President spoils the dark wife

On the street late at night, there were few seven people, and the black Maybach galloped past like the wind.

"Open the door!"

The doorbell was accompanied by a knock and a man's hurried cry.

The door suddenly opened. Bai Shengyan saw the gloomy King ink text at the door.

"Mo Yiran? Where is she? Let her out!"

Jing mowen pushes Bai Shengyan open the door and rushes into the bedroom eagerly.

"Jing mowen, you're crazy! This is my house. Who are you looking for here?"

Bai Shengyan grabbed Jing mowen and felt that the scene was familiar. It seemed that something similar had happened before.

However, it is obvious that there is something wrong with the state of Jing Mo Wen this time.

He fiercely shook off Baisheng cigarette and looked at Baisheng cigarette with red eyes. "She's here. I know! Baisheng cigarette... You let her out... Let her out, okay?"

Jing mowen softened her tone. She didn't know if it was the illusion of white smoke. She seemed to see a trace of plea in Jing mowen's eyes.

It was the first time Bai Shengyan had seen Jing mowen like this. It seemed that since he knew her, Jing mowen had never had a good face for her, let alone begged her anything.

Finally, Bai Shengyan frowned and told him.

"Ranran, just dismantled a express, and then hurried out. I didn't catch up."

"Where's the express?"

"She took it away."

"... already, see, ha ha."

Jing mowen sneered, and some lost souls left.

"Ink!"

As soon as Qi he caught up with him, he saw Jing Mo coming out of Bai Shengyan's house expressionless.

Bai Shengyan sees Qi He and looks bad.

Qi He and Mo Yiran also know some of their gratitude and resentment. Although she is not familiar with this person, she just can't like him.

Qi he glanced at Bai Shengyan and left with Jing mowen.

After the two left, Bai Shengyan called Mo Yiran, but he couldn't get through all the time.

……

Qi He sent Jing mowen back again. He never thought Jing mowen was such a toss.

"What's the matter with you!"

Qi He looked at Jing mowen, who was still lost after getting out of the car, and finally got angry.

"Fifteen years ago... Do you remember?"

Jing mowen said coldly.

Qi he was stunned and his face changed slightly. "You mean, Mo Yiran knows?"

Jing mowen didn't speak, but it was self-evident.

Jing mowen walked straight ahead alone.

Qi he stood there and sighed.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw Jing mowen, who had been walking well, and suddenly his body shook and fell to the ground.

"Ink!"

Qi he rushed over and caught Jing mowen who almost fell to the ground in time.

"How are you, Mo Wen? I'll take you home!"

Jing mowen was a little confused. He stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead. Suddenly he laughed at himself. It was particularly desolate in the night.

"Home? I don't have a home."

Qi he frowned and pointed to the villa not far away. "You're really confused. Isn't that your home?"

Jing mowen smiled low, and the laughter was distressing, "home? That's not my home, that's just my house..."

Qi he frowned deeply and tightened his fist. He really didn't trust Jing mowen's appearance now.

After sending Jing mowen back, he stayed with him all night.

Several times Jing mowen woke up in the middle of the night, and Qi he was by his side.

At first, Jing mowen was startled. Later, he made Jing mowen settle down.

Finally sleep safely.

Looking at Jing mowen who is sleeping deeply, Qi he sits by the bed. He is too tired and has no sleepiness.

He reached out and touched the angular face of the man on the bed. Qi he felt very bad in his heart.

In just a few days, Jing mowen was so thin.

Fifteen years ago, it was already over. How could it be turned out suddenly

Who is it?

Jing Mozhen and Mo Yiran have divorced. Why should they be demons?

What the hell do you want?

……

The dawn in winter is very slow.

The sky was hazy, frozen hands and feet.

The view from the rooftop is wide. The building is very high and can almost overlook the whole city.

The cold wind is blowing in my ears, like a cry of desolation and despair. Through the wind, I seem to see the heartbreaking scene here many years ago.

Mo Yiran was wrapped in a thick cotton padded jacket, his hands in his pockets, and a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.

Until the last cigarette was burned out, Mo Yiran looked up vaguely and felt the cold wind.

She stood up and stroked a sunken fence with her slender hand.

The fence has rusted. Look closely, it seems that blood can be seen on it.

It's strange to be able to see it after so many years of wind and rain.

Mo Yiran closed his thin lips, squeezed his fist and took the picture out of his bag.

In the morning, the red sun in the distance jumped out, and the picture became clear and more shocking.

A little white boy, with a bloody knife in his hand, looked cold, and at his feet lay a dying dog.

The dog is a Tibetan mastiff. It is very big. It is bigger than the whole young man. It is covered with blood and dies in peace.

The place where the boy is located is the rooftop where Mo Yiran is now.

In the next photo, the teenager hijacked an adult male with a fierce face.

Mo Yiran knows what the other party wants to tell him about these photos.

Jing mowen has been cruel since childhood.

Mo Yiran put the photo back and took out the camera.

The camera was sent with the photos, but Mo Yiran hasn't seen it yet.

She opened it and found that there was only a ten minute video.

Mo Yiran opened it and found that the person in front of the camera was very strange. Mo Yiran didn't know him.

He is a very old man, probably in his eighties, very fat, with loose skin on his face, a lot of senile spots, gray hair, and only a few pinch of hair left.

The old man can't tell whether it's a man or a woman.

It should be a man, Mo Yiran guessed.

He put the camera firmly, and then suddenly showed a smile, which was very strange.

Mo Yiran frowned and rejected the old man.

After laughing, the old man turned and walked to the bed behind him.

At this time, Mo Yiran also found that there was a naked boy on the bed who was locked by the iron chain at the head and end of the bed!

Looking at this scene, Mo Yiran's heart suddenly cooled. She recalled that Jing mowen had treated herself like this. She couldn't help opening her eyes and had a hunch of what would happen next.

As she expected, the old man began to attack the frightened teenagers.

He climbed into bed, his huge body pressed on the boy's thin body, bent his head and licked the boy.

Later, with the rising mood, the old man could hardly control himself and bit the boy's arm out of blood!

With the boy's shrill scream, Mo Yiran's tears couldn't stop flowing down.

She covered her mouth tightly so that she didn't lose her voice and scream.

The cruel picture on the video screen continues. The cry of the boy's collapse is transmitted to his ears with the evil laughter of the old man. Don't dye your face white.