President spoils the dark wife

Coldly nodded, Qi looked up and smiled at Mo Yiran, "When I was in junior high school, my grades were not good, and my family conditions were totally incomparable with those of you rich children. At that time, I was tanned and thin because I would go out to work part-time. Anyway, I was not pleasant. I sat in the corner of the classroom, and no one was willing to pay attention to me, and even some boys and girls bullied me. Only you were willing to talk to me, I was punished After being bullied, I hid and cried secretly. You saw it, handed me a paper towel and comforted me... "

Mo Yiran frowned and thought for a moment. It seemed that there was such a thing.

"You don't have to take it to heart. I was young at that time. Maybe I was just bored."

Mo Yiran is not ready to send any good person cards. He tells the truth directly.

Coldly but smiling, he said: "Then you are also a very gentle person. At that time, those students with dark hearts would bully me when they were bored, but you came to help me when you were bored, which is different in essence. No matter what your original intention is, my whole middle school career would be dark and humid if it weren't for you at that time. You are like a bunch of warm and bright sunshine shining in detail In my life. "

Mo Yiran smiled and said nothing more.

Being the sunshine of others is actually a good feeling.

It's more comfortable than being someone else's nightmare.

"Ranran, I'm leaving. Although I don't often stay in city a, if you need any help from me in the future, I won't say goodbye!"

She looked at Mo Yiran coldly and brightly, but after that, when her eyes skipped Mo Yiran's ring, her eyes suddenly darkened again.

She lowered her eyes. "Look at me. What are you talking about? I forgot. Your husband is Jing mowen... He can't do anything. How can you need me..."

The woman's eyes were stained with some loneliness.

Mo Yiran saw Lengleng, who seemed very sorry, and said, "well... Not necessarily. I really need your help. My brother's name is molusen. My child is in adolescence, and I can't take care of him too much. Leng Leng, can you take care of him for me? Don't take care of him. You have a good position in the entertainment industry. Just don't let him be bullied too much."

Coldly, the beautiful face smiled, and instantly came back to life with blood, and happily agreed.

After saying goodbye to Lengleng, Mo Yiran went to the supermarket downstairs of the nearby shopping mall to buy goods because it was still early.

After shopping for fresh fruits, Mo Yiran walked to the snack area. As soon as he entered the snack area, he saw a cold human card standing there, making Mo Yiran a little trance.

In the twinkling of an eye, the once bullied thin girl has become a national goddess.

Mo Yiran doesn't really have a deep impression on Leng Leng.

Because in junior high school, coldness was really not remarkable.

I have to admit that the girl's facial features are very beautiful, which can be said to be amazing. But at that time, she always wore rustic clothes, fat clothes, ugly hairstyle and tanned.

People have no desire to see whether her facial features are exquisite.

Now, it can be said that the perfect transformation has been completed.

Lengleng endorsed a brand of yogurt. Mo Yiran pushed a trolley to the refrigerator, took two bottles, turned and left.

Mo Yiran had a miscarriage last time. Jing mowen told her not to rush to the company. Now she has taken good care of her body at home. We can talk about other things later.

So Mo Yiran is still free these days.

Therefore, she bought more ingredients and went back to coach her cooking and baking.

Back home, as usual.

The maids quietly cleaned the yard, pruning flowers, pruning flowers, cleaning.

Mo Yiran got out of the car. Two maids saw that Mo Yiran had bought a lot of things and hurried to help carry them.

"Madam, why do you buy so many dishes today? Is there a guest coming?"

After entering the kitchen, aunt sun was shocked to see the two maids behind Mo Yiran coming in with some big bags.

They do all the daily purchases. Just tell them what your wife wants. Why did you go there yourself?

"No, it's just boring. I just want to buy it."

Mo Yiran smiled, "aunt sun, go out first. I'll practice my cooking by myself."

Mo Yiran asked several people to go out, and then rolled up his sleeves to work.

Mo Yiran doesn't know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

Mo Yiran was just about to cook the last fish soup when his mobile phone rang.

"Hello, who is it?"

Mo Yiran wiped his hand and answered the phone.

The woman was careless. After listening to each other's words, her color changed slightly, "what are you talking about!"

After washing his hands and taking off his apron, Mo Yiran hurried out of the kitchen.

"Aunt sun, help me look after the dishes in the kitchen. I'll go out."

With that, Mo Yiran picked up the car key and strode away.

When he got to the police station, Mo Yiran saw a row of teenagers standing against the wall as soon as he entered the door. They were all familiar faces, while on the other side stood a group of little bastards with flower shirts, loose T-shirts and yellow hair.

The contrast is obvious.

"Dear Uncle policeman, you should believe us. We are all good children and law-abiding citizens. We are really not the mastermind. Do you think we are willing to fight?"

Xin Mian stood in the front, smiling and getting close to his dear police uncle.

"Honey, who is it? Who is it? Honey, don't follow me!"

Obviously, the police don't eat this.

"Oh, you are so delicate that you can't fight, can you? I bah! You don't look like a man at all, dear ~, who is disgusting!"

One of the yellow hairs on the other side, a tall and thin boy with a red inch head and wearing a striped casual shirt and black hot pants, spat and disdained.

"You owe it!"

Jing Mo is really the whitest of several people. Originally, he stood aside with a cold face and didn't speak. When he heard this red hair scold a group, he was annoyed instantly.

"Don't be impulsive."

When the girl behind the boy saw that Jing Mo was really going to do it again, she hurriedly grabbed the boy.

Mo Yiran narrowed his eyes.

These teenagers are quite tall. They didn't find a little girl behind them just now.

And the girl looks strange.

He is white and clean. He is fifteen or sixteen years old. He has medium long black hair and a ponytail. His eyes are water and smart.

Mo Yiran went in and knocked awkwardly.

In this way, everyone's attention was turned to Mo Yiran.

"You are..."

The policeman frowned and looked at Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran went over and said, "I just received a call to pick up these children."

As he spoke, his eyes swept to the direction of Jingmo Zhen's group of people.

"Who are you?"

The policeman picked up his pen and turned over the documents in his hand.

"Oh, I am..."

"She is our teacher!"

Xin Mian spoke first.

Mo Yiran glared at Xin Mian, but replied with a funny smile: "yes, I'm their teacher."

"Teacher? You?"

The policeman glanced at Mo Yi and swept her up and down. Looking at her famous brand bag, matte nails of light bean paste, fairy dress and thin high heels on her feet, she was deeply suspicious.

Mo Yiran was even more embarrassed.

It's really a little idle these two days, so if you dress up a little, you'll inevitably be a little flashy