President spoils the dark wife

Jingmo text stood in front of the landing seven windows, thinking, with hesitation hidden in his eyes.

Mo Yiran, do you still have him in your heart?

For a long time, the man turned around and saw the child on the sofa playing something in his bag. He walked over and said in a deep voice, "what are you looking for?"

"Looking for chocolate, I think I put it in my bag."

The child frowned and looked very cute with a face of disaster.

"Don't you find it easy to pour out all the things in your schoolbag?"

"Yes..." the child nodded.

Jing mowen looked at the child's stupid appearance. He really didn't believe it was his own son.

His son can't be so stupid.

Inherited his handsome appearance, as for the brain, it should be inherited.

With a crash, all the things in the bag fell on the sofa.

Jing mowen glanced over and saw the black wallet.

His face suddenly changed. He quickly reached out to pick up his wallet and opened it. Soon he saw the pattern embroidered with roses on the inner wall of the wallet.

Jing mowen asked someone to embroider it by hand at the beginning. The embroidery method is a unique skill handed down by the embroidery master from generation to generation. It is impossible for a second person to embroider it.

This was the first gift Jing mowen gave to Mo Yiran when they were still in love.

Unexpectedly, she still took it with her.

Sure enough, women are duplicity.

Jing mowen hooked his lips and smiled all over his cheeks. A bad idea suddenly came to mind.

"Wang Ke, take Feng Yurou home and let her sleep in the room at the top of the second floor. Before I go back, keep an eye on her and report to me every move."

After the phone call, Jing mowen's eyes were almost happy to open a flower.

At this moment, this man is no longer the ruthless businessman in a suit and shoes in the mall, but a simple and naive child.

"Xiaoyan, let's go. Dad will take you to a big meal."

Jing mowen walked over and took the child's hand.

"OK!"

Xiaoyan clapped happily and said, "Dad, let's take Mommy with us? I sneaked out to find my father. Although I left a note for Mommy, Mommy must still be worried about Xiaoyan."

Jing mowen didn't think so, "let her worry."

"Dad, what did you say?"

"Dad means to let your mommy feel what it's like to lose Xiaoyan, so that she can take you to heart, otherwise your mommy will know to go out and flirt with boys all day."

"Eh? How does dad know that mommy likes to flirt with her good-looking brother? Mingming's father has never appeared."

Jing mowen: "

It's strange if he doesn't know

Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Mo Yiran, a female lust ghost friend like Bai Shengyan, will become pale even if she was pure.

After dinner, Jing mowen took Xiaoyan around city a and bought a pile of clothes, shoes, hats and all kinds of delicious food for the children.

At sunset, Jing mowen and Xiaoyan rest in a cafe.

The cell phone rang twice.

It's the paternity test.

Jing mowen was anxious to know the result, so he asked the people in the hospital to make an urgent appraisal and came out in six hours.

Jing mowen looked at those data, the bad mood that fluctuated all day was completely calmed, and there was no trace of hostility in yinglang's eyebrows.

It's really his son.

Jing mowen looked at Xiaoyan with more kind eyes.

When the sun sets, the burning sunset gradually fades down, and the tired birds in the forest, like the poems burned by the poet, return with the warm blood flame of the sunset.

When Mo Yiran came downstairs, he met several people.

Mo Yiran knows these people. They are Jing mowen's men.

There are some familiar faces, and some are raw faces.

"What do you want?"

Slightly pursed with dyed cherry lips, a gentle and kind smile swung from his cheeks, but there was a flash of edge in his eyes.

"Miss Mo, Mr. Jing asked us to pick you up."

"I'm not going."

She refused decisively.

"Mr. Jing had expected that Miss Mo would not go, so he asked us to bring a message that if Miss Mo didn't go, he would never want to see his son again."

Mo Yiran's smile suddenly stagnated, his tone suddenly turned down, as cold as ice: "what did he do to my son!"

"Please come with us, Miss Mo!"

Several people didn't answer Mo Yiran's words, but said loudly with one voice.

Yiran had no choice but to bite her teeth and had to get on the car with them.

In the twinkling of an eye, the last glow in the West was also hidden into the twilight. The mountains showed a dark blue outline. The twilight was getting thicker and the world fell into chaos.

In the labyrinth like huge villa, young girls in white dresses walked slowly through the corridor.

Finally, her footsteps stopped in front of a door that was lying open.

She knocked on the door tentatively. After making sure that there was no one inside, she opened the door and went in.

It's a study.

The study is very big and there are many books.

Besides books, there is a huge oil painting on the wall.

She is a very beautiful woman.

Pure white dress, slender and straight collarbone, especially the eyes, can't say how big, but it's very good-looking. She smiled, half narrowed her eyebrows and eyes gently, and quietly stared at the people enjoying the painting. Although her eyes were gentle, they inexplicably gave people a shock that was close to the heart.

The woman stared at the picture for a long time and was stunned.

Because she is so similar to the woman in the painting.

However, in front of this painting, she was ashamed.

The woman in the picture is really beautiful.

"Who allowed you in!"

The gloomy male voice sounded slightly with thin anger, which startled the woman.

"Mr. Jing, I'm sorry, because you suddenly picked me up. I, I thought, I thought we..."

Feng Yurou seemed to be frightened by a man. A pair of autumn pupils cried and said wrongfully.

Jing mowen looked at the woman and held back his anger.

Then, he came to the woman, forced himself to soften his tone, and rigidly hooked his lips, "Yurou, just now I was out of control."

Feng Yurou looked up and looked at the man's eyes.

This man is her pursuit.

She has been in love with him since he saved her at the dinner party.

However, she knew that there was an insurmountable gap between them, so she forced herself to strangle the bud of love.

However, this man is very kind to himself.

He bought himself clothes, took her to celebrity parties, and came as high-profile as he could.

Some people say she's just a lover, but if Jing mowen really just regards her as a lover, how can he take out the lover who can't see the light?

Moreover, so far, he has never made a breakthrough to himself. In fact, he is waiting for her response, isn't he?

Feng Yurou blushed when she thought of this.

Jing mowen looked at the woman who suddenly blushed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He just comforted her casually. What is this idiot thinking about?

If Mo Yiran hadn't moved his target to Xinwei in order to stimulate Mo Yiran, he wouldn't bother to take care of the woman of unknown origin.

However, Feng Yurou soon remembered the picture on the wall.

Will that amazing woman be his lover?

"Well, Mr. Jing, the woman in this picture is..."

Jing mowen looked sideways at the woman on the oil painting. Her face was gentle, and her eyes were wandering with floating wind like tenderness: "she, she is my daughter."

A woman he dotes on as his daughter.