President spoils the dark wife

"Life is long and short. Since we meet, it's fate. There's no need to think too much. It's unknown whether we can live to that time. We should look at people."

Jing mowen grabbed Mo Yiran's hand and stared at her quietly.

Mo Yiran hung his eyes and then smiled, "follow the fate."

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Jing mowen sat in the sun. Mo Yiran ran ran to the lake to make a snowman and took some photos.

After a while, Jing mowen saw Mo Yi dyeing his hair and forming a circle of friends.

There are no words, only three photos.

A noon hot pot photo, a snowman, a landscape photo of mountains, forests and lakes.

Um... There's another positioning.

Jing mowen looked at the location and had an ominous feeling.

Sure enough, after a while, he saw that Chen Yu praised Mo Yiran and sent a message to himself the next second.

"Mo Mo, you had a good time. I'll pull Qi He to find you later!"

Jing mowen: "

Chen Yu, who is still in the urban area, just finished the meeting. As soon as he opened his circle of friends, he saw the photo of Mo Yi dyeing his hair, saw the two pairs of dishes and chopsticks in the second photo, and Jing mowen's hand leaving the country with a silver ring. He immediately understood what was going on.

He sent a message to Jing mowen.

Half a minute later, Jing mowen returned a message to him.

"Get out."

Chen Yu laughed.

It seems that the two should be reconciled.

Today's sun is excellent. When the sun sets in the evening, the sky is red and the whole snow is red.

When the birds return to their nests, they skip the sunset. Only the black shadows flash past. They can't really see it.

"Fairy sunset."

Mo Yiran sighs.

The two men sat on a big stone in the snow and were close together. Mo Yiran ate happily with a box of cherries in his hand.

"Do you want to eat?"

Mo Yiran felt his cheeks hurt and his hands were cold. He looked at Jing mowen and handed one to the man.

"I think your hands are cold and don't want to eat?"

Don't dye the ink of Jing.

Don't dye your face slightly red and don't speak.

"Shall I feed you?" Jing mowen raised his eyebrows.

"Don't eat!" Mo Yiran was about to take back his hand, but the man had bowed his head and bit the chelizi on her fingertip.

The man's cool thin lips touched her hand, Mo Yiran's fingers trembled and retracted quickly.

"Still eat... Woo!"

Yiran originally wanted to ask Jing mowen if he wanted to eat any more. He looked up and the voice didn't fall. The man had reached out and pressed the back of her head and kissed her down.

The car Li Zi just now returned to his mouth.

No one bit the cherry, but refused each other.

Finally, I don't know who made too much effort. Chelizi burst open, and the sweet and sour juice overflowed in my mouth.

The man's hand dipped into the woman's clothes. The cool hand suddenly grabbed the woman's warm slender waist and shrunk with dye.

"Well..."

She gave a baby a cry of cold.

"Cold?"

The man rolled out the core of cherizi with the tip of his tongue, vomited in the snow, held the woman's chin in his hand, leaned over and pecked at the woman's bright red and sweet lips, joked and asked.

Mo Yi's Blush almost drops blood.

She leaned firmly against the man's arms, put her hand into his coat and surrounded the man's narrow waist.

"Go to the car... I'm afraid of the cold..." she whispered.

Jing mowen's lips were hooked up, holding the woman horizontally and walking back with big steps.

Night falls, the sky is boundless and starry.

Inside the car, Mo Yiran leaned against the man's hot arms and his face was red.

The man's chin rubbed the woman's soft hair, one hand supported his head, and the other hand tightly hugged the woman's thin waist. Fingertips gently rubbed her smooth skin, sometimes soft, sometimes suddenly hard, so that the woman in her arms couldn't stop.

"Are you teasing me again?"

Ranran reached out and pinched the man's waist. As a result, the man's eyes sank. He turned over and pressed the woman under him. "Ranran, what else do you want to say? Huh?"

Yiran suddenly suffered from eating pain. She showed her nails angrily and scratched hard behind the man.

"I warn you, Jing mowen, give me... Ah!"

Facts have proved that Mo Yiran can only be the conquered one when the president is on the job.

I don't know how long it took. Mo Yiran is too tired.

Maybe it's because of the quarrel before. Jing mowen has been abstinence. This time, Jing mowen deliberately tricked Mo Yiran into going back to the wild, which made Mo Yiran miserable.

Finally, the satisfied man hugged the woman who had collapsed and almost turned into a pool of water.

Mo Yiran sits on a man, too weak to move.

"Wife, how's your husband?"

Mo Yiran was tired and had no strength to speak. Her sweat flowed in her forehead. She was panting and her mouth was red and swollen.

When a man sees a woman not talking, he thinks she is not satisfied.

"Ah!"

Mo Yiran didn't expect Jing mowen to make a surprise attack. She was panting again.

"No, no, no more... Go on... Please..."

Mo Yiran's eyes turned red and his voice was weak. He raised his hand and feebly touched the man's angular and handsome face.

Jing mowen grabbed her hand and kissed the painful tears from the corners of the woman's eyes. The evil spirit smiled, "Ranran, answer my question just now."

"You're the best. Really, don't continue..."

"Call your husband."

"Husband..."

"Take your husband and repeat what you just said. Listen to your husband."

"You are shameless! You threaten me!"

"Well? It seems that you are not satisfied enough?"

Mo Yiran was surprised and exclaimed: "husband, husband! Husband, you are the best. Can you stop? I really can't..."

Jing mowen smiled: "just lie down and don't move. Your husband makes you feel the happiness of the world."

Words fall, continue the previous action, head slightly forward, kissed all the women's calls.

At midnight, Mo Yiran suddenly woke up.

Her clothes have been put on again.

Jing mowen is lying next to him, hugging himself and sleeping safely.

Mo Yiran gently moved, but felt that the whole person was about to fall apart, as if in pain.

Just like the first time with Jing mowen a year ago.

Even more painful than a year ago.

Yes, the first time I was drugged, the person who took the initiative was myself

And at that time, the two were unfamiliar, and it was the first time for themselves. Jing mowen was quite restrained.

This time, Jing mowen is punishing himself almost with revenge.

Because of the snow, it was not dark outside, even a little bright.

The clear moonlight is still shining, and the sky is full of bright stars.

Mo Yiran glanced at the man's quiet sleeping face, stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, from the deep eyebrow bone to the high bridge of the nose to the bright red thin lips.

"Didn't you sleep well?"

Mo Yiran showed a kind smile, and then his eyes suddenly snapped. His men suddenly worked hard and fiercely pinched the man's face.

"You fucking think I would say that! I can't sleep. Do you still want to sleep safely? Don't you have too much energy? Why sleep? Get up and look at the stars and the moon! Talk about poetry and life philosophy!"