President spoils the dark wife

After Gu Xiu left with Xiaoyan, Mo Yiran finished his breakfast and then drove out.

All the way to the river.

Mo Yiran got out of the car. The strong wind by the river will blow up with Ran's skirt, and the ink hair will fly.

She sat on the roof and looked at the long bridge not far away.

The bridge is too long and too high.

It was here that she lost her first child with Jing mowen six years ago.

At that time, I didn't feel how sad, because the child should not have taken shape?

She was not interested in the man who provided the sperm. Naturally, she had no feelings for the accident in her stomach.

That's it. Maybe it's good.

However, now Mo Yiran recalls what happened at the beginning and suddenly has mixed feelings.

If their children were born safely at that time, would it be a different outcome?

Life is constantly making choices, and was he wrong?

Is that poor shapeless child a boy or a girl?

But both boys and girls must be beautiful. After all, genes are so powerful

If, if I didn't love Qin Yu at that time, I wouldn't follow Yu Na, nor would later things happen

However, there is no if in life

Mo Yiran sighed, looked at the tall bridge and thought of his half father and half mother's sister Mo Yutong.

How did she feel when she fell from such a high bridge?

Later, after several twists and turns, she must have suffered a lot. Where is she now?

Dead or alive?

Mo Yiran sat by the river for a whole day without doing anything. He just stared in a daze and recalled some things in the past.

In the evening, Mo Yiran went back to Baisheng cigarette. There was no one at home.

Lengleng moved back to Qihe and took her dog.

Bai Shengyan estimates that he has gone with Yan binwei now.

After meeting Mo Yiran's Feifei for a while, Mo Yiran went to get Feifei dog food.

"Look, you'd better be your godmother. Your mother knows to hang out with old men. She forgets to feed you before she leaves."

Yiran looks hungry and dizzy. Now he is wolfing down the fat dog food in the dog basin. He sighs and turns to go upstairs.

The night wind blows the wind chimes by the window, making a clear and pleasant jingling sound, which integrates with the flying curtains into the silent midsummer night.

Early the next morning, Mo Yiran was woken up by Jing mowen's phone.

"Ranran, why didn't you come back? I waited for you all night yesterday!"

Mo Yiran was sleepy, and his voice had a heavy nasal sound. He replied stiffly, "what's the relationship between us? Why go back to you?"

"We, we are the couple about to remarry!"

"Haven't you remarried yet?"

"You mean you agreed to remarry?"

"No."

Jing mowen seemed a little impatient. "In your words, what are we now?"

"Isn't it obvious? Bed companion."

“……”

Jing mowen must have been angry. He didn't speak anymore. "Pa" hung up the phone.

Mo Yiran didn't mind, yawned, turned over and continued to sleep.

Until the door bell kept coming downstairs, Mo Yiran, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up and was very angry.

He sat up fiercely, grabbed his hair a few times, and went downstairs with his slippers.

As soon as he opened the door, as expected, Jing mowen came.

"What are you doing!"

Mo Yiran roared at Jing mowen, and then turned back to the house.

Jing mowen came in after him with a gloomy face. "Don't dye. What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

Mo Yiran went to the bathroom, flushed his face, rinsed his mouth, and then lay lazily on the sofa in the living room without looking at Jing mowen.

"I ask you what you mean by bed companion!" Jing mowen tightened his eyebrows and questioned angrily.

"Literally."

Mo Yiran turns on his mobile phone and begins to reply to the message. He is careless about Jing mowen.

With a cold smile, Jing mowen took Mo Yiran's mobile phone, looked at the chat records and snorted, "are you ignoring my existence for these insignificant people?"

Mo Yiran just returned a message. Now the mobile phone has been taken away, but he doesn't respond very well. He put his hands together on the back of his head, crossed his legs and smiled, "Why are you suddenly angry? Wasn't it still good yesterday?"

Jing mowen came to Mo Yiran, his back slightly bent, his hand on the woman's ear, and his face was serious, "why am I angry? Don't you know?"

Mo Yiran smiled unchanged and said, "you don't have to be responsible, you can discard it at any time, and you don't have to give anything. Don't all men like bed partners? In the years I'm away, can't you achieve that few bed partners who vent their desires?"

Jing mowen suddenly raised his eyebrows when he heard the speech, and the hostility dissipated.

The slender finger said, touching the woman's face to her attractive clavicle, "Ranran, you're changing your way to ask if I have a woman in the past six years?"

"Don't you dare tell the truth?"

Mo Yiran didn't expect that the careful thought in his heart could hide the scenery ink and smile.

"What do you think?"

Mo Yi ran a touch of Yin Li in her clear eyes, "I think you have."

"Wrong."

"I don't believe it." Mo Yiran turned her head to avoid the man's sight.

"I'm not interested in other women except you."

"Really? Then I'm very interested in other men."

"What are you talking about?" Jing mowen's tone was suddenly gloomy. He pinched Mo Yiran's chin and forced her to look at him.

"Who is that man? Cui biejun is still the one with blue eyes!"

The man seems to have suddenly changed his personality, his face suddenly darkened, and there seems to be a flame burning in his tiny pupils, burning all the miles around.

Jing mowen's hand is so strong that Mo Yiran feels that his chin is about to be crushed.

"No! There are no other men! Jing mowen, you loosen me!"

Don't beg for mercy with the pain.

"Really?" Jing mowen was skeptical, and his frown still didn't loosen. "Are you really not seduced by those foreign blonde men?"

"Really! Why did I lie to you? I'm choking when I take care of Xiaoyan. I have to find a way to make money. Where can I find time to hook up with wild men!"

Mo Yiran will be killed by Jing Mo Wen.

She just joked. She really believed it and pinched her so much.

"Hum, you'd better not lie, or if I know, I'll kill the grandson!"

After Jing mowen released his hand, Mo Yiran painfully touched his pinched chin and punched Jing mowen on the chest, "what about you, didn't you lie?"

"Of course, after you, who else in the world can come into my eyes?"

Mo Yiran's eyebrows and eyes were dim. "Then you always have physiological needs? Don't tell me you do it with Gu Xiuqi and them..."

Under Jing mowen's increasingly cold gaze, Mo Yiran shut up.

"Well, I believe you." Mo Yiran smiled.