President spoils the dark wife

A cold moon hung low in the lonely sky.

Mo Yiran's mouth was sealed with black tape, and his hands and feet were tied and could not move.

There was silence around, like in an abandoned factory.

For a long time, she sighed silently and felt sad and desolate in her heart.

Mo Yiran thinks he is gentle and obedient and rarely offends people.

Those who have offended are just a few.

However, he always seems to be hated for no reason.

Bear the brunt, Mo Yutong.

Then came yuan Nuo. The two women hated themselves because of men.

But there are always people who don't even understand why they don't like themselves.

Han Dao hated himself inexplicably.

He kept saying that he came back for revenge, but he didn't say how he offended him, psycho.

Jingmo really provoked her for no reason because of Jingmo Wen?

Then there was Qi He. It seemed that he mistakenly thought that she had something with Gu Xiu, so it was not worth writing for Jing mo.

Then there seemed to be no one.

Oh, there's another Yan binwei.

I can't love her, so I hate her.

However, for the man in front of him who smiles unfathomably and can even be called uncle, Yiran doesn't know how she offended him.

They... Haven't even met a few times?

Moreover, it's possible for a big man like him to provoke Jing mowen. Why did he provoke him?

Why... Kidnap her?

Things went back one day ago, the third day after Jing mowen was discharged from the hospital——

Jing mowen made an appointment with Mo Yiran for dinner. At this time, the National Day holiday is not over, so Yiran is quite free.

Picking around in the wardrobe, I felt as if they had been worn. Finally, Yu finger stayed on a cheongsam on the edge of the hanger.

Mo Yiran, with his cheongsam in his hand, turned and walked a few steps, looking at the rows of high-heeled shoes.

She wants to wear red soled shoes, because they are really beautiful and sexy enough to wear cheongsam, but CL's shoes are notoriously difficult to wear.

If you want to be sexy, he will give you 100% sexy, but he is also a thorny rose, which will prick your hand every minute.

Even though her feet were narrow enough, the height of ballet still deterred her.

Finally, Mo Yiran was cruel and chose a pair of decollete, which is more suitable for Asian feet in the classic model, with a heel height of 7 cm.

A slim figure is reflected in the bright and clean mirror. A flying white crane is entrenched in the black satin cheongsam on the chest and waist. The rising sun rises in the East, and the red remnant paper umbrella rises above the crane to the top of the mountain.

White as jade skin, elegant and noble posture, exquisite and cool makeup, ebony black jade like black hair hanging to the waist.

The bright wrist on the left is slightly raised, and the fine jade bracelet is more lined with thousands of customs.

"God, it's so beautiful..."

Mo Yiran looked at himself in the mirror with tears in his eyes, and his heart was surging with excitement.

Tears are about to fall, which is a beautiful occasion.

But suddenly a string of numbers crossed in my mind.

Water emulsion three hundred, isolation eight hundred and ten, Concealer two hundred and ninety, air cushion six hundred and thirty, loose powder five hundred and fifty, eyebrow pen one hundred and eighty, eyebrow powder five hundred and twenty, eye shadow four hundred and forty, Eyeliner two hundred and eighty, blush four hundred and fifty, dressing and six hundred and twenty, lipstick six hundred and twenty......

He swallowed his saliva, looked up and hurriedly forced his tears back.

As a breathing RMB, you can't cry.

Raised his right hand and looked at the time on the watch. It was a quarter past six.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Mo Yiran picked up his handbag and left.

When I came to the porch, my steps suddenly stopped.

Thinking that I might not be able to come back tonight, I turned back.

The makeup remover poured into a small spray bottle, and took a few remover towels into the bag.

He turned and walked a few steps, feeling that his feet had begun to hurt faintly.

Frowning, he turned and took a pair of slippers.

Mo Yiran likes small and delicate bags. Looking at the past, it seems that only Miyake has a lifetime left to put in a pair of slippers.

Although it's not very beautiful, it's more practical.

After stuffing the handbag and slippers into the big bag, he went downstairs with dye.

Take the bag to Jing mowen when you go out later, so that your overall beauty will not be affected.

Mo Yiran smiled selfishly and contentedly.

As soon as I came downstairs, I saw a black Pagani parked right in front of me.

When the door opened, a gentle young man with glasses smiled at Yiran in a gentle tone: "Miss Mo, get in the car."

Mo Yiran raises her eyebrows. She thinks Jing mowen is too busy, so she asks the people under her hand to pick her up. She doesn't think much.

"When did king Mo Wen change his style? This car is a little ugly."

Yiran looked at Pagani with little appreciation and shook her head and got into the car.

The young man listened to Mo Yiran's words quietly, with an unassuming smile on his face.

After tie Yiran closed the door, he got into the car and the car sped away.

"Who are you?"

The scenery outside the window regressed too fast. Mo Yiran was bored and smiled at the young man driving.

"I'm Mr. Huo Bao's assistant. Miss Mo just calls me a Bao."

Mo Yiran nodded, thinking that Jing mowen had many assistants.

However, compared with the previous proud 2580000 like HuaQuan, this ah Bao looks much more pleasing to the eye.

"Po, what do you think of your husband?"

Mo Yiran holds his jaw with one hand and puts the other hand on his thigh. Qingyan's eyes are half squinting lazily and asks lazily.

Po drove attentively. When he heard the speech, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the woman's noble and easy-going appearance. Then he took back his sight and smiled peacefully: "Sir, he is a good master who treats his subordinates peacefully."

peaceful? Master?

Mo Yiran raised her eyebrows slightly. She felt that Jing mowen might be a relatively peaceful leader in the company, so she didn't care. Then she said, "what's the love road?"

Although Mo Yiran doesn't care about how many women a man once had, as a girlfriend, she still needs to know some things.

Po also went to the road and knew Mo Yiran's intention. His face remained unchanged and replied: "Mr. is lonely in nature and has always been a person. Although Mr. has great charm and there are always a lot of peach blossoms posted, Mr. doesn't look so good when he sees their intention. He refuses cleanly and never shows mercy. Many girls come with smiles and leave crying."

Mo Yiran nodded, which was quite like Jing mowen's style.

Try not to speak if you can move your hand, and try not to speak if you can damage it.

I just can't talk normally anyway.

Probably the reason why she stayed up late at the movie last night. Yiran squinted and couldn't really carry it to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Mo Yiran thought of a word.

Life always makes us black and blue, but later, those injured places will become our hardest armor.

"Miss Mo, long time no see."

The man has a big back, a few strands of silver white hair mixed with it, a gentle smile, a Navy striped suit, and a noble and gentle face.

Outside the huge villa, the cold moon hangs low and lonely, like an old man in his twilight years.

For thousands of years, the sun rises and the moon sets, lonely and proud.