President spoils the dark wife

Heaven has a good reincarnation. Who has heaven spared?

The air was dead silent, with dye words falling, below the jaw and above the clavicle, the jade neck fluctuated slightly and swallowed saliva.

At this moment, the situation is quite unfavorable to her.

Apart from a small dagger on his thigh, there are no other defensive weapons.

She doesn't know if the other party has a gun or other offensive weapons, or even drugs.

After a few seconds, when Yiran thought my life was over, the other party spoke.

"Ran Ran?"

“……”

The world is so wonderful.

Many times, you think you are at the end of the road, but you don't know that there must be a road in front of the mountain, and there is another village.

Jedi don't have to kill to survive. They just need to be one family.

Mo Yiran raised his hand fiercely and took off the pale mask on Jing mowen's face that scared her out of heart disease.

At this time, it is probably the reason for calming down. In addition, for a long time, the smell of gunsmoke in the air has dispersed a lot. Yiran seems to have been able to smell the clear tobacco smell on Jingmo's body.

Yiran holds Jing Mo Wen's mask in her hand, and her red thin lips are slightly open. She wants to say something.

However, in the end, he smiled and didn't say a word.

What can she say?

I found that after the oncoming person hid away and didn't make a sound. It was my carelessness that didn't find someone standing next to me.

Jing mowen probably also found Mo Yiran, but he didn't know whether it was the enemy or the friend who didn't move. He planned to do one thing less and try to avoid conflict.

She was frightened that she had no ability. Should she blame others even if she had no ability?

In the dark, Jing mowen couldn't see the woman's look clearly, but he could clearly feel the woman's original rage, which was finally transformed into a slow helpless sigh somehow.

The man had a straight posture and a clear smile on his handsome face: "Ranran, you shouldn't be scared just now?"

"Shut up!"

Mo Yiran's originally calm heart was disturbed by Jing mowen's sentence, and his face turned blue.

Put the mask back into the man's hand and ran forward again.

If Jing mowen appears here, the man who ran in front of him just now is most likely Yan binwei.

Probably went backstage to find Bai Shengyan.

Jing mowen saw Mo Yiran leave and took the mask in his hand. At this moment, it seemed a little strange.

Jing mowen frowned and looked at it. He threw his disgusted backhand and took a long step to catch up with Mo Yiran.

Gu Xiu and others handled the affairs in the venue, so he was ready to come backstage to find Mo Yiran, but he didn't expect to meet in such a strange way in the end.

When Jing mowen chases out, he is seeing Mo Yiran fighting with a woman in a suit and mask.

This is a garage with very few cars parked.

The camera in the corner has long been broken by people many years ago. It has been covered with ash and even sticky with several layers of failed cobwebs.

The woman with the mask is tall and fierce, but she often stops when she wants to attack Mo Yiran.

What are you afraid of? Or is there a compelling reason not to start with Mo Yiran?

Mo Yiran seems to have realized the mercy of the other party, so he is more unscrupulous as if he had won the gold medal of exemption from death.

Moreover, the woman gave her a very familiar feeling.

As long as the mask is lifted, everything will be known.

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Mo Yutong, who was still sleeping and abandoned in the corner not far away, and raised his eyebrows.

However, it is obvious that President Jingda, who has always wanted wind to wind and rain to rain, has never done anything to lose his worth. For the first time in his life, he still has some skills.

So, I watched another woman with a mask rush down from a car with an extremely rapid attitude, then straightened her waist with an extremely elegant attitude, bowed to Jing mowen, and said slowly, "accept."

Then, he threw Mo Yutong into the back seat of the car.

As soon as the accelerator was pressed, it sped away with a "Shua".

When the tall woman who was fighting with Mo Yiran saw that the assistance was successful, she snorted coldly and jumped into the car in just a few seconds after the car stopped.

It is said that villains die of talking too much, and today was just now.

As the opposite of Mo Yiran, the two men proved their courage with their actions.

Mo Yiran just stood there. She couldn't believe her eyes!

So... Was it picked up? Or under Jing mowen's nose?

"Hey, come back."

Jing mowen had long legs and walked at random. He stood firmly in front of the woman. With a crisp snap of his fingers, he successfully let Yi Ran go back to his senses.

"Two and a half million."

"Huh?"

Jing Mo Wen blinked like a cold star. In retrospect, Mo Yutong was sold for 2.5 million by Bai Shengyan, "Oh".

The scarlet thin lips pursed slightly, and there was a faint smile in the corners of the eyes. He didn't care about his appearance, as if he had forgotten that he had been robbed.

He gently rubbed the woman's head and said, "it doesn't matter. It's the money for white smoke."

Mo Yiran couldn't describe her mood at this moment with words, so she clapped Jing mowen's hand and smiled, "but people are mine."

Jing mowen withdrew his hand, turned his head sideways, looked at the car carrying Mo Yutong, and said, "the driving skills are not good. If there is a car now, it's not that he can't catch up."

"Car? It's everywhere. Do you have a key?"

Mo Yiran couldn't stop turning his eyes, but his eyes turned half, and the familiar red and black Suzuki Falcon came into view.

The pattern of solongshanzhi attached to the car body makes people feel more friendly, and the key inserted on it also makes Mo Yiran's excited pupils constrict.

"Jing mowen, come on, catch up with them!"

Mo Yiran's slim body jumped lightly and jumped into the back seat of the car. While taking off the helmet hanging on the handle, he waved happily to Jing mowen.

However, Jing mowen's face was not very good-looking.

"Ranran, this is not good. We are people with status."

"Don't worry, Cui Liji's car will be returned to her. If it is lost, I will admonish the minor as a teacher and confiscate it in the name of unlicensed driving."

"Cui Liji will go crazy."

"Jing mowen, when did you become so timid? What are you afraid of? You really can't. Cui Liji should be very happy if you smash her with money."

Jing mowen heard that he didn't speak. His face was blue and purple for a long time. Mo Yiran was impatient and ready to urge him again.

The normally unsmiling man blushed, turned away from Mo Yiran's burning eyes, and said coldly, "I won't."

Mo Yiran: "

Before Mo Yiran had time to laugh at Jing mowen, the gunfire suddenly started.

It is only one percent different from the tip of the dyed nose.

Jing mowen's awkward look was fierce. The pistol in his waist was quickly pulled out, loaded and fired, cold to heinous proficiency.

"Ah!"

The other party screamed and fell down.

"Get in the car!"

Mo Yiran is not a confused person. Seeing the sudden change of the situation, he puts on his helmet and drinks at Jing Mo Wenli.

Jingmo Wen didn't stop at the sound and ran to Yiran quickly.

The slender and tight long legs crossed and got on the car. One hand tightly hugged the woman's slender waist and the other hand held the gun. The handsome face was cold and the deep pupil was as sharp as a falcon, ready to kill at any time.

Mo Yiran sees that Jing mowen has got on the bus, his bright wrist sweeps his temples, his frosty eyes are cold, and the car gallops away.

"Chase!"

The masked man who was hit by Jing mowen shouted at the people who came to help him, and his eyes were red with anger.