President spoils the dark wife

Under the rich and enchanting night, the moon quietly climbed up the branches, and the world was silent.

Mo Yiran, drunk, leaned against Jing mowen's arms, looked up at the moon, pointed to the scattered stars in the sky, and suddenly smiled, "I said, the night sky is really lonely. The starry sky I saw when I was a child is much more lively than here!"

"Where do you see the starry sky?" Jing mowen asked half squinting, slightly wary, "with whom?"

"Well... On a pasture, I don't remember where it was. Anyway, my mother took me there. It was big... At that time, my mother was lying on the grass, and I was lying in my mother's arms, counting the stars to sleep, hehe... At that time, OBO was not dead..."

"Who's OBO?" Jing mowen's tone was not good when he heard the name.

"The Tibetan mastiff raised by my mother is big and fierce, but it is surprisingly kind and gentle to me... It doesn't get angry how I make it. When I was a child, I took it to kindergarten. When I was waiting for the traffic light in the car, there was a little boy in the car next to me, which was funny. I smiled at him with a shocked face..."

"Tibetan mastiff..."

Jing mowen whispered to himself, recalling things in his childhood again.

The clear eyes as clear as a mountain spring, the innocent smile, and the silly dog in her arms who grinned at herself

Ranran... Could it be you?

"Ranran, was the boy you saw when you were a child wearing a brown suit?"

That day was Jing mowen's first speech in his life.

When he met the different girl on the road, his heart trembled slightly. People could not avoid it. Even the Tibetan mastiff, who dared not get close to herself at that time, she grabbed its ear and hugged the stupid dog

It can be said that it had a great impact on Jing Mo Wen in childhood.

In the future, he often encountered difficulties in his work. When he hesitated whether to take risks, he would remember the girl's fearless appearance, so he finally created this Jingmo text.

Jing mowen is eager to get an answer. Is that girl Mo Yiran?

If so, what kind of fate is this!

How about a kindergarten with Mo Yiran when Han Dao was a child?

How does young and frivolous Yan binwei make Mo Yiran's heart beat?

What about Qin Yu's years of company and teaching?

He had never met her, but he met her in the vast sea of people!

Ten thousand years at a glance.

Mo Yiran was a little confused and couldn't hear what Jing Mo said.

His eyes looked at the night sky in confusion, and suddenly his eyes were wet, "but now there are too few stars, too few... I don't have to count the few..."

Jing mowen didn't get the answer. He sighed for a long time.

It doesn't matter. It's still a long time.

Bend over and kiss away Mo Yiran's tears.

Cold lips, very comfortable.

Yiran was greedy, held the man's face and kissed him affectionately.

Fiery lips and tongues are intertwined and greedy for each other.

Mo Yiran's nails haven't been cut for some days, and he poked into the man's collar. Feeling deep, the fingertips are slightly bent, leaving several scratches.

"Well..."

Under the influence of alcohol, dye feels dry and hot. Watching the woman start pulling her clothes, Jing mowen suddenly returns to his mind. No matter how uncontrollable, he can't be in the cemetery.

Other people's cemeteries are even better, but it's not appropriate in front of Mo Yiran's mother.

So he picked up the restless woman and walked back.

The next day Mo Yiran woke up at Jing Mo's house.

However, Mo Yiran didn't see Jing mowen.

After washing and dressing, Mo Yiran went downstairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw a lot of people sitting on the table.