President spoils the dark wife

Xiang Xinwei smiled again. She was beautiful and moving, but she had a snake and scorpion like heart and a tiger and leopard's keen insight.

"However, Yuan Nuo is just an introduction. Although she has a cruel mind, she is not deep in the city and is easy to trust people. She is more likely to be stereotyped. Mo Yiran, you are really good at plotting this set."

"I'm flattered."

Mo Yiran smiled. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the clerk at the bar and didn't know when he had left.

"You are not bad, too. The king's birthday is all hard to protect, and there is still a thread to tell you what happened to us upstairs."

Speaking of this, Xiang Xinwei was a little angry.

That time she was beaten down by Mo Yiran. The good image she had left in master Jing for six years disappeared in an instant.

But I'm curious. You should have known these things long ago. Why wait until now

"Because I'm waiting."

"Wait for what?"

"When your handle falls into my hand, I'll have a showdown with you."

"Ha ha, Mo Yiran, you are really interesting. What can I do? What evidence do you have for what you said just now?"

Mo Yiran kept his face unchanged and shook his head for a long time.

Mo Yiran stares at Xinwei and smiles when she is about to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're a man. If you don't do it, you'll kill people. You're smart and leave no trace. But who hasn't passed yet?"

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this, Xiang Xinwei's heart suddenly tightened.

In the past, except for that one, she never did it herself.

However, it happened so long ago. How could Mo Yiran

However, when Mo Yiran took a wooden box out of her bag and opened it in front of her, she took a cold breath.

"Do you still recognize it?"

Mo Yiran smiles lightly.

Don't wait to answer Xinwei, Mo Yiran continues to talk to herself.

"The bronze dagger unearthed in Dongcheng forty years ago was bought at a high price. The buyer ordered people to repair it and cut the blade again. It was wrapped with gold wire and silver thread, and the handle was inlaid with precious rubies. The buyer cherished the dagger very much, regarded it as his own, and took it with him all the year round."

Xiang Xinwei's hand has been shaking. Even if she clenched it into a fist, she still can see her fear.

"The buyer, surnamed Huang, was already the head of the invisible rich in city a half a century ago. He had no wife all his life. Later, he adopted a man and a woman as his adopted son and settled in Britain."

"Shut up!"

Xiang Xinwei patted the table heavily and looked ruthlessly, "where did you find it?"

The more flustered Xiang Xinwei is, the more calm Mo Yiran is.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled contemptuously, "in the earth."

In such a big cafe, Mo Yiran's voice is not loud, warm and gentle, but every word makes Xiang Xinwei scared.

"It's a good trick to kill people, forge the scene and inherit the inheritance."

Xiang Xinwei bit her lower lip tightly, as if she remembered something and gasped.

"Xiang Xinwei, it's not difficult to break you down."

Xiang Xinwei suddenly smiled darkly.

Her face was half in the light and half in the night outside the window.

"Mo Yiran, do you think I'm helpless in city a?"

"Your backers are just an illusion piled up by erotic bodies. If something really happens, they run faster than everyone. You don't really think those men will be sincere to you?"

Mo Yiran glanced at the car coming out of the window and narrowed his eyes, "Xiang Xinwei, you are too eye-catching, which makes me very unhappy."

"Are you unhappy? What makes you more unhappy? Do you want to listen?" Xiang Xinwei suddenly sneered.

Mo Yiran was calm and didn't speak.

"Do you remember the six-year prospect? I sent you those photos. Jing mowen loves you so much. I heard that you know his past. He will be very painful and collapse!"

Referring to this matter, Mo Yiran recalls when Jing mowen was locked up in a mental hospital.

In my heart, I can't help but feel a pain.

Jing mowen was a proud man, but he met the end of a hero. He was locked up in such a small room and became a lost dog. He was tied up at will and shocked

The physical pain is OK, but how many people can bear the mental torture?

"Don't you love him? Is that how you love him!" Mo Yiran scolded angrily.

"Ha ha! Love him? I'm so happy! I hate him, I hate his whole family, and I can't wait for his whole family to die in front of me!"

Mo Yi Ran tightened his fist. "If you tell me this, you're not afraid that I'll tell Jing mowen and Shaozhuang Yi?"

"Do you think I'll let you go?" Xiang Xinwei gave a sneer, picked up the dagger in the box and slowly stroked the blade.

Mo Yiran said quietly, "this is the city and I'm Huo Sha's daughter. Do you think it's a wise choice to do it to me?"

Xiang Xinwei didn't answer, but slowly stroked the dagger.

The woman's slender, white and tender fingers touched the blade.

In an instant, the finger was cut and blood flowed.

She seemed not to notice the pain, but hung her lips in a gloomy way, "it's worthy of being a famous knife for cutting iron like mud. It's still so sharp after so many years. I stabbed it into the man's chest and buried it deeply in the soil. It's estimated that it has a lot of resentment against me, hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."

As if she remembered something, the woman suddenly looked at Mo Yiran and stared at Mo Yiran with a look at the dead.

Jiao didi said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that this cafe belongs to me. Also, you don't really think I've been fooling around for the past six years? I came to city a to try my best to get close to Jing mowen and amuse the old fool of Shao Zhuangyi for revenge. Do you think I may have no power of my own?"

"What's your revenge?"

To Xinwei eyebrow tip a pick, "the hatred of life and death!"

Then he suddenly stabbed Mo Yiran with the dagger.

Mo Yiran was surprised and dodged slightly, but he was stabbed in the shoulder.

The dripping blood instantly dyed Mo Yiran's white shirt red.

Yi Ran fiercely grabs Xiang Xinwei's wrist holding a dagger, with great strength, so that Xiang Xinwei can't move.

Xiang Xinwei looks ferocious and breaks free several times without results. She is about to change her moves, but she sees Mo Yiran suddenly smile strangely and send her hand away.

Xiang Xinwei is not polite to Mo Yiran, so she inserts the dagger half an inch deeper.

"Hiss!"

Mo Yiran took a breath, suddenly got up and took two steps back powerlessly.

"I'll kill you today!"

Xiang Xinwei immediately got up and rushed over with a dagger.

However, before she took two steps, she suddenly stopped in place, her red lips slightly opened, her face turned white, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Mo Yiran lifted her eyes and looked at the door.

Jing mowen holds a silencing gun in his hand and his face is cold.