President spoils the dark wife

"Yurou! What are you like?"

Jing mowen was shouted by Feng Yurou and suddenly remembered that his purpose was to use Feng Yurou to make Mo Yiran jealous.

Patronize the theatre.

So, with an exaggerated cry, he rushed to Feng Yurou's side and startled Mo Yiran.

Jing mowen has Alzheimer's disease?

It took so long to react. You want to care about the little beauty?

"It doesn't matter to me... I'm sorry. I promised you not to go downstairs, but I was so curious that I overheard your conversation and broke the vase in panic... I'm sorry..."

Feng Yurou apologized pitifully and carefully hid her injured hand behind her back.

Jing mowen, who had sharp eyes, saw it, so he made a full play, grabbed Feng Yurou's small hand and put it in his heart. "Yurou, I didn't protect you..."

Mo Yiran took a smoke from the corner of his mouth.

But at this time, Yiran looked carefully and found that this was the woman in the picture Cui biejun showed her?

It turned out that it was true that Jing mowen kept a little lover.

Even brought it home.

Somehow, looking at Feng Yurou's white skirt and the distressed eyes on Jing mowen's face holding her, Mo Yiran seemed to see himself.

Just as stupid.

Although Yiran thinks Jing mowen is a bastard, she still has some bad taste in her heart.

"Does she live here?"

Mo Yiran lowered his eyes slightly and asked forcibly and calmly.

Before Jing mowen could speak, Feng Yurou said, "mowen, I seem to disturb you. Can I go back to my room first?"

Mo Yiran's question has been well answered.

As soon as Feng Yurou's voice fell, he broke away from Jing mowen and rushed to the door. Mo Yiran supported the door frame with one hand and stopped the petite and lovely Feng yurousheng.

"Go back to your room? Which room are you going back to?"

Mo Yiran's eyes were deep. At this time, he looked at Feng Yurou with cold eyes. Feng Yurou couldn't help shaking.

Just now when I looked at the oil painting, I only felt that the woman in the words was extremely gentle, but one eye seemed to penetrate the hearts of the people.

At this time, facing the real person, the eyes were so sharp, as if she had seen through all her tricks.

Feng Yurou was too frightened to speak. She looked at Jing mowen weakly and wanted to run back to the man and hide.

Mo Yiran quickly saw through what she wanted to do and snorted with disdain.

At the moment Feng Yurou turned around, Mo Yiran raised her hand and grabbed the woman's back collar. One of them pulled it to her side, and her hand was lazily on Feng Yurou's shoulder.

It seems very lazy, but in fact it is quite powerful.

Feng Yurou who was caught should be the most able to experience

Ran touched the girl's young face with her slender fingers and smiled gently, "it's very beautiful, little girl, but if you choose a man, you still have to polish your eyes. Don't treat all cats and dogs as treasures. You'll see people's hearts for a long time. My sister's reminder now, you'll understand in the future."

Jing mowen was not angry when Mo Yiran scolded him.

Seeing Mo Yiran's itchy teeth, he was already very happy.

"Since Mr. Jing just invited me to stay, I'm not polite. I'll choose a room." Yiran smiled.

Hum, Jing mowen robbed her son, and she won't let him have a comfortable life!

Want to rob her son and find Xiaoyan a stepmother? you must be dreaming!

Isn't Jing mowen going to hold her for half a month?

OK, look who can beat who!

She doesn't believe it yet. She doesn't have the ability to stir up Jing mowen's life and let him take the initiative to make friends!

"Just... The top of the second floor faces north..." Yiran said tentatively, observing Feng Yurou's reaction.

Jing mowen, a veteran, has good emotional control. She can't see the flaw, so she looks for the flaw directly from the little girl.

With Yi Ran's opening, Feng Yurou's breathing stagnated. Yi Ran felt Feng Yurou's suddenly stiff body and smiled.

right enough.

The room facing north was the favorite room Mo Yiran went to when she was angry with Jing mowen. She shut Jing mowen out. Sometimes Jing mowen would turn over the window and go to her bed at night.

"Just the room facing the North... The room opposite is good. I like the sun bathing and don't like the room with too much yin. The room facing the North has climbed in many cockroaches before. I was scared at the beginning."

Feng Yurou's face turned white as soon as Ranran's innocent words fell.

Xiao Qiang

She said how she felt. She always felt itchy on her face at night, as if something had climbed over.

"Ah!"

She screamed and jumped on Jing mowen, "mowen, I..."

She wanted to say she wanted to change the room, but Jing mowen just hugged her shoulder and looked at Mo Yiran.

"Miss Mo, when did I invite you to stay?"

Jing mowen smiles.

Mo Yiran tilted his head slightly and gave a long "Oh?" voice, "no?"

Then he looked back at the maid, "ah Lian, did Mr. Jing's tea just now be too weak? Next time, I have to make some strong tea for your husband to wake up. You see, how bad my memory is. I forgot what I just said."

The maid was almost the confidant of Mo Yiran. Of course, she nodded to Mo Yiran and said, "yes, ah Lian knows!"

Jing mowen hung his head and smiled quietly. He couldn't help it.

When I looked up again, it was cold.

"It's OK to stay, but if Yurou has any damage, I'll ask you."

Jing mowen pretended to take Feng Yurou's hand, and then took her out.

When he passed by Yiran, he glanced at Yiran, "Yurou's room is opposite you, and the most dangerous place is also the safest. Only if she lives opposite you, you can avoid suspicion and it's hard to start."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yurou was desperate.

Is it hard for her to stay in the house with Xiaoqiang!

She doesn't want it!

Feng Yurou, whose heart collapsed, was confused and pale.

However, in addition to Feng Yurou, Mo Yiran's heart is more struggling.

In Jing mowen's eyes, is she such a narrow-minded woman?

Over the years, she never cried except when she gave birth to Xiaoyan five years ago.

But now, she just felt the tip of her nose suddenly sour.

There is some heat in the eyes.

Clearly disgusted with Jing mowen, but when she saw a man holding other women's hands and sneering at her, she couldn't stop being sad.

Another woman lived in her former home.

Her former husband took good care of another woman.

Yiran raised her head and comforted herself that it was just desolate.

This is the way she chose, no matter how hard she felt.