Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“I drink!” Huang Ling listened, like a scared child, sat down and filled herself with a bowl of ginger soup.

Miyagi, pain ~ menstruation, infertility, weakness... it's a woman's destiny!

Huang Ling drank a lot from the first sip. “Ah... it's hot... it's hot...”

Because of the soup she had just made, she drank it and her tongue burned red.

She spits out her tongue, she's angry, she's cute like that.

For the first time ever, there was a woman, in front of Mobson, so invisibly sticking out her tongue.

Hot red tongue, tender powder, still luminous, at such a moment, Mobson stood still.

In my mind, I couldn't help but come up with an ambiguous picture, an exciting ~ kiss.

He glanced at Huang Ling, pulling a chair next to her.

Huang Ling did not sip, she held the spoon and drank it one by one.

Ginger soup, no brown sugar, but very tasty, with a particularly intense chicken aroma.

Mobson also serves himself a bowl, elegantly moves and drinks slowly.

He sat beside himself, smelling like vegetables at a table, and couldn't resist the hint of freshness on his body.

As if his breath, haunted himself, could not disperse...

Huang Ling drank soup and stopped for a few seconds.

She moved her face and looked at the soup in his bowl and asked in a shadow: "Are you afraid of uterine cold ~ scripture, infertility? ”

Mobson almost sprayed a smile. He looked at Huang Ling with a smile in his eyes. "Don't ask me such funny questions when I eat and drink water, okay? ”

“ …… ”

“You think only you women can drink ginger soup, and not our strong men? ”

“Not...” Huang Ling shook her head.

“Drink up, warm up.” Mobson said.

“Okay.” Huang Ling drank a bowl and her stomach was warm.

A bowl of ginger soup warms her whole body.

After a bowl, Huang Ling did not continue drinking, but sat there resting for a while.

Her stomach wasn't so full that she started eating chopsticks.

“Eat the little lobster, and the pigeon, the chicken jumping, the body, you're too weak.” Mobson moved the chickens and pigeons to Huang Ling.

“This table is small, I can clip it, don't move it.” Huang Ling smiled and Mobson was too kind to her. From what he said, he could still hear that he was usually a considerate person.

“I'm not worried you won't clip, I'm afraid you're shy and afraid to let go of me. ”

Huang Ling suddenly smiled: “Do you think I'm the kind of shy person? ”

Mobson turned around and took a deep look at her, “I just mistakenly thought I was the one who changed your clothes. That shy look was almost crying. ”

With that in mind, Huang Ling's embarrassing cancer was committed again.

She bowed her head, mumbling, “How can that be compared to eating? ”

Mobson smiled low, "Now that you can't compare, eat. ”

“I like little lobsters.” Huang Ling smiled sweetly at Mobson and grabbed the little lobster with her hand and ate it like this.

Mobson looked at her, and she smiled like a blooming fragrant lily, pure, beautiful.

No fander's face, pale beauty, but full of ice.

“For the first time, I've seen such a beautiful smile.” Mobson whispered, his eyes flowing away on Huang Ling's face.

As soon as Huang Ling listened, he took a little lobster meal, looked up and looked at him surprised, “You mean me? ”