President spoils the dark wife

"Mo Yiran, who do you think I am? Come and go if you want, don't you?"

Jing mowen was completely angered by Mo Yiran's indifferent appearance. "You're forcing me to divorce now, aren't you? What do you want to do after divorce? Find your first lover Dongfang Yu? Or your former fiance Han Dao? Or your friend's fiance!"

"Jing mowen, you slander me!"

Mo Yiran was so angry that he flipped the dishes in front of him with a slap of anger.

"Crackling", all broken on the ground.

"You know whether it's slander or not." Jing mowen sneered.

"What about you? There's one next to you now. Do you want to release Liang Xinren who has just been locked in? And have another conversation with Li Jiangchen?"

"Mo Yiran, this is slander! It's out of thin air!"

One side of Xiang Xinwei looked at such a stimulating scene of mutual disclosure, and she was stunned.

It is said that these two people love each other and are loyal dogs. There is no mess of rotten peach blossoms. Unexpectedly, both of them are sea kings

"Well, well, I won't take my coat. Will you stop arguing?"

Xiang Xinwei felt a little embarrassed and persuaded her.

As a result, the two men glared at themselves at the same time: "shut up!"

Xiang Xinwei: "

"Mo Yiran, touch your conscience and say, am I bad to you? What are you doing day by day?"

"I make trouble? Can I make trouble if you don't do anything sorry for me?"

"What did I do to be sorry for you?"

"Now people all over the city know that you have another new love in Jing mowen, and are ready to abandon my useless wife!"

Jing mowen disdained: "people all over the city know, but my client doesn't know."

"That's your stupidity."

Jing mowen: "

"Well, well, peace is precious. Don't quarrel any more."

Xiang Xinwei ran out to persuade her, "it's all because of me that you quarrel. Can't I go?"

"You really should go." Mo Yiran looked at Xiang Xinwei coldly.

"I......" he pulled a corner of his mouth at Xinwei.

Mo Yiran doesn't give her any chance to speak. She happens to quarrel with Jing mowen. She is tired of quarreling, so her anger shifts to Xiang Xinwei.

"I don't understand. I quarrel with my man. What sense of existence are you looking for here? I've counted people's lives before. I dare ask you, what are you?"

Xiang Xinwei has never been scolded like this. She is almost angry and cries. She turns around and looks at Jing mowen. He raised his hand and pulled the man's corner, "Mo Wen, how can she annoy me..."

Jing mowen is annoyed now. He is about to get rid of Xiang Xinwei. As a result, he sees that Mo Yiran has strode over, grabbed Xiang Xinwei's wrist, pulled Jing mowen behind him, and angrily looked at Xiang Xinwei: "my husband's clothes can only be pulled by me. Can you go back and forth?"

Jing mowen looked at Mo Yiran like protecting the calf. Suddenly, all those messy Qi disappeared.

However, he must not have taken the initiative to apologize this time.

He is humble every time. Mo Yiran will only make it worse!

Chen Yu is a master of love. He said that women don't go to the house for three days.

No matter how much Jing mowen loves Mo Yiran, he can spoil it, but he can't indulge it.

She can't be allowed to do whatever she wants.

Otherwise, this relationship won't last long if Jing mowen pays alone.

Because Jing mowen is not a God, he will also be tired. If one day Jing mowen is really tired and doesn't want to accommodate Mo Yiran, Mo Yiran

Will feel that Jing mowen doesn't love himself.

Love is really not a one-sided payment that can last forever.

Especially for Mo Yiran, a goddess who is sought after by men every day, she needs to give her a little mental pressure.

So, even if Jing mowen's anger had completely disappeared because of Mo Yiran's action, he didn't show it at all.

"You, you... You've gone too far!"

Xiang Xinwei was angry and ran away.

Just as Xiang Xinwei left, Wang que chased out, "Miss Xiang! Sir, let me return your coat!"

Xiang Xinwei was more angry and ran away without looking back.

When Xiang Xinwei left, Mo Yiran was ready to go upstairs without looking back. Just two steps later, Jing mowen's voice came from behind.

"Don't eat? Just because a irrelevant Xiang Xinwei is going to be hungry?"

Mo Yiran stopped, fiercely turned back and stared at Jing Mo Wen: "eat! Why not eat?"

As he spoke, he walked back to the table.

However, a meal is quiet.

There was no sound except the sound of knives and forks hitting the dishes and bowls.

"I'm full!"

Ten minutes later, Mo Yiran put down his knife and fork, and then went upstairs.

Jing mowen looked at the woman's back, shook his head and put down the tableware.

He gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then asked the servant, "when did your wife come back?"

The servant was frightened: "I have been back for several hours."

"I see."

Jing mowen got up and went upstairs.

When he arrived at the door, he gently knocked on the door with a gentle tone: "Ranran?"

Mo Yiran: "get out!"

Jing mowen: "

"Ranran, it's my fault. I shouldn't yell at you."

"Get out!"

"Ranran, don't be angry. If you are angry, you will have wrinkles. Wrinkles don't look good."

"Get out!"

"Shall I apologize to you? It's all useless for me. I have to annoy you. Liang Xinren has been dealt with and sentenced to ten years. Although this can't recover the damage caused to you, I'll try my best to make up for it. Qi He also said that he won't mention sparing Liang Xinren to you if he can't help you."

Jing mowen has completely forgotten the oath he made in his heart just now. Don't ask for forgiveness because he can't dye. It's cold war. Who's afraid of who?

At this time, he ran to lick the dog without dignity again.

Lick the dog, lick the dog, lick to the end, everything

"Hum! You just yelled at me!"

Mo Yiran opens the door and stares at Jing Mo Wen with red eyes.

Jing mowen saw Mo Yiran open the door. Without saying a word, he pushed the door fiercely, rushed in and hugged Mo Yiran.

He kicked the door and didn't give Mo Yiran any chance to resist. He grabbed her hand and pressed the woman who had no power to fight back against the wall.

"Jing mowen, what are you doing..."

Mo Yiran's voice didn't fall. The man had kissed him rudely.

Half a month.

In fact, she misses him very much.

"Ranran, shall we stop quarreling?"

Jing mowen left the woman's delicate lips, kissed her neck and gently blew a breath beside her ear.

Mo Yiran shrunk slightly. She was already in tears. She kept nodding, "OK..."

As she spoke, she had held the man's face and kissed it again.

"You haven't recovered well. Abortion is not a small thing. You can't have a room together until at least a month later. I won't do anything to hurt you. Go to bed early."

Then the man got up and went to the bathroom by himself.

Stay and don't dye your clothes. You lie in bed with a black face.

What is this?

Arson without extinguishing the fire?