Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling spoke faintly, “I don't remember. ”

Mobson picked up the wine, took a sip, and looked around at Huang Ling with interest: “You have a bad memory. ”

Huang Ling, not interested in any man, went back to his chair and was ready to continue brushing his phone.

“Just give me a dozen. No, two dozen.” Mobson looked shallow at Huang Ling.

His lips were raised, but his beautiful eyes were irritated.

Huang Ling looked up at him, “Two dozen what? ”

Mobson raised the cup in his hand, "Brandy. ”

“24 bottles?” Huang Ling frowned: “You drink so much, you're not afraid to die drunk? ”

“Before I die of drunkenness, I will pay for the sake. ”

Huang Ling got up and brought Mobson two dozen brandies.

After the drink, Mobson looked at Huang Ling and asked, "Can you drink at work? ”

“Are you kidding me? The boss will give you a free drink?” Huang Ling smiled.

“When do you get off work? ”

“What, you want to ask me out for a drink and then fill me up with booze and make me strong? ”

“I'm a soldier, and I wouldn't do such a despicable ~ dirty thing.” Mobson was a little upset.

“Soldiers are bad, too.” Huang Ling didn't think so.

“What do you have to do with Gu Xiao?” Mobson now remembers seeing Song crying like a pear blossom with rain.

Huang Ling's eyes swept past the darkness. What does she have to do with Gu Zheng?

It used to be a conjugal relationship. It doesn't matter now!

She looked lightly at Mobson: "I had nothing to do with him, I had nothing to do with his wife! ”

Mobson poured his glass over the water and looked at Huang Ling and said, "What does it matter? ”

“Sisterhood! I said if you were interested in me, you'd ask me so many questions.” Huang Ling resented the man's hitch.

“Help me calculate three dozen drinks.” Mobson had to pay for his wallet.

“You only need two dozen. ”

“Drink another dozen later. ”

“Drink so much? ”

Huang Ling came up and looked at Mobson across the bar. "Lost heart? ”

Mobson mumbled and silently looked at Huang Ling for a few seconds before smiling bitterly. “Talking is not heartbreaking, it's just upsetting. ”

As soon as Huang Ling heard it, he became clear, "It's not a heartbreak, it should be a confession rejected, which is more painful than a heartbreak. ”

Mobson smiled: "Have you tried? ”

Huang Ling hooked her lips and smiled a little foolishly, "Why should I tell you? Who are you to me? ”

“If you don't mind, be my friend. ”

“I don't want heterosexual friends. ”

“You are sexist. ”

“Yeah, I discriminate against you. ”

“You dead girl, take the money.” Mobson pulled out a stack of cash, “popped," and put it on the table.

“So many?” Huang Ling looked at the stack of money, "three dozen doesn't need that much money. ”

“The rest, tip you. ”

Huang Ling took the money and looked at Mobson with a smile: “You're quite generous. By the way, you look so tall, handsome, and generous. Which woman has no eyes, refuses you? ”

“You're right, she's a woman with no eyes!” In the chat room, Mobson has had three bottles of wine.

Huang Ling looked at how hard he drank. He cautioned kindly: "Slow down, alcohol should not be drank violently, drunk, it can still be painful. ”

Mobson let go of the glass, put his hands on the stage, he laughed twice, looking at Huang Ling, “That dead woman actually likes a man with a married husband, and that man, he doesn't give a shit about her. ”