President spoils the dark wife

Yiran didn't close her eyes all night. She was so sleepy that she yawned. She definitely didn't go out today. She had to make up for her sleep.

But before that, she has one more thing to say.

The car stopped slowly, and Jing mowen's dark circles were also a little heavy.

He was about to get out of the car to help dye open the door, but his hand was suddenly caught.

The man was stunned, as if he had been electrocuted. He looked at the slightly tired Qingyan woman beside him in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Jing mowen looked forward to it, but at the sight of Mo Yiran's dull eyes, the flame in his heart was immediately thrown out by ice water.

I was wondering if Yiran's relatives were coming. I was embarrassed to say that she was still unable to move because of leg cramps. A woman's clear and warm voice sounded in her ear.

"In fact, you don't hate it so much."

"Then I'll carry you up..." Jing mowen didn't sleep all night. His mind was dizzy. He was ready to reply that ran couldn't go. As a result, he saw a smile in the woman's peaceful eyes and was slightly stunned. He recalled what she said just now.

"What did you... Say?"

The man's expression is a little subtle, slightly frowning, with unbelievable.

The always quiet eyes are tinged with anxiety and become unlike the ruthless Jing Mo Wen known by Yiran.

With a slight hook on the lips, the eyebrows and eyes are full of tenderness.

"I said... I seem to like you a little."

Jing mowen blinked, took Yiran's hand away from his wrist, then pursed his lips and frowned for a long time without talking.

Meditating, as deep as when a major project is put in front of him on weekdays.

Mo Yiran blinked, smiled and opened the door and got out of the car.

"Then I'll go upstairs first and see you next time... Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to see me again."

Then he turned and left.

"Ranran!"

Without taking two steps, his hand was tightly grasped from behind.

Yiran turned around with a faint smile and looked at Jing mowen with a smile: "what else does Mr. Jing have to teach?"

"I didn't sleep all night last night. I'm a little sleepy. It's not safe to drive."

The man was tall, and there were blood stains not completely cleaned on his black shirt.

The horizon is gradually influenced by red clouds, and the air in the morning is cold, which makes people feel astringent.

"Well... There's a hotel opposite. It's still star rated. Just get a suite. Don't aggrieve our president Jingda?"

Continue to play silly with dye.

"But I have to collect money. I don't make money for such a loser..."

Jing mowen continues to be shameless.

"Oh, really? Yesterday you invited some of us to have a hot pot. The price is about the same as that of opening a suite. Why don't you feel bad when you eat?"

"But Ranran, I haven't eaten, I'm hungry, I haven't bathed, I haven't..."

"Well, let's go."

Yiran is too lazy to listen to Jing mowen's wronged nonsense. He doesn't dislike his blood smell. He takes his arm and goes away.

At this moment, Jing mowen, who had been tossed about by the cat last night, suddenly wanted to hold the cat, turn around happily in place, and then build a mansion for it!

"Ranran, do you want to wash it together?"

Jing mowen has taken off his shirt and displayed his perfect figure because of his perennial fitness in front of Yiran with a proud smile.

Yi Ran walked over, patted his abdominal muscles, smiled gently, pushed the man into the bathroom, and then hurt the door.

"Take a bath quickly. You dare to seduce me after talking so much?"

Clapped his hands, Yiran turned and lay down on the sofa.

After taking a bath, Jing mowen came out with Mo Yiran's bath towel. His eyes swept around the house and landed on the face of the woman who had fallen asleep on the sofa.

The sun came out. The sun penetrated the cold clouds in early autumn and gently shone on the woman's plain white skin. The small fluff was very soft and stained with dust.

Reaching out and kneading the woman's face, it seemed to hold the fine velvet of the Wutong leaf in early spring, and it seemed that it had accidentally put its hand into the cool, clear stream.

The man hooked his lips, and the fleeting warm smile was slightly undetectable.

When Yiran woke up again, he found that he didn't know when he had moved from the sofa to the bed.

Turn on your cell phone and look at the time. It's already eleven o'clock.

She sat up fiercely, thought again, remembered that she didn't have to go to work today, and then fiercely lay back in bed.

"Wake up? Are you hungry after sleeping so long? Let's go and take you out to dinner."

Jing mowen was outside in the living room reading the magazine Yiran threw on the table. When he heard a sound from the bedroom, he opened the door, leaned his back against the door frame and looked lazily at Mo Yiran.

At first glance, he habitually changed his face. Then he seemed to remember something, and his expression softened again.

The mobile phone that was just about to be smashed out in his hand was also put down silently. He looked at Jing Mo Wen with a smile and said, "haven't you slept for so long?"

Jing mowen sees Yiran hiding his mobile phone in the quilt and pulls a corner of his mouth.

When he saw the woman's face change just now, he knew that she had forgotten what she promised to pursue.

"I've slept for five hours. I woke up a little earlier than you. When I saw you still sleeping, I read a magazine in the living room."

Yiran nodded, pulled the sling that slipped to her arm, and then got out of bed.

She stepped on the flip flop and grabbed her hair. When she passed Jing mowen, she stopped and asked in surprise, "where did you get this dress?"

"Yesterday, after washing, I shook it with your washing machine. I just dried it and put it on."

"Can you wash clothes?" Yi Ran was even more surprised. "Can you use the washing machine? Isn't it broken? It's valuable!"

Jing mowen: "... I'm not without hands and feet. I can wash clothes."

"Oh, that's good." Yi Ran nodded thoughtfully, patted Jing mowen on the shoulder with a comforting smile like an old mother, and said, "you just said you wanted to take me to dinner? Then wait a minute, I'll take a bath and put on makeup, just 20 minutes. Look, the miscellaneous time will soon pass."

Jing mowen nodded and sat back on the sofa to read the magazine.

However, it was not long before he realized that he was too naive.

Twenty minutes in a woman's mouth

Hum, hum!

An hour later, Jing mowen looked at the woman who was still picking clothes in her bathrobe in the bedroom, pursed her lips and fell asleep on the sofa.

About an hour later——

"Jing mowen, wake up, I'm fine!"

Jing mowen was sleeping in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw only a slim woman standing in the backlight, smiling at her face, like a God.

For the first time, he saw her wearing a white dress and the light makeup of a girl's heart. It was not as amazing as when he first saw the black dress, but the more he saw it, the more he saw it.

The slender figure turned around in place, the skirt raised slightly, she stopped, and her smile was warm.

"Does it look good? Does it look like first love?"

She asked with a smile.

Jing mowen was stunned, got up, walked over, gently hugged the woman and said, "although there is no first love, it's very beautiful."

Yiran's smile is deeper and she has a strong desire for survival. That's the answer.

Gently hugged the man, like a gentle Samoye.

"Quite coincidentally, I don't have any, but I read countless people."