President spoils the dark wife

"It's no good. I'm just upset about the auction."

The girl smiled and looked innocent.

But under the innocent appearance, who knows what it looks like?

Yiran glanced at her and said nothing. It had nothing to do with her.

Mind your own business too much. Others see it as a dog taking a mouse.

Turn around and leave.

On the third day after Jing mowen woke up in hospital, Mo Yiran went to visit Jing mowen with a food box.

The chicken soup was cooked at home, but Mo Yiran didn't cook it. Mo Yiran found Jing mowen's assistant to cook it.

I heard earlier that Jing mowen had found an excellent assistant who could go to the hall, go to the kitchen, carry a knife and write.

Most importantly, I heard that the assistant was as beautiful as a flower.

So Mo Yiran came to visit with a trace of awe.

At the moment of seeing a real person, Mo Yiran was ignorant.

Beautiful as a flower is beautiful as a flower.

He is 1.77 meters tall, gentle scum's split head and gold wire frame glasses, although the whole person exudes a morbid, pale and weak feminine smell from head to foot.

But there is no doubt that the assistant is still a male species.

"What's your name?"

Yiran remembered that this was the first thing he said to him at that time.

"Flower spring."

"Flower fist with embroidered legs?"

"No, Huarong is the flower spring with gurgling water in the world."

"Hello, HuaQuan. I'm Mo Yiran. You should know me."

"I don't know."

"It doesn't matter. I'm your boss's girlfriend. I'm hungry. I've heard that you are versatile. Can you help make a meal?"

"No, I only serve Mr. Jing."

"Mr. Jing is hungry now."

"Well, what to eat?"

"Chicken soup, sweet and sour ribs, Kung Pao diced chicken, fried squid, shredded pork with fish flavor, ants on the tree, Muxu meat, steamed meat, Dongpo meat, squirrel mandarin fish, well, another white porridge and fried green vegetables."

"Wait for me for two hours."

"OK, it's really troublesome for you."

Since then, this flower fist embroidered leg often saw Mo Yiran, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose 20 meters away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then disappeared without a trace.

For a time, Yiran was very depressed.

There are still a few people in Jing mowen's ward.

Gu Xiu, Chen Yu, Qi He, Qiao Yuanli.

"Sister Mo, you're here? Come on, come on, come on. Chen Yu's girlfriend called him and chatted. There's just one out of three!"

Yiran looked at the mahjong table next to the French window, pulled the corners of his mouth and looked at Jing mowen on the hospital bed.

But he found that Jing mowen was not angry, but lay quietly looking at the ceiling and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Do you still look like visiting?"

Mo Yiran frowned, sighed, put down several insulated lunch boxes in his hands, opened them, put them in a long row, smiled and said, "those who haven't eaten have come to eat."

In fact, it's reassuring to see them like this.

Because they are free, it shows that Jing mowen has no big deal.

"Sister-in-law is mighty!" Chen Yu shouted happily when she heard the food incense, threw away her mobile phone and came over first.

Yi Ran then walked to the hospital bed with a thermos in his hand.

"Ranran, why do I eat porridge?"

Jing mowen looks at the white porridge fed by Mo Yiran and flattens his mouth.

"No, there are fried vegetables." Yiran smiles.

"I don't want to eat grass."

Jing mowen frowned deeper.

Mo Yiran ignored him, fed the porridge spoonful by spoonful, and said seriously, "the doctor said that as a patient, you have to eat more light."

"The doctor also said to let me rest, but look at their virtue." Jing mowen glared at the four people who were eating hot and spicy food.

Yiran also looked at the past.

Chen Yu enjoyed eating most. He had several chopsticks for almost every dish.

Qiao Yuanli seems to be particularly interested in spareribs and fish, and has been staring at these two dishes.

As for Gu Xiu and Qi He, he was a young master born with a golden spoon. What delicacies have you never eaten? It's not like Chen yuluo. It's a foodie.

So they treat food very negatively and slowly.

Yiran looked at them and smiled. Her eyes were bright with a gentle and clear color.

"Why don't you go and eat?"

Asked Jing mowen.

"I'll drink porridge with you."

Yi Ran said naturally. She didn't feel anything wrong at all. She was slowly blowing the slightly hot porridge in the spoon to cool down.

Jing mowen was slightly surprised. Looking at Mo Yiran's eyes, there was another kind of brilliance.

"A white cat fell into the river and a black cat picked her up. The white cat said a word to the black cat. Guess what?"

Full of wine and food, bored, Gu revised his shrewd eyes like a fox and looked at Qiao Yuanli with a smile.

He likes to tease the child very much. It's very interesting.

Qiao Yuanli blinked and swallowed his saliva. It seemed that he thought of the answer, but he was not sure.

"Meow?" he said.

That cautious look really looks like a cat.

"Well, that's right." Gu Xiu smiled.

Jing mowen looked at the two absent-minded guys in the ward. He was very sad. How could he know this kind of mental retardation?

One or two more!

The day Jing mowen leaves the hospital, Mo Yiran is ready to pick him up.

But just downstairs, I saw a very familiar car.

But she's not sure if it's that person.

What's more, he didn't come to find his reason at all.

In any way, he should be as far away from her as possible.

However, out of curiosity, Yiran glanced in front of the car.

Then the door opened.

"Miss Mo, I'll treat you to dinner and get in the car."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he went back to the car.

Mo Yiran helped her forehead with a headache.

After getting on the bus, I looked at the man's side face buried in the gloom. It looked particularly scary.

Alas, Bai Shengyan must have been out of his mind at the beginning. Why did he fall in love with such a man?

In the western restaurant, he held a red wine glass in his hand, and his forehead was sweating slightly, like a needle on pins and needles.

She drank with her eyes down, but the needle like eyes of the man opposite still fell on her and didn't move.

Yiran smiled, and ten thousand grass and mud horses crashed and roared across the remote villa.

Finally, Mo Yiran was defeated.

He got up, respectfully helped Yan binwei add wine and forced a smile: "President Yan, what do you want you to tell me... Don't look at me like that..."

Yiran bowed her head and wanted to cry without tears. She wanted to break a silver tooth and have a dead heart.

After hearing the speech, Yan binwei snorted coldly, but finally moved away.

He sneered with disdain and said, "what are you afraid of? I'm afraid I have no more love for you? I think it's beautiful!"

Mo Yiran straightened up after hearing the speech, and his face suddenly turned cold. He sat back on the sofa, supported his jaw with one hand and smiled coldly: "Oh? So you don't have the rest of your love for me. Tell me what's going on. Don't twist with me at an old age, like a woman."

Yan binwei has no reaction to the rapid change of Mo Yiran's attitude, which is obviously used to it.

"Don't kick your nose and face. Don't dye your attitude. It's too bad."

Yan binwei is still a little unhappy.

Mo Yiran lazily forgot his glance, "I believe that if you don't really have no way, you will never come to me. If you don't say it again, I'll go."

Yan binwei gnashed his teeth: "you haven't changed at all. You're still so sharp."

After that, he said, "where's ah Yan? I'm looking for her."

"What are you going to do when you find her? Do you want to quarrel with her again?"

"I......" Yan binwei was poor.

Yiran quietly looked at Yan binwei and said, "girlfriends are like children. They don't listen to reason, they just hate your reasonable attitude."

"What should I do?"

"Try to change being reasonable into being coquettish."

"Mo Yiran! How dare you fool me?"

Mo Yiran retreated and pretended to tremble: "Wow, I'm so scared!"

"Are you serious? Can coquettish succeed?"

"It depends on how you spread it."