President spoils the dark wife

Here comes the elevator. Three people enter the elevator.

"I don't know," replied Jing Mo Wen.

He is not in the mood to think about fish, tortoise. What he hates most is fish!

"Wang Ba also wondered, ha ha ha ha ha... Ouch!"

Xiao Zhang is laughing, but when the elevator door is about to return, he is pushed out by Jing mowen.

When the elevator door closed, Xiao Zhang's scream of tapping the elevator door went away.

Mo Yiran laughed in the elevator.

"Is it funny?"

Jing mowen suddenly presses Yiran on the elevator wall, leans over and looks at her like a wolf.

Mo Yiran stopped laughing and shook his head. "It's not funny. Xiao Zhang Shao is retarded."

Jing mowen snorted coldly, "Ranran, I ask you, do you want to come back to me?"

Mo Yiran looks at the man, suddenly holds the man's face and kisses him.

The unexpected kiss made Jing mowen too late to respond.

After a while, Mo Yiran let go of Jing mowen and leaned against the man's generous chest. "Don't you care what you do so much, am I not with you?"

What else does Jing mowen want to say? The elevator has arrived.

"Let's go. Your grandfather's birthday should have begun for some time. We have to send birthday gifts!"

As soon as Yiran saw the elevator door open, she was happy and rushed forward with her skirt.

The high-heeled shoes under your feet are like stepping on the wind and fire wheel, or the one smeared with oil. They are very fast.

However, Jing Mo Wen was not slow. Taking advantage of her long legs, she walked away quickly, hooked Yiran's neck and forced her to go in the opposite direction.

"What are you doing? It hurts me!"

Dragged into a deserted corridor by Jing mowen, Yiran breaks free from the shackles of men and caresses her neck. She is a little unhappy.

"I tell you, don't think about beating around the Bush again. I won't easily let you change the topic this time."

Jing mowen supported Yiran's face with one arm, and his gaze was firm and sharp.

"If you don't give me a definite answer today, I won't let you go. I don't want to be vague. I've given you a long time. What you've done during this time is close and far. Are you trying to get?"

Mo Yiran looks directly at Jing mowen without fear. For a long time, she suddenly giggles.

This made Jing mowen frown. I don't know why.

"What are you laughing at? Serious!" Jing mowen yelled at her in a low voice.

Mo Yiran smiled, raised his hands around the man's neck, looked up close to him, his eyes tightly fell on the man's deep eyes, and his voice was gentle, "Jingmo Wen, when did you have so little confidence in yourself? It's not like you."

"What's not like me?"

Mo Yiran tilted his head and smiled, "before, you were arrogant and didn't pay attention to anyone. You need others to fear you. Now, look what you are doing? So many women are still waiting for you. You have to stick to me. Are you cheap?"

"It's none of their business. I like to rely on you. Mo Yiran, you don't want to escape me in your life."

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were dark. "I don't care what you mean. Now that you're back, you don't want to run away."

Words fall, just want to kiss up, be mo Yiran looked up.

Jing mowen's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked down at the woman's hand covering her mouth and frowned into a river.

"Huh?"

Jing mowen was speechless and could only use one tone to express his dissatisfaction.

Mo Yiran thought that the newly mended lipstick won't let you touch it.

"If we're a little late, your grandpa's birthday party will be over!"

Then he dragged Jing mowen to the banquet hall.

This time Jingmo Wen didn't pull her back, but looked at the hands held by them and felt particularly beautiful.

Six years, six whole years.

How many days and nights he saw her come back, but in the end it was just a dream.

It is said that if you suddenly dream of a person you haven't seen for a long time, that person is gradually forgetting you.

Therefore, Jing mowen was also dry and depressed for a period of time, and did not let the people around suffer less.

Now, Mo Yiran is really back.

And she had his son.

Even if she doesn't admit it.

But these are facts. One day, he will let her come back to him willingly.

When I was about to return to the banquet hall, I suddenly saw Leng Leng come out.

"Cold!"

Ran waved to her from afar.

Lengleng saw it and hurried over.

"I was going to find you, but I came back!"

The cold tone was a little hasty.

"What's the matter? I'm in a hurry."

Yiran was puzzled.

"Don't say it, Ranran. I've seen the power of your close friend today. Xiang Xinwei's face, tut tut... Alas, wait for me!"

Disregarding Lengleng's cry, Yiran hurriedly pushes open the door of the banquet hall and enters.

At this time, everyone gathered in the center of the banquet hall, with whispers and angry voices of master Jing.

"Xiang Xinwei, if you regret my grandson's repentance and resent Jing family, you choose to revenge at today's birthday banquet. Then I'll tell you plainly now that my grandson doesn't marry you is the most correct choice he has made in his life! We Jing family will never tolerate a narrow-minded woman like you!"

Mo Yiran was shocked when she heard this. She quickly picked away the crowd and squeezed in.

When I got to the front, I saw the scene clearly.

I only saw Mr. Jing in Chinese robes as if he was old for a moment, and his whole face was angry and twisted.

Jing's father and Shao Zhuangyi are holding old man Jing by the side, constantly saying something to defend Xiang Xinwei and make old man Jing not angry.

Baisheng Yanyan, binwei, Qihe and others stood aside with a optimistic smile on his face.

"What happened?"

Jing mowen's low voice was full of dignity with a trace of displeasure.

Yiran turns around when he hears the sound and finds that Jing mowen has reached behind him. The place where Jing mowen is is making way for an empty road.

Jing mowen stands next to Mo Yiran and sweeps his eyes coldly. He looks pale to Xinwei.

"I gave a bell on Grandpa's birthday. Brother, didn't your ex fiancee deliberately come to fill up our grandpa?"

Jing Mo Zhen, who came back from Dongcheng to attend Mr. Jing's birthday, put his hands around his chest and said coldly.

"Ah Zhen, don't be too arbitrary. Maybe Miss Xiang doesn't know the taboo of giving gifts? Look, this western clock is an old object. It's valuable. It's not easy to find it. It's really hard for Miss Xiang to be so careful."

Jing Mo Zhen smiles at Cui Liji around him.

This couple is really a perfect match

Yiran Yanks his eyes and looks at the clock on the ground.

Send the clock to the end. This is a curse to master Jing. It's still on her birthday. Xiang Xinwei is afraid she's not out of her mind.

"This is not my gift at all! Someone framed me, I didn't!"

Xiang Xinwei argued loudly with a pale face.