President spoils the dark wife

"Who are you calling? I have to call behind my back. What's wrong with me?"

Cui Liji was surprised by the sudden sound at the door. She turned her head, bent her eyebrows and eyes, and smiled brightly: "I didn't find anyone to hit you."

Jingzhen leaned lazily against the door frame and stared at the girl quietly. For a long time, with a cold hum, she got up and left first.

Cui Liji saw that the boy was angry, sighed, caught up with him, grabbed the boy's shoulder and said, "well, ah Zhen, don't be angry. Please have a meal."

"What do you eat?"

"How about the daily data?"

"Yes."

Looking at the boy's face gradually getting better, Cui Liji smiled and left the school with shoulder to shoulder.

Cui Liji may not understand that sometimes coaxing a person can not be solved by inviting a meal. The reason why he is not angry is that you are the one he is reluctant to hurt.

In the evening, the night wind hit, and pedestrians hurried in the street, turning their clothes.

Yiran stopped the car and got on the elevator. Before he got close to the ward, he saw Wang Shuyu coming out of the ward with his face covered and crying, followed by the young Mo Qing.

Yiran didn't know what it was, so she dodged behind a huge potted plant.

With the help of Mo Qing, Wang Shuyu walked past her without squinting. He didn't find Yiran.

Yiran looks at their backs, purses her lips and enters the ward.

Close the door of the sick room and Yiran walks to Mo Changguo's hospital bed.

She has never seen such a decadent and quiet Mo Changguo. She used to be cruel, cold and flattering on her face

It's all gone.

He was still in a coma and didn't wake up. His face was pale,

"Why..."

Yiran stood in front of the hospital bed for a long time and said only this sentence for a long time.

Turn around, look up, tears did not fall.

When I went out again, my face was gentle and kind.

"Elder sister."

The young voice came from behind, like the first bell in the temple in the valley in the morning.

Take a meal and turn around.

The boy was thin and wearing a school uniform. His face was bright and white, with clear edges and corners.

His eyes were dark and deep, with shallow hope, just looking at Yiran quietly.

"Ah Qing, take good care of him." Yiran said and passed the boy.

Mo Qing, when Yiran said this, seemed to be poured with cold water, and the light in her eyes suddenly disappeared.

As he passed by, the young man grabbed Yiran's sleeve and said angrily, "don't Yiran! What do you mean? He is also your father. You betray morality because of your own selfish interests. How can you be a good teacher!"

Yiran bit her teeth, gently put her thin and plain white hand on the back of Mo Qing's hand and said, "I never said what you are afraid of no matter what you are. I will pay for Mo Changguo's medical expenses in love and reason, and I can pay your tuition, but your mother, it's not funny. It's good if I didn't trouble her!"

Then, one finger at a time, he broke off the boy, grabbed his hand tightly, turned and left, and didn't see the boy's face of running away at that moment.

After a long time, Mo Yiran, who has experienced more things, will still be shocked by his indifference at the moment.

Why was it so cold at that time?

Just because Mo Qing is Wang Shuyu's son?

I think this time is too extreme, which will lead to the innocent youth falling into an endless abyss like her.

Really, think about it carefully. Mo Qing is so much like her. If two people in the most desperate time, their favorite and closest person can hold themselves, rather than fling their hands away with the most indifferent attitude, they will not become them later.

As the sky darkened, the orange street lamps on the street slowly lit up. The dusk was yellow and looked very warm, which reminded Yiran of the guiding street lamp in Chihiro.

The orange light is dense with the rich night, making the dyed shadow slant long and thin.

Yiran comes to the third class hall to keep the appointment.

Before entering, Yiran was fiercely dragged to one side of the dark corridor by a strong big hand.

Ranran was shocked. He thought yuan Nuo or Han Dao didn't give up. He ran to kidnap her. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout for help, but he was tightly covered by the other party's hand. Yiran was even more frightened. He raised his foot and kicked it heavily under the other party's crotch. If he didn't kick it, he would lose his son and grandchildren.

The man groaned with pain, but the strength of his hand was not loose at all. He quickly clamped Yiran's leg with his leg, making her unable to move.

A low voice sounded in her ear: "Ranran, it's me."

The familiar voice stopped Yiran.

Jing Mo Wen?

Two seconds later, Yiran's reaction became more intense and bit the man's hand.

How dare he come to her?

The man took back his hand fiercely.

"What are you doing? Want to kidnap? Dream of you!"

As soon as he pushed away, Jing mowen was about to run.

As a result, he was dragged back by the man without running two steps.

"Ah, ah, someone kidnapped, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu!"

Just shouted half a sentence, his mouth was covered by the man's hand.

Seeing someone coming this way, Jing mowen's eyebrows and eyes were cold. He cursed in a low voice, picked up dye and strode away.

Yiran was thrown into the back seat of the car. As soon as he sat up, the man pressed over.

Her mouth was blocked by a cool thin lip, and all her words were helpless to swallow.

Jing mowen's lips are hot and difficult to stop, so as to dye the restless movement.

In the dark, the man's eyes suddenly became gloomy.

He thought she was going crazy. She was like a drug, eroding him bit by bit, eroding his bones and burning his heart.

Cui Liji and her brother came out of the same womb.

When Cui Liji was as stupid as her brother, he wanted to slap their brother and sister to death.

Don't dye this damn woman.

He thought about her day and night. She was fine. After sleeping with him, he turned around and got married.

I'm not married now. I came to date another man a few days later!

Is his Jing mowen so disreputable?

Thinking of this, the angry man has more hand power to dye his waist.

Yiran closes her eyes silently, unable to resist.

A smile floated on Jingmo Wen's lips. The previous bad mood dissipated in a moment because of the cooperation of the woman under him.

"Ranran, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much."

Jing Mo Wen's gentle breath twined around his ears and shrunk his shoulder subconsciously.

"Jing Mo Wen's ancient Tan like quiet eyes flashed a trace of cunning. Then he sipped his thin lips with pink earlobes and gently bit them.