President spoils the dark wife

At the end of the dinner, seven people raised their glasses and touched them. The maid came up with the cut fruit plate.

The grapes are dark and stained with water. Watermelon is red in blood and has few seeds. It is placed on a carefully carved silver plate, very much like an oil painting written by a famous artist.

"Try this grape. It was planted by the second old man himself. We came back just in time for the last wave of grapes. Although it is the end of the season, it is also very sweet."

Jing mowen fed dye a grape.

Yiran bit it. With a little force from Beifang's teeth, the grapes burst open. The juice of the grapes quickly occupied in the mouth, and took Yiran's taste buds with an overbearing strategy at a very fast speed.

With dye's pupils shrinking, he swallowed the pulp, spit out the skin and seeds, turned his head and stared at Jing mowen, "husband, it's delicious!"

The two old men were amused by the reaction of Yiran and hurriedly pushed the fruit tray in front of Yiran, "eat more if you like."

"Yes!"

Yi Ran answered happily, like a child.

And Jing Mo wenleng was yelled by Mo Yiran's husband just now. The whole person lost his soul, like falling into a honeypot and couldn't get out.

After six years, he finally heard Mo Yiran call him husband again.

He's too hard!

Gradually, the sky gradually darkened, and the moonlight became more and more attractive.

Jing mowen used to pull Mo Yiran as soon as he finished his meal. It seemed that he was going somewhere, but the old man suddenly pulled Jing mowen to play chess.

The old man likes Chinese go very much and has great attainments. He has not met his opponent for a long time. This time, he finally caught Jing mowen who came to the door. He won't let go so easily.

A few hours passed as soon as the chess game was played.

One side of Yiran is not boring.

The old lady is experienced and knowledgeable. Chatting with her makes Yiran feel that listening to your words is better than reading for ten years.

They sat in the yard, watching the moonlight and smelling the flowers. Time passed quietly between their fingers.

"Ranran, my chess game is over. Let's go!"

I was talking to the old lady about astronomy. Yiran was pulled up by Jing mowen who came out in a hurry.

"Grandma, I wanted to stay a few more days, but I have to go back to deal with some things in China. I have to go tomorrow. So I'll take Ranran around tonight. You don't have to wait for us!"

Jing mowen then pulled Mo Yiran away. The old lady seemed to shout something in the back, but because Jing mowen left in a hurry, they didn't hear clearly.

"Where are you taking me?"

Mo Yiran was trotted by Jing mowen for a long time. He finally stopped. Yi Ran bent over tired and held his knee panting.

I don't know what medicine Jing mowen sells in the gourd.

I didn't hear Jing Mo Wen's answer. As soon as I looked up, I saw that Jing Mo Wen was not red and breathless, so ran became more angry.

Is this man made of iron? Don't you know what is tired?

"You..."

Yiran hits Jing mowen on the chest and is trying to kill him, but Jing mowen grabs him by the wrist and pulls him closer.

"Don't move, look up."

The man grabbed Yiran's shoulder, and the masculine breath wrapped her.

The sudden approach made Yiran feel a little cramped. In a panic, she looked up according to the meaning of the background ink.

The moment she looked up, she was amazed.

The stars are shining everywhere, suddenly like a dream.

On the dark boundless night, the dotted stars are endless, as if a piece of glass had been broken.

The clear moonlight shines on the earth, and the silent earth seems to have been sublimated.

Elan can't speak anymore, only her eyes are full of startled Hua.

"The last time you got drunk at your mother's grave, you said you missed watching the stars on the endless grass when you were a child. You also said that the stars in city a were covered by the prosperity of the world. Are you satisfied with the current scene?"

Jing mowen teased his dyed hair and asked with a smile.

"Of course... Satisfied..."

Yiran looked at the starry sky and felt a long lost feeling.

When I was young, the years with my mother under the night were quiet and appeared again.

Since her mother died, she has become too impetuous.

She hasn't enjoyed the moon and the stars so quietly for a long time.

She is addicted to the drunken life and dream of death in the bar. She has no time to be sad through fair and fair friends, but she is more and more confused

She didn't know why. Mingming was very happy when she played and didn't remember any worries.

But every time she woke up from a hangover, she felt very lonely.

Wine field friends are different from confidants.

Just like before, except Qin Yu, no man could enter Mo Yiran's heart.

Qin Yu can enter her heart because he knows her.

But later, I didn't love him.

Because he is a man of no choice. He has seen too many dark sides. He is good at guessing human nature and analyzing advantages and disadvantages.

He can see through everyone and make everyone close to him.

But Jing Mo Wen is different.

He never knew himself, but he loved himself and knew himself a little bit.

He is not blind to himself. In fact, he is not a perfect person, but after seeing through himself, he still chooses to stay with him.

Mo Yiran may never meet a second person in his life.

Yiran's eyes suddenly shed tears when he looked at the night dome.

She threw herself into the arms of the man beside her, habitually didn't say anything, just cried.

Keep your thoughts in your heart. This is mo Yiran's method of self-protection.

Once upon a time, she would hold back whenever she wanted to talk to someone.

Even if she couldn't control her emotions, she would hold back.

Because she knows that good friends also have good friends.

The speaker is careless and the listener is intentional.

She will never let others have any chance to hurt or betray herself.

Even now, she knows that Jing mowen is her closest person, but she still habitually doesn't say it.

Because she deeply knows that she is just a hot head now. If she really starts talking to Jing mowen, she will regret it the next day.

Jing mowen looked at the crying woman in his arms, didn't ask much, just hugged her.

Mo Yiran has never been a crying woman.

Once upon a time, when they first met, Mo Yiran was tough and didn't look like a woman.

All day long, it is the posture of seeing God kill God, meeting Buddha and killing Buddha.

But now, she is crying more and more, like a bullied child.

And just cry to yourself.

He knew that she was venting her depression.

She really believed in herself, so she indulged.

Although she didn't say anything, he just understood.

The two of them lay on the grass for a long time. I don't know when heavy clouds floated on the night dome, blocking the tantalizing moonlight, and the stars dissipated without noticing.

"Ranran, shall we get married when we get back?"

Jing mowen suddenly said.