Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling opened WeChat for a look.

Pastoral: “Huang Ling, what time do you leave? ”

Huang Ling replied: “3 pm. ”

Pastoral seconds went back: "Rest after work, we'll have dinner tonight. ”

Huang Ling sent a questionable look and asked, "Is there something I can do for you? ”

Otherwise, Pastoral is good. Why are you eating with her?

Instead of giving her an answer, Mugu sent her a message: "You like spicy food, I have a reservation at Kitatsukawa Restaurant. ”

After Huang Ling saw this message, his mind suddenly burst into an unspeakable emotion.

How did Mugu know she liked spicy food?

But it's the past.

She doesn't like spicy food very much anymore.

Last time I went home, Liu Fengfeng made her a spicy hot pot. Finally, she had a stomach attack and took medicine for several days.

In fact, it's not that I don't like to eat spicy, but this body doesn't allow her to eat spicy, she has severe gastritis...

“Oh...” But she, too, did not refuse Pastoral's invitation.

After work, she went back to her apartment to take a bath.

Then he lay down in bed and slept, and the alarm clock rang at 5: 30.

When you get up, wash up and change into a casual outfit.

Her hair, not long, was dressed in casual clothes and the whole person looked more sunny and cheerful.

Get out of the room with a crossbody bag.

Liu Fengfeng sat at the table picking up the leaves.

When Huang Ling came out, she took the bag. Liu Fengfeng asked curiously: "Daughter, are you going out? ”

Huang Ling laughed: "Mom, you don't have to cook my dinner tonight. My friend asked me out for dinner. ”

“Friend? Which friend? ”

“No worries. ”

As soon as she heard it was Song, Feng Liu smiled. “Okay, have fun." ”

Downstairs, Huang Ling opened her Volkswagen to the river restaurant.

In the river restaurant, by the window.

Pastoral and Huang Ling, sitting face to face.

They're brushing the hot pot.

Huang Ling looked at the hot hot pot soup, the soup rolled in the pan, the ingredients inside, like the naughty little guy dancing.

It's a spicy pan bottom, big winter, perfect for brushing hot pots.

Huang Ling looked at the pasture that was burning meat and asked: "You didn't just want me to eat the hot pot with you, did you? ”

Pastoral put the hot meat in a leaking spoon and found it in Huang Ling's bowl, "eat. ”

Huang Ling lowered his head and looked at the ingredients in the bowl. Most of them were fat sheep. Huang Ling was amused: "If you want to eat a fat sheep hot pot, just kill a sheep yourself. ”

Pastoral burned herself vegetables, heard Huang Ling say that, smiled, “Another day, you'll go to the ranch together to kill. ”

Huang Ling clamped a piece of meat into her mouth and looked warmly at her: “How does it taste? ”

Huang Ling smiled: “Spicy, nice. ”

“Huang Ling, do you know me?” Ancient hot vegetables, stopped.

Huang Ling smiled, “Not really. ”

In the past, all she could think about was looking at a man.

She didn't care about other men. Even if she knew that Pastoralism was Gu's good brother, she wouldn't understand.

Now Pastoral asked her, and she had to tell the truth.

“I have the same personality as Po. ”

Huang Ling smiled: “That's why you became good friends, good brothers. ”

“Wealth, if I try, won't make less money than he did. ”

Huang Ling nodded: “I know that you and he are on the billionaire list every year, and depending on the situation, you will be president in the future. ”