President spoils the dark wife

Jing mowen thought it was a good time for Mo Yiran to live down and abuse her.

But obviously, he was wrong.

And completely wrong.

Jing mowen went upstairs early and took a bath. He was ready to find an opportunity to raid Mo Yiran at night.

Or go to Feng Yurou's first, and then go to Mo Yiran when Mo Yiran's Vinegar jar is about to explode.

Jing mowen thought the second plan was better, so he went to Feng Yurou's room in a good mood. When he was about to arrive, he deliberately and loudly asked the maid to send a bottle of red wine.

Mo Yiran can't hear such a loud voice unless he is deaf.

Jing mowen waited in place for a while. He didn't see anything in Mo Yiran's room for a long time. He frowned and was in a bad mood suddenly.

With a cold hum, he strode to the door of Feng Yurou's room and knocked heavily on the door, "Yurou?"

His voice was not big or small, gentle and somewhat spoiled.

Don't believe it. Don't be angry.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Feng Yurou's soft voice sounded.

Jing mowen finally looked at Mo Yiran's door and still didn't respond.

He was not in a hurry and opened the door with a smile.

However, after opening the door, the man's smile was stunned.

I saw two women in the house, one is Feng Yurou, and the other is mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran lies on the bed in a suspender nightdress, while Feng Yurou, who is wearing simple style pajamas and pajamas, kneels beside Mo Yiran and paints her body milk.

The picture was once very harmonious.

"What are you doing!"

Jing mowen's face is black.

Why can these two people live in harmony?

Mo Yiran used to lie half on the bed, close his eyes, raise his eyes, and send an unpredictable smile to Jing mowen: "Miss Feng said she was afraid to sleep at night and asked me to come and sleep with her for a night. What can I do for you?"

"I..."

Jing mowen bit his teeth and couldn't refute for a moment. For a long time, he suddenly turned to Feng Yurou and sent all his anger at Mo Yiran to her, "you're afraid, why don't you come to me!"

"I wanted to find you..."

Feng Yurou's face is wronged. She has been enslaved by Mo Yiran for a long time.

Because she was frightened by Mo Yiran's description during the day, she didn't dare to sleep. She wanted to find Jing mowen. As soon as she went out, she met Mo Yiran at the opposite door and poured water.

Then Mo Yiran said to call Xiaoqiang for her. After a long time, Xiaoqiang didn't see her. She also called herself for a long time.

Feng Yurou now sees Jing mowen just like seeing the Savior. Half of her words of comfort are interrupted by Mo Yiran, "what are you looking for? What's your use?"

Jing mowen: "

Jing mowen was angry and ran downstairs in the middle of the night with a key in his hand.

This is the key to the room where Mo Yiran lives now.

Mo Yiran is very vigilant and will lock the door.

Jing mowen went downstairs and opened the door gently. Sure enough, he was locked.

He took out the key and the door opened.

But I just opened a small crack, but I can't push it open.

Jingmo Wen frowned and looked over, but he saw that an iron chain was locked behind the door!

Jing Mo was almost shocked.

Mo Yiran is too thief!

Mo Yiran woke up early the next day. When she went downstairs, she saw that Jing mowen had got up and was having breakfast.

The man looked worse when he saw Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran saw the dark circles under the man's eyes, held back his smile, went to the table, took a piece of corn from Jing mowen's dinner plate, took a bite and said, "good morning, President Jing."

Jing mowen's face became more and more gloomy. Then he suddenly grabbed Mo Yiran's hand and pulled it into his arms, forcing the woman to sit on her lap.

He imprisoned her and held the woman's chin. "Come uninvited. You live in peace."

Mo Yiran's face remained unchanged and smiled, "it's easy to ask God and difficult to send God. I'm very free. If I want to play, I'll play with you to the end!"

"Mo Yiran, you'll regret it."

"Wait and see."

It was a formal battle between the two.

In the next few days, various accidents emerged one after another.

But gradually, Mo Yiran found a problem.

Jing mowen was almost unharmed, and Feng Yurou was the most miserable.

For example, Mo Yiran did something on the chair where Jing mowen ate. As soon as Jing mowen sat on it, the chair legs would break, and Jing mowen fell to the ground.

However, Jing mowen held Feng Yurou's hand at the dinner point and affectionately let her sit on the main seat.

As soon as the flattered Feng Yurou sat down, the chair collapsed

For another example, Mo Yiran secretly replaced all the good wine in Jing mowen's wine cellar with inferior wine, and finally sent all the wine to Feng Yurou for no reason.

Said to take a red wine bath.

As a result, he had a rash

In a word, they are trivial things, but once they accumulate, they become serious.

Within a few days, Feng Yurou was dying in bed and couldn't get up. Jing mowen invited a private doctor to live in the guest room and stared at Feng Yurou's condition day and night.

The next day, somehow, the condition worsened

Looking at Feng Yurou lying in bed tired and not loving, she felt inexplicably guilty, so she stopped.

This guy is a personal genius. I'm afraid he doesn't have a pair of golden eyes.

However, the day after Feng Yurou fell ill, an unexpected guest came.

"Mo Yiran? Why are you here!"

Xiang Xinwei was shocked when she saw Mo Yiran lying on the sofa in the living room, watching TV and drinking watermelon juice.

She rubbed her eyes and determined that the person on the sofa was mo Yiran. After that, her face was blue and white, not to mention ugly.

Mo Yiran saw Xiang Xinwei, his face unchanged, "Oh, it's you?"

After glancing lazily at Xinwei, Yiran continues to watch TV carelessly.

"Since you want to pursue stimulation, carry it out to the end."

"You are so coquettish."

The characters on TV are talking, but they are particularly harsh in Xiang Xinwei's ears.

"What do you mean by playing this play? Satirize my third party!"

Xiang Xinwei was angry.

Yiran didn't even look at her. "I didn't say that anyone with a ghost in his heart can't sit still. That's what a guilty conscience is like."

Xiang Xinwei sneered, "I'm Jing mowen's fiancee now. You've long been in the past. Please go back where you come from!"

Mo Yiran's sudden appearance flustered her. She couldn't calm down at the moment. She wanted to throw Mo Yiran and his people into the ditch with this broken TV.

Mo Yiran is too lazy to talk to her.

After living for more than 30 years, I have heard a lot of bad words. What is Xiang Xinwei?

This woman is not an important person to her. There is no need to argue with her.

She likes to scold, so let her scold.

Of course, if the words are too extreme, Mo Yiran will not be merciful.

Should I play or have to play.

"Miss Xiang, use your brain. What you should guard against now is my past tense?"

Xiang Xinwei was slightly stunned and frowned.

Mo Yiran is right. Moreover, she really came here today because she heard some news that Jing mowen kept a little lover.

"Eh, sister ran, who is this?"

Suddenly a voice came from the stairs. Although it was weak, it was still sweet. People couldn't help but feel protective.

Xiang Xinwei's face was completely black.