Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mobson has a knitted turtleneck, dark grey sweater, a white waistcoat with diamonds on the outside, a black casual underwear and a pair of black men's leather boots.

He was dressed like this, handsome, tall, deep five officials, in the light of the sun, like a beautiful man coming out of a painting.

The maid at the estate saw such a handsome foreign man that she had to stay and look straight at him.

Mobson is handsome, for Gu Xiao, that's air.

He's like he can't see Mobson, through him, looking at the woman walking behind him.

She was tied to the head of the pill to make him familiar.

“Young Master, that's not...” Ahde behind, too, was shocked.

Gu Xiao, the whole person forgot to react, even helping Huang Ling to cover the sun's hands, forgot to retrieve it, and rigidly blocked Huang Ling's forehead.

I don't even know. Huang Ling wrapped him around his waist--

Gu Zheng's mind is making a sound at this moment.

Aside from shock, shock.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk...” Mobson looked at Gu Tsk's bodyguard with a gun at him, staring at the stall, a funny look.

However, when the bodyguard clearly looked at the woman behind him, he took the gun back and looked at Gu Jiao.

Song Wuxi returned here, thirteen days before she left the place the day of her accident.

She's excited to be back here.

But the doctor told her not to walk fast, let alone run, which could affect the fetus.

Just stable, but that doesn't mean you can be rude.

She had to steady her footsteps and gracefully approach this way.

But when she saw the woman in Gu's arms, her footsteps stood there.

“What's going on?” Mobson had already arrived in front of Gu Xiao, took an interesting look around Huang Ling, then turned around and looked at Song Li, who was standing behind him.

The distance between Song and Gu Zheng is 10 meters away.

He clearly felt her breath, his eyes, the waves.

And Song's worry-free heart, slight pain.

Gu Zheng, in front of her, so protective of a woman, what is going on?

She's only been out of here for a dozen days. Even if he thinks she's dead, he shouldn't have married so soon, right?

Shouldn't he be in grief this time of year?

What the--

Song raised his hand and removed his sunglasses.

Her eyes, because she had been blistered by sea water for too long, slept too much again and suffered from ophthalmitis.

Mobson told her to put on sunglasses before leaving the plane and not get stung in the eye by the sun, otherwise it would be drier and more astringent.

After she removed the sunglasses, that stunning face was perfectly displayed in everyone's view.

Seeing this face, Gu Zheng's heart shook up.

And Huang Ling, staring at her eyes, looked at Song Wuxi with surprise.

What the hell is going on?

That woman... what the hell is going on?!

“Miss!” Xu Jingben came to see the noise. As soon as she arrived, she saw Sung Xiao taking down her sunglasses. She forgot me with excitement. She ran over and hugged Song Xiao, then shouted and cried: “Is that you? Miss, is that you? ”

Xu Jing cried and woke up the shocked Gu Jing.

Gu Zheng punched like a spiritual spirit and returned to God.

“Worry-free?” His voice, a little stiff.

“She... she...” Huang Ling's voice came into his ear.

He turned his head and found out that one of his hands, sitting on Huang Ling's shoulder, the other hand shielded her from the sun, while Huang Ling's arms, wrapped around his waist, were snuggling.

Look at Huang Ling, look at Song Wuxi again.