President spoils the dark wife

According to Jing mowen, the man who took Mo Yutong away had poor driving skills. If he wanted to catch up, he could still catch up.

But the reality is that it's rare for Jing Mo Wen to expose waste firewood and won't start the car. Mo Yi can't drive Jing Mo Wen's sports car at the same speed. In addition, there are people chasing after him

Well, it's all excuses

The fact is that Mo Yiran lost 2.5 million.

Of course, he also got rid of those people who wanted to kill Mo Yiran.

On the surface, it seems to have a happy ending. It's not good, but it's not bad.

However, Mo Yiran knows that this endless ending is often the most troublesome.

Because Mo Yutong of the target doesn't know where he will be taken, and there is no clue at all.

And those people who intended to assassinate Mo Yiran at the meeting didn't know their details. You don't know if they were lurking around you and might jump up and cut you at any time.

"It's stupid!"

The man's cold voice sounded, ice clear: "you can't catch up with anyone."

His anger lingered and his tone was impatient.

Jing mowen is lying in bed. Mo Yiran is bending his knees and half kneeling to help Jing mowen deal with the scratch on Junrong, who claims to be gorgeous. After hearing the speech, his heart moves.

His face was still gentle, like a jade Buddha. His thin lips were slightly pursed. His thin white fingers held a cotton swab and dipped in alcohol, but he suddenly exerted force when he touched the wound on the man's skin.

As expected, the man's forehead was blue and violent, but he forbear to say half a word.

Of course, he was also afraid to say a word in the next few minutes. For fear of saying another word, Mo Yiran, a malicious woman, would replace iodine with chili water and pour it into his seven orifices.

The man looked at Mo Yiran's eyes full of resentment. The more he looked, the more he was oppressed, so he simply closed his eyes.

For a long time, Mo Yiran received medical supplies, straightened himself, sat on the edge of the bed and nodded.

The man's forehead had been slightly sweating, and his face was a little pale.

This reminds Yiran of the knife he blocked for himself last time.

Although Jing mowen said it lightly afterwards, Mo Yiran knew clearly that according to Mo Yutong's temperament, how could he show mercy?

This time, Jing mowen was not hurt except that he fought with people at the meeting and suffered a slight injury to his face.

Now the complexion is so ugly that I think it is very likely that it has affected the old injury.

"Jing Mo Wen."

She gave a faint cry.

The man lay there and heard the sound. He didn't even open his eyes. He just gave a lazy "um" to show that he was listening.

"Why did you rob Mo Yutong from me? I can't think of a reason."

"Maybe I have a crush on her."

A playful tone, a bad excuse.

Mo Yiran looked at him again for a while. The pale light of the incandescent lamp scattered on the man's handsome face, like a layer of white jade.

"Jing mowen, you know, when I first saw Gu Xiu, I felt that this man was very good-looking, gentle and extraordinary. Unlike some people, he had a gloomy face all day..."

"Then you haven't seen Gu Xiu pee his pants when he was yelled by a Tibetan mastiff when he was eight."

The man finally opened his eyes. His eyes were dark and wise, and his tone was very calm.

But still lying there lazily, like an uncle, he didn't move except his eyes.

His sword eyebrow was slightly lifted, overbearing and unreasonable, but vivid.

Dye her hands around her chest, with a touch of the chilly chill of early spring in her eyes, and the numerous peach blossoms shaking down: "so do you say it or not?"

When Jing mowen was cold behind Mo Yiran, the door opened with a bang.

"Oh, did I bother you?"

The man is thin and tall with a handsome face. He is in his early twenties, wearing a snow-white coat, black hair and red lips. He has a mild aura.

He dragged a cup of coffee in his hand, white smoke rising.

After opening the door, he raised his eyebrows, leaned his shoulder against the door frame, and scratched a joking smile on his light face: "but I haven't seen the scene for a long time, and I've always been hurt."

Jing mowen narrowed his eyes slightly and hooked his lips: "Qiao Yuanli, I haven't seen you break your face for a long time."

Mo Yiran and Jing mowen escaped from Shengtian. Qiao Yuanli's shop was close and came to ask for some medicine.

The man's eyes were like cold rain, which hit Qiao Yuanli inch by inch, making Qiao Yuanli cold all over.

He shook a little, immediately bowed down and became small, with long legs and big crotch. He walked to Jing Mo Wen in a few steps, handed the coffee to Jing Mo Wen, and said with a flattering smile: "President Jing is gorgeous, and the scars show president Jing's extraordinary spirit and righteousness. This is auspicious."

Seeing Qiao Yuanli's serious nonsense, Mo Yiran pulled a corner of his mouth and said, "let's go."

In fact, she doesn't care if Jing mowen doesn't say the reason. If he doesn't want to say it, forcing him to speak will upset him.

Words fall, turn and leave.

"Sister Mo, where are you going?"

Qiao Yuanli turned his head, blinked at Mo Yiran's back and asked in a loud voice.

"It's getting late. Go home and go to bed."

Mo Yiran looks out of the window with a calm tone.

Jing mowen and Qiao Yuanli turned their heads and looked out of the window along Mo Yiran's line of sight. The dark night shrouded the sky and dotted with stars, like a black jade inlaid treasure.

Indeed, it's getting late.

Jing mowen looked at the thin and gentle figure disappearing at the door, and his eyes were slightly heavy.

"President Jing, sister Mo, is a very gentle person."

"Really?"

Jing mowen held coffee in his hand and smiled in his eyes, but the corners of his lips recalled a seemingly indistinct radian.

Gentle

Qiao Yuanli sat on the hanging chair in the room, shaking his long legs with nowhere to put. He reached into the pocket of his white coat and took out a sugar. His slender fingers peeled off the translucent sugar paper, but he almost lost his voice.

The man showed his eyebrows and frowned slightly, with a helpless thin anger on his face: "Qiao Qingyuan, that guy..."

Jing mowen looked over and said with great interest, "are you reconciled?"

Qiao Yuanli raised his head and looked out of the window with fog in his eyes.

He stretched out his finger, gently rubbed the black hair in front of his forehead and gave a "hum".

"But is it really good for sister Mo to go alone?" Qiao Yuanli turned his head and looked at Jing mowen, some of whom couldn't understand him.

This man is really strange. He is very reluctant in his eyes, but he has never taken a step.

Jing mowen lowered his eyes slightly and smiled: "I don't want her to worry."

"What?"

Qiao yuan was in some clouds. He looked carefully at the man in front of him, but suddenly found that under the light, the man's face was pale and frightening.

Where the man is lying, the snow-white sheets are turning red with the naked eye, slowly penetrating under the man's back

"Hey, don't scare me. What's the matter with you? Jing mowen!"

Seeing this, Qiao Yuanli changed his previous gentleness. The whole man jumped down from the hanging chair nervously and hurried to the front of the bed.

"Hello! Jing mowen!"

Looking at the man who slowly closed his eyes, Qiao Yuanli kept shouting.

Jing mowen's sight blurred. In a trance, it seems that time revolves and the river flows back.

……

"Young, how do you like the dusky color of black?"

"Old."

"Do you wear lovers' clothes with my cat? Ha ha?"

There was a hint of banter in the gentle female voice.

Why?

Because

Even if one day you are injured and blood flows into a river, you can make yourself look less miserable

If there is not much blood, people who care will not find themselves injured. If they don't find it, they won't worry

However, he will never say the reason.

"Oh, I pinched my fingers this morning. It's estimated that your cat has a bloody disaster today. Go to mourn for it in advance."

"Oh? I don't know if my cat has a bloody disaster, but I know you will."

……

The voice in my ears was ambiguous, and the gentle female voice in my memory was mixed with the idiot cry of Qiao yuan from time to time.

"Jing mowen! Are you an idiot? I don't know if you can't get up when you lie down? If you're hurt, tell me, I won't stab you when you're empty..."

Illusion?

Jing mowen lay in bed, trying to open his eyes, but it was just a blurred seam.

The woman's surprised and anxious expression looks funny. Her thin chin makes people want to pick it gently with a folding fan.

Those eyes are beautiful, like an empty valley and a secluded spring

Very familiar, very much like he