Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song Wuxi picked up the spoon and ate the egg spoon.

She looked up at Huang Ling, “It's delicious. Don't you want a bowl? ”

“I've eaten.” Huang Ling looked quietly at Song Wuxi.

“Where's Makoto? Is she still so upset? ”

“With Pastoral. ”

“Pastoral heart is the youngest of us, more of a crybaby, but she's cute. ”

“Don't worry, are you all right?” Huang Ling's eyes were overwhelmed with heartache.

The more worried Song is pretending to be okay, the more worried she will be.

Song Wuxi ate the egg soup and looked at Huang Ling with a smile. "I'm fine. Do I look like I'm okay? ”

“I'm so sad. How can you not be sad?” Huang Ling suffered a face.

“'Cause you don't believe Aaron's alive. ”

“But...” Huang Ling did not know what to say.

When people live, they have to face reality, and sometimes, they have to be brave.

“Huang Ling, trust me, Po will be back. And I'm not sad. ”

“…” Don't be sad, will you suddenly cry and go to the hospital?

The more you say you're not sad, the more you can't accept reality, right?

Huang Ling sighed darkly. Forget it. She's not sad. Isn't that a good thing?

She's pregnant now, really can't be sad, sad.

Huang Ling smiled and laughed. “I believe you, Gu Xiao will come back. How can he let himself die easily if he doesn't like losing? ”

Song Feng soon finished a bowl of egg soup. Huang Ling asked: “Want more? ”

Song Wuoxiao shook his head, “No. ”

“No worries, since the list of victims was published, people in M City have been blown up and the Internet has blown up. I think you don't go out during the day, or you'll be surrounded by reporters.” Huang Ling said.

Song Wuoxiao leaned on the bed and smiled softly. “I can't hide either. I hide. They can only write nonsense. I want to tell them that Ao is not dead. ”

“Well, I took a leave of absence from the bar, and in the meantime, I'll stay with you. We'll all be with you more before Gu Zheng returns. Don't feel lonely. ”

“Silly girl.” Song has no worries, “I never felt lonely. ”

In her previous life, she was confined to the Cold House for three years, with only one maid.

Often, she doesn't want to be accompanied by a maid, she likes to sit there alone, sometimes for hours.

You know, the days without a lover around, she's used to it.

However, in her previous life, she knew that his lover was not with her, that there was another woman beside him, that he would not be alone, that he lived well.

Now, her lover was not with her, doing important things elsewhere, just not knowing what he was doing, and she was worried.

Huang Ling went out in about 20 minutes to chat with Song.

When I came downstairs, the Ancient language was a little anxious to ask, "Are you feeling better without worries? Did you finish the egg cream? ”

Huang Ling took a deep look at Pastoral Ancient and said: "Eat up, eat up. She had a smile on her face and I couldn't tell if she was feeling any better. ”

Pastoral eyes were deep, “That's how she was. The more unhappy things happened, the more she had to pretend to be happy. It used to be, and it still is. ”

“Probably because of the kids, don't make yourself sad. ”

Huang Ling entered the kitchen with a bowl, and Mugu looked up and looked upstairs.

His eyes were deep, but he was heartbroken.

Inside, with a hint of sadness.

Princess Song, I will protect you!

You wait for him, I'll keep you waiting for him.

You go with him, I'll go with you.