President spoils the dark wife

Yiran took a sip of porridge, didn't look up and said faintly, "I was blindfolded and didn't see it."

When Jing mowen is away, Yiran is always distracted from time to time. She quietly watches the sun rise and fall in the East and West. The night comes again and again. The moon comes and goes again. Time flows quietly from her fingers, and even can see the surging vein, like clear water.

After staying in Jing mowen's apartment for three days, an unexpected man found the door.

"Miss Cui?"

Yiran raised her eyebrows and said that she was not surprised. Jing mowen's address was known by Cui Liji. It is estimated that he was crazy when he knew it.

Cui Liji looked at the room with a smile and said, "isn't Jing mowen here? I've figured out the time."

Yiran shook her head. "What's the matter with you?"

Cui Liji saw that Yiran didn't mean to let her in and was not angry. She still smiled.

Today, she wears relatively simple clothes and has no make-up on her face. Wearing a black fisherman's hat and a pair of decorative retro glasses, she seems to be deliberately low-key.

"Don't be so wary of me. I didn't come to you on purpose. I came by to remind you of something."

"You say."

"School will begin in a few days. I heard that you are recovering from illness now. I don't know if you can return to school on time in a few days. You are actually very tired this summer vacation, aren't you, miss Xiaoran?"

With a gentle smile, ran said, "I can tell whether public is public and private is private. I won't bring my personal emotions to school. Thank Miss Cui for reminding me. Since Miss Cui is on her way, I think there are other things, so I won't invite Miss Cui into the house."

Cui Liji hooked her lips and nodded, "goodbye."

Then he turned and left.

When Jing mowen returned to yunmu residence from the company, he found that Mo Yiran had left, leaving only a note on the table.

——Thank you very much these days, and thank you for my kidnapping that day. I know I owe you too much and can't repay it. I don't think you can use me, so I can only say thank you.

Let's take it as if the child hasn't happened. Even if Mo Yutong's foot doesn't exist, I'll knock it out if I check it out.

Don't pass, take care.

After reading the note, Jing mowen's expression didn't change. He got up, crumpled the note into a ball, threw it into the trash can and poured himself a glass of water.

He sat on the sofa for a long time and finally kicked on the tea table.

"This damn woman!"

At this moment, Mo Yiran doesn't know that Jing mowen has started to fall things angrily. She returns to Mo's house. As expected, the whole Mo's courtyard is full of decadence.

As soon as Yiran opened the door, he saw a crying Wang Shuyu sitting on the sofa.

When Wang Shuyu heard the voice, he looked up and saw Mo Yiran. His face suddenly changed.

She rushed up with a fierce arrow and raised her hand to beat Mo Yiran.

With a fierce look on his eyebrows, he easily caught Wang Shuyu's wrist.

She was haggard a lot. Her face was no longer ruddy and dark. Her deep eye bags with black circles and fine lines at the corners of her eyes all declared that the woman's time had passed.

"Mo Yiran! Where's Yutong? Where has she gone?"

In the face of nearly crazy women, Yiran's complexion is calm, and Yiran in high heels is much higher than Wang Shuyu.

She looked at the woman condescending, with a calm face and cold eyes: "your response should have been told by someone? Is it meaningful to hold me for a painful answer?"

In the face of Mo Yiran's indifference, Wang Shuyu is even more crazy. She seems crazy and wants to fight Yiran, but Yiran snorts coldly and pushes her to the ground.

"Mo Yiran! I'm your mother!" Wang Shuyu roared angrily.

Yiran squatted down, grabbed Wang Shuyu's neck and frowned coldly: "Wang Shuyu, how dare you say it? How did my mother die? Didn't you count it in your heart? I called your mother for several years, and you really regarded yourself as the hostess? If I didn't go abroad, you would have killed me!"

Wang Shuyu looked at Yiran in shock and trembled. "What do you know?"

"What you know, what you don't know, I know." Yi Ran looked at Wang Shuyu coldly, with a faint hatred in her eyes. "Your daughter is dead, and you don't have a daughter anymore. Is it painful to lose a close relative? Do you realize my feelings back then? I was so young at that time, how can you bear to do it!"

"So this is your true face. You've been pretending!"

Yiran narrowed her eyes and said softly, "Oh, you found it."

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the sound of something landing came from the gate.

The two men looked back at the same time. The young man in white shirt was 14 or 15 years old. His face was like peach and apricot, and his posture was elegant. He was still lonely, thin, frost and snow. Smart and dark pupils are as attractive as obsidian.

At this moment, the young man looked shocked and pinched Wang Shuyu's neck. Mo Yiran's face was cold, as if he were looking at a stranger.

That kind of unbelievable eyes, those clear eyes, people can see at a glance, such as the clear eyes of a stream, with tears.

"Elder sister, what are you doing? She, she is our mother!"

Mo Qing's suitcase fell to the ground. He looked at Mo Yiran with a cold face. He couldn't connect the cold and fierce woman in front with the gentle and obedient beautiful sister in his memory.

"Ah Qing, ah Qing! Ah Qing, come and save my mother! Your sister wants me!"

Mo Qing recovered, but he was still a little confused. He looked at Wang Shuyu and said, "Mom, mom, did you do something sorry for your sister? My sister is kind-hearted. How could you do such a rebellious thing..."

Before Mo Qing finished his words, he was interrupted by Wang Shuyu, who was very angry: "Mo Qing! I'm your mother! You have to find out your position!"

At that moment, Wang Shuyu was really hurt.

The reason why she reluctantly sent the young Mo Qing abroad was to see that Mo Qing had a great favor for Mo Yiran. She was afraid that Mo Yiran plotted against Mo Qing.

But she didn't expect that after many years, when Mo Qing came back and saw this scene, the first thing she thought of was not to save her, but to question her!

Yiran loosened his grip on Wang Shuyu, stood up straight, clapped his hands, and said in a low voice, "ah Qing, why did you suddenly come back?"

For Mo Qing, Yiran doesn't hate it.

Although Moqing is Wang Shuyu's son, she has not inherited Wang Shuyu's shrewdness and insidiousness at all. She has been a good child since childhood.

There was a time when Yiran didn't have a good face for Mo Qing, but Mo Qing never cared. She always approached her with a clever face and wanted to get close to her sister.

But now, he is really cold

"If I don't come back, will you kill my mother!"

After all, Mo Qing was still young and could not adapt to the sudden changes at home. He helped Wang Shuyu up, red eyes and angry eyes.

"I came back early. I wanted to come back and surprise you, but you gave me a bigger surprise!"

Mo Qing looked at Yiran with deep disappointment.

Yiran glanced at him, ignored him, turned to Wang Shuyu and asked, "where's my father?"

Wang Shuyu snorted coldly, "are you okay to ask your father? He was hospitalized with your anger. Why, are you going to see him now?"

"In a few days, I'll go now. He'll be more seriously ill."

Yiran went upstairs and said, "I'll come back and pack up some things. You can live as long as you want in this family."

"Mo Yiran, what do you mean? Do you want to leave us? Break off relations with the Mo family?"

Wang Shuyu's lips trembled and his words trembled.