President spoils the dark wife

The pot of seven cactus that Mo Yiran took is a kind of big cactus, and the thorn is also relatively large, so it is very convenient to pull it out.

"Luckily I didn't take the cactus, otherwise there would be some trouble with the dense thorns."

Mo Yiran pulled out several thorns on his arm, and then pulled Jing mowen's hand to pull out the thorns for him. After pulling out, perhaps out of guilt and fear of Jing mowen's pain, he bowed his head and blew his hand.

Jing mowen was still angry, but looking at the woman in front of him gently blowing her wound seriously, he lost his temper again.

"Does it still hurt?"

Mo Yiran looks up at Jing mowen.

Jing mowen snorted coldly and ignored it.

Ethan smiled and heard that the door was kicked heavily again.

"Jing mowen! Mo Yiran! You cowards?"

Yan binwei's angry voice was still ringing.

"Let's go."

Mo Yiran smiled cunningly and ran to the balcony with Jing mowen.

The woman's hands were still slender, but there were many thin cocoons on her hands.

Jing mowen suddenly had a strange emotion in his heart, and his heart suddenly corrected pain. She must have suffered a lot in the past six years when she was abroad alone?

Mo Yiran is not afraid of anything. She can do everything by herself and has strong ability, but she is a woman in the end.

Women are made of water. They should have been taken care of and treated with dignity. Although Mo Yiran is strong enough not to need a man, why can she not be protected because she is powerful?

If Mo Yiran had been with him for the past six years, he would have protected her well and wouldn't let her suffer any more grievances. She should have the best.

When she gave birth alone, the child cried in the middle of the night, when she got up to coax the child, when she ran around for life, when she forgot to bring an umbrella on rainy days, when she met snakes, insects, rats and ants

Does she... Also think of herself and think how good it would be if he were around

Mo Yiran and Jing mowen climbed down the stairs along the window.

When he was going to run to Jingmo Wen's house, Mo Yiran glanced at Yan binwei's car and raised his eyebrows.

Hundreds of millions of sports cars. She hasn't driven them yet.

"Jing mowen, it's late at night. Would you like something exciting?"

Mo Yiran turns back and suddenly reveals a bad smile at Jing mowen.

Jing mowen took a puff from the corner of his mouth, "what do you want to do?"

Mo Yiran looked at the slight depression hit by cactus on the roof, shook his head, "tut tut" a few times.

No wonder Yan binwei is angry. Such an expensive car

Open the door and push Jing mowen to the co pilot.

Mo Yiran was about to enter the door when she heard the angry voice of the man above her head.

"Mo Yiran! What do you want to do!"

Mo Yiran looked up and saw Yan binwei, who had broken into the door and ran to the balcony. His shirt was slightly wrinkled and his face was iron blue, like the evil cactus just now.

"Bye ~"

Mo Yiran smiled and waved to Yan binwei, and then gave Yan binwei a wicked kiss. "The car is very beautiful. Let me make it. The friendship will last forever!"

The words fell, regardless of Yan binwei blowing his beard and staring angrily on the balcony, closed the door and sped away.

"You seem to be in a good mood?"

Sitting in the co pilot's seat, Jing mowen fastened his seat belt and looked at Mo Yiran with a smile.

"HMM." Mo Yiran didn't deny it, but his tone was relaxed. "Xiang Xinwei was cleaned up. I'm happy."

"Are you so happy that Xiang Xinwei was cleaned up by Baisheng cigarette? Last time I cleaned up Xiang Xinwei, I didn't see how happy you were. Do you like to see Xiang Xinwei cleaned up or Xiang Xinwei cleaned up by Baisheng cigarette?"

Mo Yiran thought while driving, "we are all happy, but the last time you cleaned up Xiang Xinwei, I was slapped by her, so I couldn't laugh. I watched you watching a good play in the distance."

This is turning over the old account. In a disguised way, he questioned why Jing mowen didn't come earlier.

Jing mowen sighed, quite helpless, "how could I think you would be beaten by Xiang Xinwei..."

Mo Yiran snorted and didn't speak.

"Where are you going?"

Jing mowen held his chin, yawned and said lazily, "I'm very sleepy."

Mo Yiran was silent for a while. For a long time, she whispered, "go and see my mother."

Mo Yiran never went to the cemetery when she came back this time. She still didn't have the courage.

After knowing that Huo Sha was her own father, she felt that her existence was ashamed of her mother.

If it weren't for her own existence, her mother might not hide around, or even marry at will.

If she didn't want to have a home, her mother might go back to Grandpa. If she went back, she would know that Grandpa gave Huo Sha a chance. They might not miss this life

However, she still thanked her mother for bringing herself to this beautiful world.

So she decided to have a look.

Jing mowen didn't speak.

He still remembered that it was a snowy night. He went to the cemetery to look for Mo Yiran and saw the portrait of the woman on the tombstone.

If he remembered that the woman was Huo Sha's old love at that time, maybe Mo Yiran had known Huo Sha six years ago, then with Huo Sha's backer, Ranran might not be bullied like that by Liang Xinren, Yu Na and others

After all, I didn't protect her.

The car stopped and the two men went to the cemetery together.

Yiran's hands are daisies and sake he bought on the road just now.

The cool wind at night, blowing into the collar, is cold at the bottom of my heart.

There was silence all around. Only two people's footsteps were not light or heavy, and occasionally stepped on several dead branches on the ground.

At dusk, looking at the bright and clean tombstone and the flowers placed in front of the tombstone, the flowers are slightly wilting, but it can be seen that they should be here these two days.

"Has Lord Huo been here?"

Jingmo Wendao.

Yiran nodded. "I heard from the housekeeper that he often came to the cemetery. Every time he came back, he was depressed and locked up in his room alone to drink sullen wine."

The woman put down the flowers and wine, stroked the black-and-white photos of the woman on the tombstone with her slender fingers, smiled, and tears twinkled in her eyebrows and eyes, "how can my mother rest assured that he looks like this?"

Jing mowen took out his handkerchief and gently shed tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Jing mowen, shouldn't I have been born in this world? Without me, my mother wouldn't marry Mo Changguo, and she wouldn't die so young. She had the opportunity to stay with her lover forever!"

Mo Yiran suddenly hugged Jing mowen, and his forbearance finally broke out.

Her cry was hoarse. Jing mowen gently patted her on the back and said, "Ranran, it's not your fault. Your mother loves you very much and she must hope you can be happy. Since things are a foregone conclusion, all you can do is to accompany your father well, and then live seriously and happily."