Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Gu also said that he was ready to let Gu's children's clothing begin.

Now, Huang Ling knitted the children's shoes herself.

Even more extraordinarily, Huang Ling was woven and worn by a newborn baby.

Song Wuxi walked over and picked up a pair of shoes that had already been woven.

These shoes are cute and beautiful.

When I saw this shoe, I couldn't help but see the image of the child wearing it.

All of a sudden, full of mother love sprang up.

“Huang Ling, too small.” Song Wuoxiao put the shoe stick in his palm and laughed.

“No small, newborn child, no big feet.” Huang Ling smiled.

“When my baby was born, it was hot. ”

“Can also be worn in hot weather. ”

“Aren't you afraid to get out of it? ”

Huang Ling laughed: "Then wait till it gets cold. ”

“I'm afraid it's cold, the kid's feet are big and he's wearing them tight.” Song has nothing to worry about. He's not very elastic.

Huang Ling took a meal, "Yeah, well, why didn't I think of that? ”

She bowed her head and looked at Song's worry-free stomach. She smiled inadvertently, “I think you've been pregnant for more than eight months. It was cold this winter, and I was worried the baby was freezing. It's all right. I've got one. I'll knit it this one and it'll be bigger. I can wear it when I walk. ”

“Silly girl, you're too tired.” Song did not have a worried smile.

Huang Ling said happily: “I'm not tired. I haven't heard of it yet. I'm tired of knitting sweaters. ”

Song Li looked at Huang Ling and saw that she was familiar with knitting and was fast. He said: "Your hands are so coincidental. Few girls can knit sweaters right now. ”

Because there's knitting.

“It's been a long time since I've been knitting.” Huang Ling laughed: “He used to weave it every year, but he...”

Huang Ling suddenly thought that it was not good to mention the past to Song Wuxi. She laughed embarrassingly, “The past, forget it. ”

Huang Ling knows that he remembers what happened before.

Huang Ling worried that she would mention more of the matter in front of her. She feared that she would misunderstand and put an unnecessary psychological burden on her.

“Who knows, he blames you for not knitting well, and he's arrogant, and disdainfully says that I'm wearing hundreds of thousands of pieces of sweater, and you have the ability to think about knitting it for me before you sell it on the market for 100,000 yuan.” Song did not have a worried smile.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Huang Ling looked up and smiled at Song Wuoxiao: “Now think about how angry he was. ”

“If it was me, I would have slapped him twice. ”

“I don't dare. He has a strong temper.” And she loves him, she can't beat him.

“From now on, you knit for my kids. Godmother knitted it. Heartwarmer. ”

Huang Ling glanced gently at Song's worry-free stomach and said: “No worries, I hope this child is a girl. ”

Song smiled softly without worry: “I hope so too. ”

“And be as pretty as you are, as good as you are, never be like me.” Speaking of the latter phrase, Huang Ling's eyes quickly swept past the darkness.

Her personality, even the man she loves, doesn't love herself.

However, to think that on the Ancient Patriarchate, Gu Xiao said to marry her because she liked her, her heart was not upset.

She thought that Gu Xiao liked her before marrying her.

It's just that he likes it. When Princess Song came, he fell in love.

Love is very different from love.

A man can like you, but he doesn't necessarily love you very much.

“You have a good personality. ”