Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

In about 40 minutes, Huang Ling appeared in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

She had Huang Ling's ID card in her crossbody bag.

She stood under a tree in front of the Civil Administration building.

Watching one-on-one, coming in and out of the Civil Administration.

Some came in and out hand in hand, some came back and forth, or went in with arguments.

Huang Lingxin thought, hands in hand, in love, came to marry.

Arguing is supposed to be divorced.

I wonder if she'll come to the divorce papers one day after she argues with Mugu...

She stood here for almost 10 minutes, was very patient and didn't call to ask if Pastoral had arrived.

Ten minutes later, a black Land Rover came this way from far to close.

Huang Ling gave up that was Pastoral's car, saw his car, Huang Ling came out from under the tree.

Stand by the side of the road and wait for him.

Pastoral should have seen her too, the car, parked in front of her.

Here, you can stop.

Pastoral came out of the car in a white suit.

Huang Ling smiled shallow at him and Mugu smiled warmly. "Been here a long time? ”

“No, just a few minutes. ”

“Go on in, I've already said hello to the people inside, don't line up. ”

“Okay.”

Then, Huang Ling in front, Mugu in back, before and after, walked towards the Civil Affairs Bureau.

At this point, there was a ringtone behind me, followed by an icy voice of pasture: "Okay, lock it up first, I'll go back and interrogate myself! ”

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling assumed that he had caught the murderer who had harmed Sung Li.

The phone just stopped and there was another call.

“What?!” This time, Pastoral stopped and looked bad.

Huang Ling was shocked by his nervous tone and turned around quickly.

She frowned slightly when she saw that he didn't look well. Is something wrong?

“Which hospital? All right, I got it. I'll be right there!” Hanging up, Pastoral turned around in a hurry.

Huang Ling hurried and called him: “Pastoral?! ”

Pastoral footsteps were anxious and there was no turning back. Instead, he quickly walked toward his Land Rover and threw down a sentence: "No worries, because of the wound infection, he was hospitalized with high fever! ”

After saying this, he had already walked to the front of the car, pulled the door, got in the car, and didn't ask Huang Ling if he wanted to go to see Song Wuxi, the car, dusty.

Watching the car quickly disappear in front of him, Huang Ling's heart, at this moment, fell to the bottom of the valley.

What's going on?

It was a civil affairs situation, and he said hello to the people inside, and finally, because he had a fever without worries--

She has a fever with no worries. Isn't she still around?

Pastoral, is this really good?

Huang Ling stood there with a flash in his head.

Pastoral, Pastoral, didn't we agree to respect each other?

“Huang Ling suddenly smiled bitterly.

Forget it, don't lie to yourself anymore.

I don't even like him. Why marry him?

But why is it so painful?

It's heavy. It's heavy.

Tears, too, spill uncontrollably through the orbit, inside, rolling.

She's the president. She's really not on her own. She promised to marry him.

Huang Ling bowed her head bitterly and measured herself.

Does she deserve to be his wife?

Promise him if you know you don't deserve it.

He clearly said he didn't like him, but he left him, and his heart was so heavy.

Sky, snowy.

Huang Ling dragged heavily, step by step, and left the Civil Affairs Bureau.