Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Pastoral nods.

Huang Ling was shocked, his mouth was open and he thought it was incredible.

She wants to drink and be shocked!

After filling herself with several sips of wine in a row, her heart slowly calmed down.

“Alan doesn't say, but I know. The highway exploded and he was seriously injured, sleeping beside him without worry, and I stood in front of the hospital bed and heard his dreams in a coma. At the time, he was in pain and hurt his face. I knew he had changed hands at that time. ”

Huang Ling's mood calmed down and suddenly people were happy.

They are a continuation of the leading edge, so deeply involved in this life, that neither she nor Pastoral Gu can influence their emotions.

Huang Ling sighed deeply, “Alas, you are so happy, you all know your past life. My previous life must have been a pig, otherwise you wouldn't be so stupid. ”

Pastoral meaning was unclear and meant to smile, “Perhaps you were a queen in your previous life. ”

Huang Ling shouted: “Ahhh, I don't want it! I don't want to be the third kid who broke up his green plum horse. ”

“Never mind who was in his past life. What if he was a pig? Just have a good life.” Pick up a piece of barbecue for Huang Ling, "Pig, eat more meat. ”

Huang Ling picked up the barbecue and glanced at the ancient herd: “You're the pig. How's your life going? ”

Pastoral grinned with emotion: "Well, because the woman I love is very happy. ”

“But you can't get her. ”

“Love her, don't have to get her. You think putting a bird in a cage is getting it, it's happiness, it's actually wrong, flying freely, is where the bird belongs. ”

Huang Ling nodded with her mouth as if she understood. “Listen to you, I suddenly don't love Gu Xiao so much anymore. What kind of love do I have for him? Compared to you, the world is different. ”

“There's a kind of love called letting go, you know? ”

Huang Ling lifted her lips, “I don't understand, but I can sing this song. ”

After that, Huang Ling sang aloud: “There is a kind of love called letting go, giving up the heavens and the earth for love for a long time, la-la...”

“Running. ”

“Can you sing? ”

“Of course.”

Pastoral arrogantly raised his chin and rapped and sang: “If the paradise of two people, like a warm wall, imprisons your dreams, whether happiness is like an iron wall, the migratory birds lose the south, if you yearn for the sky, yearn for a pair of wings, let go to let you fly...”

“Nice.” Huang Ling hey smiled and sang along with Pastoral Ancient: “Romance If it becomes a tangle, I would choose to return to loneliness for you, tangle if it becomes a chain, set aside the promise, there is a kind of love called letting go, ending the heavens and the earth for love for a long time...”

The more excited they were, the more excited they were to sing to the treble, the more excited they were, let go of their voices and shout.

That's right, shout, not sing.

“There is a kind of love called letting go, giving up heaven and earth for love... if I let you have everything, let true love take me away, for you to lose you, play hard to hurt you, for you to leave you, never part”

Their singing, on this quiet night, was very abrupt and ear-watering.

Noisy!

The people who slept downstairs were awakened by their hog-killing songs.

Even the sheep on the ranch were screaming, and the horses were hissing.

The rancher who worked all day, tired enough to lie in bed, woke up by their singing, really wanted to come over and shove a few sheep shi.

Of course, they have the heart of thieves without the guts.

Pastoralist came up in thick pajamas and had sex.

Seeing Pastoral and Huang Ling holding a piece of roast lamb in one hand as a microphone, singing high there, they almost didn't faint.