President spoils the dark wife

In December, it snowed heavily in a city on July.

When Mo Yiran got up in the morning, she opened the window and felt the cold wind blowing into her collar. She couldn't help shivering.

After washing, I put on my clothes and went downstairs. I just saw Jing mowen sitting at the table for breakfast.

He was wearing a loose white sweater at home. His hair was not taken care of. It hung soft on his forehead and looked very docile.

"No work today?"

Mo Yiran asked casually.

Jing mowen said, "well," it's cold and I don't want to move. "

Mo Yiran: "

Speechless Mo Yiran sits opposite Jing mowen. The maid immediately brings Mo Yiran a bowl of red dates and tremella soup.

Mo Yiran looked at the red dates in his bowl and looked at the bird's nest that had not been moved in front of Jing mowen. He was angry: "why is his bird's nest, mine is red dates?"

When the maid heard this, she was embarrassed and said, "Madam Hui, the servant missed the bird's nest when he went out shopping yesterday, and there was only one left this morning. Sir got up earlier again, so..."

"Why, want to eat?"

Jing mowen glanced at Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran didn't speak. He silently picked up the spoon and drank the red jujube soup in his bowl. "It's not rare. Bird's nest beauty, you can make up more."

Jing mowen smiled lightly: "OK."

Unexpectedly, Jing mowen responded happily, and Quan couldn't see Mo Yiran gnashing his teeth. When he began to eat as if nothing had happened, Mo Yiran was oppressed.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Mo Yiran whispered and deliberately made a big noise when drinking red jujube soup.

"Some people are very angry today. Are they sleeping under the quilt or having nightmares? You can't do anything without me?"

After a few mouthfuls, Jing mowen stopped eating and asked the maid to withdraw the bird's nest.

"Some people can eat more while their teeth are still OK. Don't wait until they are old and can only eat liquid food."

Don't fight back with dye.

After drinking a few more mouthfuls of soup, Mo Yiran put the bowl on the table, "I'm finished."

Then he got up and left.

"Where to?" Jing mowen asked behind him.

Don't dye your head. "If you don't work, it doesn't mean I have nothing to do."

"Don't go. I gave all your employees a day off this morning."

With a smiling voice, Mo Yiran turned back and glared at Jing mowen angrily: "why do you? It's my employee, not a holiday or the end of the world. What are you doing?"

In the face of the woman's question, Jing mowen continued to eat breakfast without haste.

He knocked the egg in his hand, shelled it and answered carelessly, "if it's snowing so hard, you should sit in the yard and bake a small stove, cook wine, enjoy the moon, read books, or lie in bed and sleep. What shift? Is the meaning of life just for work?"

"What's the meaning of living without working? How to embody value!"

Mo Yiran looked at Jing mowen leisurely and felt that this man seemed different from before.

This workaholic even said, "is the meaning of life just for work?" Mo Yiran felt that he would not know Jing mowen.

"Ranran, I don't even know you. I remember you used to like going out. At this time last year, you went to Changbai Mountain with Bai Shengyan just to dig some ginseng, but now you concentrate on your work. It's really boring."

Mo Yiran's hands around his chest: "you talk a little more today! Eat your eggs!"

"Where are you going?"

"It's not what you said. You should lie in bed on such a snowy day. I listen to you and go upstairs to sleep!"

As he spoke, he was about to go upstairs. As a result, Jing mowen grabbed his back collar and pulled him back without taking two steps.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yiran was dragged back with a bad tone.

"I'm in a good mood today. I'll take you out. Go upstairs and pack up and change into thick clothes and shoes. You don't need to look good. Just keep warm."

"I won't go, it's cold outside." Mo Yiran struggled.

"Dare you say it again!" Jing mowen stared at Mo Yiran and pinched her face.

"I said I wouldn't go!" Mo Yiran was not afraid of him.

"OK, I'll call Jing Mozhen now and tell him that the two Cole ducks he bought last month didn't run away by themselves, but let you braised them!"

As he spoke, Jing mowen really loosened his grip. Mo Yiran took out his cell phone and tried to make a phone call.

Mo Yiran's head grew suddenly and hurriedly went to rob Jing mowen's mobile phone: "don't! I didn't mean to, don't tell him! If your brother wants to know, he can't come to play with me!"

Jing mowen paid no attention to her and has dialed the phone.

"Hello? Brother, why do you remember to call me? Do you miss me? If you want, I'll climb over the wall and skip class to find you!"

Mo Yiran heard the happy voice of the boy on the phone.

"I have something to tell you. The two ducks you bought..."

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll go! I can't go!"

Mo Yiran thought that Jing mowen was a alarmist and would not really say it. Unexpectedly, he really opened his mouth and immediately shouted.

Jing mowen nodded with a smile.

"What's the matter with the duck? Brother, you like it? But my duck doesn't know where to go."

The young man's voice suddenly became lonely. Mo Yiran listened and felt guilty.

When I went to Jing's house that afternoon, I accompanied a child who came to play with Jing's relatives to fly a kite.

As a result, he suddenly saw two lovely ducks swimming around in the river unscrupulously. The child looked at the duck. It was so fat that his saliva was left. Mo Yiran caught the duck and threw it to the kitchen for slaughter.

One is made into Babao duck and the other is stewed.

She has never raised a duck. She just thinks it's cute and different from other ducks. Where does she know it's a pet duck

And Jing Mo is really ready to fatten up and take her out to flirt with her younger sister

"It's all right. Your duck looks good. Ranran wants it too. Ask where you bought it."

"Well, since my sister-in-law likes it, I'll say hello to my friends and send you some over this weekend."

Hung up the phone and looked at Mo Yiran's dejected appearance. Jing mowen felt interesting. He touched her head and smiled: "add food for you."

"Go away, you..."

Mo Yiran knows that Jing mowen is satirizing her. He doesn't have a good face and goes upstairs to collect things.

Mo Yiran went upstairs and didn't bother to dress up carefully. He took a beige down jacket with a fur collar, wore a light gray hat, stepped on a pair of snow boots and went downstairs.

Don't see Jing mowen in the hall. Mo Yiran asks the housekeeper where Jing mowen is.

The housekeeper said he was waiting outside.

Mo Yiran went out. As soon as he went out, he saw Jing mowen wearing a black Parka with a fur collar.

Standing next to the big black G and looking at the mobile phone, YONGYA is cold.

Mo Yiran was the first time she saw Jing mowen wearing this type of clothes, and it was also the first time she saw Jing mowen driving a big G type of car.

I couldn't help feeling very fresh. I walked over and patted the man on the shoulder. I smiled: "how much is a pretty boy for one night!"

Jing mowen turned his head and looked at the tip of the woman's slightly red nose. He reached out and pinched it: "if you want, it's free!"