President spoils the dark wife

"Oh, very happy?"

Mo Yiran closed his eyes, took a deep breath, collected his eyes and smiled.

The people in the box are familiar, but they don't have a deep friendship. Mo Yiran recognized three or four of them. They are several crown princes in city A. they are quite powerful at home. At ordinary times, as long as there is a chance, he will gather around Jing mowen.

No one is cooked except Chen Yu outside the box.

"Sister in law!"

"Sister in law!"

……

The people in the box heard the sound at the door and looked over. They were seeing Mo Yiran with a light smile. His face changed.

Call people respectfully one by one.

Who doesn't know Jingmo Wenchong's wife in city a?

But I wish I could pick all the stars, sun and moon in the sky and hold them in front of Mo Yiran.

This time, Jing mowen suddenly called them out. They still wondered. Now, looking at this posture, it seems that nine times out of ten it is a quarrel.

After all, Mo Yiran's miscarriage made a lot of noise before. The two people quarreled and didn't know what the outcome was.

"Brother Jing, brother Jing, wake up, sister-in-law is coming!"

A prince gently shook his head and narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be a drunk man, and said anxiously.

Jing mowen frowned slightly, opened his eyes and saw Mo Yiran at the door. His face did not change. He coldly lifted his thin lips, picked up the wine glass on the table and raised it to Mo Yiran at the door: "here comes Ranran? Have a drink together?"

There was no panic of being caught, but there was a trace of provocation.

Mo Yiran's face sank again, walked over step by step, stood in front of Jing mowen, and looked down at him.

The women next to Jing mowen saw Mo Yiran and got up in a panic. They didn't want to provoke her. They got up one by one and left.

As a result, Jing mowen held out his hand and grabbed one of them. One of them pulled into his arms. He shouted coldly at the other women: "what are you running for? Did I let you go!"

With Jing mowen's anger, the box, which had a strange atmosphere because of Mo Yiran's arrival, was silent at this time.

Several women looked at Mo Yiran, whose face was cold, and at Jing Mo Wen, who was full of hostility. They were a little embarrassed.

But after a little thought, they all sat back.

Jing mowen's wife is out of favor nine times out of ten!

Now they have a chance to get close to Jing Mo Wen. If they can get into Jing Mo Wen's eyes, they are worth the risk!

Mo Yiran looks at Jing mowen and knows that he's putting himself under threat. His face is cold, but he doesn't speak. He just looks at Jing mowen quietly and looks at the man with his eyes.

"Why, don't you drink?"

Jing mowen snorted coldly, raised the wine glass in front of the woman in his arms, and smiled with endless charm: "she doesn't drink, you drink!"

"Good, Mr. Jing!"

The woman held in Jing mowen's arms was instantly flattered and surprised. She was about to pick up the wine glass, but her fingertip just touched the wine glass, but her other hand suddenly grabbed it.

Look up, but Mo Yiran.

The woman grabbed the glass from the man's hand, looked up and drank it in one gulp.

"Beautiful!"

"My sister-in-law is powerful!"

"Sister Jing is domineering!"

……

Mo Yiran drank a glass of liquor, and there was an instant cheering in the box.

Jing mowen's face is a little ugly.

With a "pop", the wine cup was heavily placed on the table by the woman.

"It's boring to drink alone. How many?"

Mo Yiran bent over, put his hands on the table, hooked one corner of his lips obliquely, raised his eyes slightly, and smiled at Jing mowen.

It's like a sly fox, with a fake smile on the corners of his mouth and his eyes narrowed slightly. In his eyes, it's cold and cold without any temperature.

Before Jing mowen spoke, someone immediately sent the dice cup to Mo Yiran's hand.

This hand speed, at a glance, is single for 800 years

Jing mowen glanced at the man coldly. The victim only felt like someone poured a bucket of poisonous scorpions on himself, shivering and cold.

"Why, don't you dare to come? Afraid of losing?"

Seeing that Jing mowen didn't move, he just leaned lazily on the sofa and stared at himself. Mo Yiran was a little impatient.

Jing mowen disdained with a smile: "I've never been afraid of anything, but Ranran. If you drink and vomit later, don't blame me for not saving you face."

"I can earn face by myself. It's not your turn to drain water."

Don't dye your hands around your chest, and your eyes condense.

Jing mowen and Mo Yiran looked at each other for a long time before they finally said coldly, "fill the wine."

As soon as the voice fell, all the princes and princes around took wine bottles, took wine bottles, poured wine, and coaxed.

In the past, I was used to seeing Jing mowen spoil Mo Yiran, and I also knew that Jing mowen wanted Mo Yiran to quit smoking and drinking, but now the two people are in a positive situation, and they are still seeing each other for the first time.

From the foreground, Mo Wen is not a person who likes to come to such a place. If he comes occasionally, it is either socializing, or sitting and drinking, and does not participate in those messy activities.

Since she married Mo Yiran, Jing mowen has rarely appeared again.

Now, Jing mowen has suddenly returned to the wine pool and meat forest, and his style of behavior suddenly doesn't matter.

This surprised a group of them.

I really admire Mrs. Jing.

He pulled Jing mowen out of the mire, and now he pushed him back with his own hands.

"Jing mowen! Drink, don't you like to drink, especially?"

Many empty bottles have been piled on the table. Jing mowen and Mo Yiran account for half of the wins and losses, which can be said to be equal.

At this time, Jing mowen lost a game to Mo Yiran, but the wine cup in front of him didn't go down. Mo Yiran began to urge impatiently.

Jing mowen snorted coldly, "I have no problem, but I'll give you time to relax. If you faint, I have to hold you back!"

"Oh ~"

As soon as Jingmo's Mandarin fell, there was another malicious sob around.

"Who wants you to hold me? I've put down my fucking words today. Even if I climb back to sleep on the main road, I won't let you Jing mowen touch my hair! Burp ~"

With a red complexion, Yiran beat a wine gap, grabbed the quilt in Jing mowen's hand, looked up and poured a glass of wine into his stomach.

The stomach is hot, and the throat is burning like lava splashing.

But no matter how painful it is, how can it compare with the pain in my heart?

But when she put down her glass, she still looked as if nothing had happened.

She threw the glass aside, took the bottle directly, put it heavily on the table and said, "Jing mowen, add a bet. Whoever drinks a bottle of wine first will agree to the other party's request."

"I refuse."

Invalid rejection

Jing mowen: "

"Jing mowen, don't give advice after drinking so much!" Mo Yiran raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Jing mowen looked at the drunken woman in front of him. He wanted to press her on the sofa, block her mouth, tear her clothes and let her beg for mercy under her body. He couldn't say these words that made him angry anymore.

This damned woman has been making trouble for so long. What does she want to do!

"OK, if you want to play, I'll play with you to the end. I'm afraid you can't afford to lose!"

Jing mowen was really cruel this time. He deliberately looked away and pretended not to see the bandage on the woman's neck and the woman's reddish eyes.

She was deliberately looking for trouble!