it startled Jing mowen who was working at his desk.

"Am I disturbing you? Don't worry about me. You're busy first."

Mo Yiran said.

Jing mowen shook his head and closed his computer. "I can't finish it for a while. It's not an emergency."

The man held his forehead, his face showing fatigue, and waved to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran went over and sat on the man's thigh, reaching out to help the man gently rub his temples.

The woman had just taken a bath, and her hands were still warm. Her thin body had a faint fragrance of shower gel, which stimulated Jing mowen's nerves.

Jing mowen held the woman tightly in his arms and breathed only her breath.

Jing mowen likes Mo Yiran and prefers her clean and crisp smell.

Especially after she quit smoking, he was deeply fascinated by it.

Mo Yiran seems plump after she is pregnant. Although she still looks very thin, she is much softer when she holds her. And now Mo Yiran doesn't move. Holding him in his arms is like holding a docile cat. Occasionally, he moves restlessly, which makes him feel very comfortable.

"Ranran, you're fat."

After a long time, Jing mowen suddenly said.

Mo Yiran's face was black and his eyes narrowed dangerously, "what did you say?"

Jing mowen chuckled and held the woman tighter: "Ranran, I like you. It's very comfortable to hold it."

Mo Yiran snorted and stopped answering.

She leaned quietly in the man's arms and said, "Jing mowen, why are you so kind to me? You're rarely angry. You let me do whatever I do."

"Because I don't know if I can still meet you in my next life, I will try my best to give you the best in this life."

Mo Yiran smiled: "I thought you would say because you love me."

The man touched the woman's soft hair.

Her hair is half dry and still wet. The water on her hair has cooled and pasted on the man's chest through her shirt.

"Love is too extensive. Family affection and friendship are all love."

For a long time, Mo Yiran looked up from the man's chest and quietly stared at the man's handsome face: "Jing mowen, I was thinking, how lucky I should be to meet you at this time. There is no youth, no love, no fatigue and accidents at the age of 30."

Jing mowen gently hooked his lips: "Ranran, if you want to know something, just ask me directly."

Don't be stunned.

He knows, he knows everything.

Mo Yiran looked at the man for a long time and suddenly shook his head. Without saying anything, he leaned on the man again.

She figured it out.

Even close as husband and wife, they also need to have their own private space and privacy.

She recalled that from the foreground, Mo Wen never forced himself to tell him his past.

So why can't you trust him?

"Really? If you miss this time, I won't tell you what you want to ask again."

Jing mowen ridiculed.

Mo Yiran gave a dull "um".

"Ranran, you know what? In fact, I'm not worried about you missing my youth. Youth is only a few years, and the rest of my life is very long."

Mo Yiran said: "if I appeared in your youth, maybe you wouldn't even look at it. At that time, I wasn't what you liked."

"Who knows? I can only say that fate is wonderful."

The next day, when Mo Yiran woke up, Jing mowen was no longer around.

The side is empty and there is no temperature. It seems that it has been gone for some time.

Mo Yiran went downstairs after washing and sat at the table.

The maid immediately brought breakfast to the table.

Mo Yiran picked up the small porcelain bowl and drank the transparent food in the bowl with a spoon.

She frowned and said, "why does the bird's nest taste different?"

The maid heard the speech and replied, "madam, sir said that the previous bird's nest was not good, so I'll change it for you."

"That's from my grandmother..."

Mo Yiran drooped his eyes and sighed. In the end, he didn't say much.

After breakfast, an unexpected guest came.

"Big brother!"

Mo Yiran was just about to go upstairs to sleep when he heard the young man's hearty cry at the door.

Mo Yiran looked back and saw the young man walking in.

Jingmo really seems to grow taller again, wearing a loose white T-shirt and black sweatpants.

His split grew a lot. He probably felt hot, so he took a small rubber band and simply pricked the ink behind his head.

Jing Mozhen is only 17 years old this year. Boys usually grow before the age of 22. According to this trend, Mo Yiran has no doubt that he can grow as tall as Jing mowen

One year, when Mo Yiran was still a student, he was only nearly one meter eight.

Jing mowenjing is 187 tall. Jing Mozhen is 182 now, isn't he?

It's really a good ancestral gene.

Mo Yiran sighed.

When you think about your brother, he was only 174 a year ago. He had no advantage in front of Jing Mozhen. When I saw him last time, he seemed to grow a few centimeters tall and die of 176. Standing next to Jing Mozhen, he looked more like a little bird

But it doesn't matter

Ah Ching is only 15 or 16 years old. There are still some long

"Sister in law, where's my brother?"

The boy went against the light and asked Mo Yiran.

"You're late. He's not here."

Mo Yiran leaned against the handrail by the stairs, looking rather regretful.

I thought Jingmo would leave without looking back after hearing this, but I didn't expect Jingmo to show an unpredictable smile at Mo Yiran.

"Then I'll wait. Anyway, I haven't had breakfast this weekend. Sister-in-law, don't entertain your little brother-in-law?"

Mo Yiran listens and pulls the corners of his mouth.

She smiled, "OK."

Then he turned to the maid and said, "it's rare that the former students wanted to visit and go to fill him with porridge."

"I want bird's nest, too."

Jing Mo Zhen sat down at the table and looked at Mo Yiran's bird's nest half drunk on the table.