President spoils the dark wife

"Bang bang."

Yiran knocked on the door.

"Who?"

There was a male voice in the room, which seemed a little wary.

Yes, Yuan Nuo came just now. It's hard to be vigilant.

Yuan Nuo, who was beside him, wanted to talk, but was stopped by Mo Yiran.

"Hello, a young lady surnamed yuan left you a note and asked me to submit it to you. Could you please open the door?"

Mo Yiran pinched his throat and said.

"Here we are."

The man inside answered. After a while, the door clicked and opened.

But instead of opening the whole door, he opened a small crack and stretched out a wheat colored hand.

Yiran looked at the hand and twitched fiercely at the corners of his mouth. Who is this?

Like this

"Just give it to me..."

Before the man finished, Mo Yiran couldn't stand kicking the door open.

"Oh, Hello!"

After the man gave a painful cry, Mo Yiran and Yuan Nuo had entered the door.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Another frightened female voice sounded from the bed, very sharp, stinging people's ears hurt.

Yuan Nuo behind him closed the door with his back hand for fear of frightening others.

"What's your name? Shut up!" Mo Yiran glanced coldly at the woman sitting on the bed, a little impatient, "it's so noisy."

Don't dye this posture. It's like catching a traitor yourself. It's fierce. Every expression and look seems to cut people.

"Are you... Mo Yiran?"

Han Dao, who fell to the ground, looked at the woman who came in, as if he couldn't believe it, "you..."

"What are you doing? Are you surprised?" Mo Yiran looked coldly at Han Dao with a bath towel around his waist.

Over the past six years, Han Dao has become a lot greasy. I'm afraid people have gained more than ten kilograms. The once tight abdominal muscles are gone. With a small beer belly, his face is round, his chin is out, and a pair of arms can't see any muscle marks. He seems to be a middle-aged uncle.

Seeing this, Yiran suddenly felt that the time was wonderful.

Not to mention the people in Jing mowen's circle, even Mo Yiran's father, who is so old, is still self-discipline and frightening.

But Han Dao

"Han Dao, if I remember correctly, you should only be 34 years old this year. It's not that you look like a man with 31 flowers..."

Mo Yiran frowned.

In any case, she could not imagine that in six years, Han Dao turned from a handsome young talent into a greasy uncle who cheated in marriage.

Han Dao stared at Mo Yiran for a while. He seemed embarrassed. He got up for a long time and stared at Yuan Nuo behind Mo Yiran with an angry face. "Smelly woman, you actually brought a helper. What else do you want to do? You think I'm afraid of Mo Yiran? I tell you, if you mess around again, I can beat you. Believe it or not, I'll divorce you now!"

If Mo Yiran hesitated when she entered the door, she wanted to hear Han Dao's explanation, because she couldn't unilaterally listen to Yuan Nuo's words.

But now, Mo Yiran feels that she doesn't have to listen to anything.

This man is no longer a man. He is a scum and scum!

"Keep your fucking mouth clean!"

Mo Yiran walked over and raised his hand and gave Han Dao a heavy slap.

"My God..."

The woman on the bed took a breath and got out of bed wrapped in the sheets. She looked at Han Dao painfully, "Mr. Han, how are you? Does it hurt?"

"Get off, smelly woman!"

Han Daoqi was crazy. He pushed away the woman who came over, pointing to Mo Yiran with red eyes and gnashing his teeth, "Mo Yiran! Do you think I dare not hit you? Who do you think you are? Why are you crazy in my territory!"

Mo Yiran looked at Han Dao's ferocious appearance and felt more and more like he had never known this man.

She smiled coldly, and Han Dao trembled.

This smile cracked his heart that had not fluctuated for a long time, and he recalled that distant morning.

The girl's cold and arrogant face when holding the Tibetan mastiff, and the sneer at the corners of her lips seems to overlap.

"Han Dao, I always thought you hated me. I didn't expect that you were quite good to me. Where I can't see, you are a scum!"

"What's wrong with me, scum? I ate your rice?" Han Dao smiled at the scoundrel and didn't care.

He shrugged his shoulders, took a few steps back, leaned against the table, looked at Mo Yiran and Yuan Nuo with his hands around his chest, and his eyes mocked.

"Mo Yiran, I helped you before. Have you forgotten? The woman standing next to you once wanted you to die, maybe now, and you helped her deal with me. Are you out of your mind? Haven't you considered that maybe our husband and wife are acting and deliberately deceive you? People, mind your own business OK. "

The fat on Han Dao's smiling face trembled.

Mo Yiran looked at him and became more and more disgusted.

If Han Dao was still that handsome guy, maybe Mo Yiran could have some patience with his vulgarity and malice.

But now, Han Dao is ugly and scum. She looks angry.

She felt very uncomfortable looking at him for a second. She wanted to throw a Durian into his ugly face and throw a blood hole to be calm.

In fact, someone did.

"Shut up, you ugly!"

Only a disgusting voice sounded, and then a lady's bag flew past Ran's ear.

That bag is awesome. It's full of sharp rivets. It looks like it contains a lot of things.

Smashing this bag is like smashing a Durian!

"Ah! Yuan Nuo, you fat woman is dying!"

Han Dao, who couldn't dodge, was hit all over his face, and his angry face cramped.

"You, you, you, you, you, you, who do you say is a dead fat woman!"

Yuan Nuo was furious.

"Who else here is heavier than you!"

"I can be generous when you cheat, but you dare to call me fat? This is my deep love for myself. What qualifications do you have to call me fat? I'm ugly with you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yuan Nuo had rushed up, but Han Dao, who became fat, was too chicken thief and pulled the woman who had just stood aside in front of him.

"Ah! How dare you scratch my face? I'll fight with you!"

The woman wrapped in the bed sheet was mad and immediately fought back. The two women fought, pinched their arms, pulled their hair and slapped one after another.

"Mo Yiran! It's all because of you. If you don't come, how dare the dead fat woman make trouble with me here!"

Mo Yiran patronized the theatre. He didn't notice that Han Dao rushed over at some time. He couldn't dodge. He was knocked down by Han Dao.

"You're crazy!"

Mo Yiran, who was knocked down on the ground, saw Han Dao's unexpected foot slip and fell down. He pressed on himself and was about to kiss himself. Mo Yiran slapped Han Dao with his backhand and hit him dizzy.

A few meters away, the two women were tearing each other's hair and shouting. It was a mess.

At this time, the closed door was kicked open from the outside to the inside.

Mo Yiran didn't know what was going on. He just felt a sudden light on his body. Then a dark shadow flashed in front of him, followed by a terrible scream.