President spoils the dark wife

Jing Mo really didn't wait for Jing Mo Wen to come back as he said.

After breakfast, he stayed with Mo Yiran for a long time, rubbed lunch, and played with De Mu in Jing mowen's backyard for a long time. He still didn't wait for Jing mowen to come back.

Unable to sit still, he left.

Before leaving, he asked Mo Yiran two strange questions.

"Sister in law, I want to ask you, why do girls like to cover their mouths?"

Mo Yiran thought about it and said, "because of this, others can't see whether it's OMG or WTF."

"Will browsing the dark web be killed?"

Jing Mo really asked this question almost the next second. He didn't hesitate for a moment, and he didn't mean to joke.

Mo Yiran glanced at him, his eyes narrowed slightly and smiled: "you are just tourists and small roles. In other words, you must not deliberately step on every ant? Unless it climbs on you and bites you."

Mo Yiran didn't ask Jingmo why he asked such a question.

Jingmo really didn't say much. After listening, he left with a heavy face.

Mo Yiran really feels that Jing Mo's face is always steady and mature, which does not belong to his age.

Or, it's complicated.

He loves to play most of the time, but he doesn't just know what to play.

When Jing mowen came back in the evening, Mo Yiran mentioned it to Jing mowen.

"Dark net?"

Mo Yiran is helping Jing mowen take off his suit. Jing mowen frowns at the back of the speech. "What does he do about this kind of thing?"

Mo Yiran shook his head and threw Jing mowen's coat onto the sofa. He took out a sugar from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. He replied vaguely, "I don't know, but you should pay attention to your brother these days. He's only seventeen years old. No matter how smart he is, he will be tempted and go astray. He's an excellent child. Don't waste it."

Jing mowen was very concerned about Mo Yiran throwing his suit, but he was quickly distracted after hearing the speech.

I saw the man's slender fingers loosening the necktie of his neck. His face was floating and sneering: "he is too idle to see that he has quickened his pace."

Mo Yiran was stunned, "what progress?"

Jing mowen sat in front of the table and stared at a pair of Phoenix eyes dyed opposite. He narrowed slightly and restrained the cold sharp edge.

"Didn't you mention letting Jing Mo really join the army before? I wanted to give him more time to think it over. Now it seems that it's urgent."

Mo Yiran: "

She really thought she was just talking for fun.

After all, Jing Mo is such a noble young master who grew up with respect.

The skin is thin and tender. It's almost white with Mo Yiran. Where can it stand the wind and the sun?

"You don't have to worry that he can't adapt. When he was a child, he often went to the military camp and was trained. Later, his mother was distressed and wouldn't let him go."

Jing mowen picked up his knife and fork.

We had steak tonight. Two days ago, Qi He sent a bottle of good red wine for him to taste.

Mo Yiran looks at the red wine at Jing mowen's hand. He is greedy. He can only sigh at the thought of pregnancy.

She nodded. "You can't force him to go. It's bad if it backfires."

The man probably noticed the woman's sudden loneliness and understood that she was playing a trick because she wanted to drink and couldn't drink.

The man raised the red wine, took a sip, and deliberately made a noise when he put it on the table.

Mo Yiran was too lazy to pay attention to him and stared at the man.

Jing mowen intensified and enjoyed his childish life.

"By the way, a customer sent a necklace today. See if you like it."

Jing mowen took out a slender box from his pocket and handed it to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran took it and opened it. It was a thin clavicle chain.

Mo Yiran's clavicle is very beautiful, thin and straight. Cui Liji always said that her clavicle was like coming out of a cartoon. It's beautiful and untrue.

Therefore, Mo Yiran also likes to wear collarbone chains.

Especially when wearing a dress, the necklace she chose the longest is also the necklace.

"It looks good, but I don't have much chance to wear it recently. I'm pregnant and rarely go out."

Mo Yiran regretfully closed the dark red velvet box in his hand.

A "pop" sound.

However, Jing mowen said, "no, I thought you would need it soon."

Mo Yiran looks at Jing mowen suspiciously and doesn't understand what he means.

"It's Qi He. He's going to get married."

Mo Yiran's hand scooping mushroom soup suddenly gave a meal. She raised her eyes: "with who?"

"It hasn't been decided yet. He just said he wanted to put it down and get ready to get married. It doesn't matter who the marriage object is, as long as it's appropriate."

The man has a calm voice and deep eyes.

Mo Yiran's mind came up with the clear man's silver hair, a handsome face that was more beautiful than a woman, but still had masculinity.

She put down the iron spoon and sighed: "no, he also watched our wedding and was stimulated? I remember, he seems to be the youngest of you."

Jing mowen nodded, "yes, he is younger than us, but he has experienced a lot since childhood and is indifferent to most things. Li jiangshen is a ray of sunshine shining into his dark life for him, but if the sunshine is too close, it will be dazzling."

"What about Cui Liji? The ten-year agreement between them is no longer counted? There are still three years left now?"

Mo Yiran almost took a questioning tone.

She still remembers the day when Cui biejun had a car accident. She ran into them in Cui's house. At that time, Qi he inadvertently showed tenderness in his eyes. How can it be false?

"It's just to comfort the ignorant girl. Cui Liji believes it, even you?"

Mo Yiran raised his eyes and looked at Jing mowen's careless appearance. He was angry in an instant.

He walked over, stepped on the man's foot, and then went upstairs in the man's painful groan.

"Hey! Eat!"

Jing mowen frowned and shouted at the woman's back.

"Eat a fart!"

The woman didn't look back.

Mo Yiran stood on the balcony to blow the wind, looked up at the starry night sky, and couldn't get out or go down.

A man's mouth, a liar's ghost.

Life always flies when you are idle.

Before long, it entered the midsummer of cicadas.

Mo Yiran's stomach has bulged. She has a bad temper recently.

Jing mowen also knows that she suffers from pregnancy and doesn't talk back to Mo Yiran, which makes her angry. On weekdays, he tries to spare all his time except work to accompany Mo Yiran.

Even if two people don't speak, just sit quietly, one reading and the other sleeping, they can spend a happy day.

The sun outside is so fierce that Mo Yiran doesn't mean to go out.

She sat on the sofa, twirling a grape with her slender fingers and stuffed it into her mouth.

A recent hit play is on the huge TV screen.

"I think it's a little wrong to promise her. It's appropriate to seal her as an expensive person."

The assistant empress dowager in the TV play smiled. Then, when a group of concubines took a breath, she smiled and helped up the hanging woman kneeling on the ground.

"It seems that you are really bored. You even watch Qinggong opera."

Mo Yiran was looking at her. Suddenly, a male voice with a lazy smile came from the door.