Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling thought it was a big joke she heard.

She laughed at herself, "Do I have the temperament? Country or pussy? ”

Mobson picks eyebrows, his eyes are slightly limited, and he doesn't seem to like Huang Ling like this very much.

He stared at her: "Can't you be a little more confident? I see that women's eyes are always very high and very picky. I just say yes, you have the temperament, you have the temperament, you have the confidence, the confident woman is beautiful. ”

“Cut...”

Huang Ling sneered and swept a cold glance at Mobson. "How tall are your eyes? I don't know yet. You like women like Li Xinxin. ”

“Is she bad?” Mobson picks eyebrows.

“You don't seem to know her at all. ”

“You know her well? ”

“I don't know her, but I don't think she's the kind of person who hates her so much and hates her as the people of K. No, she wasn't a kind person, she killed people if she couldn't move, and she didn't know how many people's blood was on her hands. The temper was fierce and arrogant. I accidentally hit the drink that day and wet her little sleeve, and she picked up the bottle to smash me. Younger women have such a temper. If they were older, wouldn't they be like menopausal women? ”

Huang Ling looked very despicably at Mobson, “Tsk, you look good, I believe you went upstairs to hook your fingers, I'm sure a lot of women follow you home, why do you like women like Li Xinxin? ”

Upon hearing this, Mobson's face had sunk and his deep eyes had become very dark.

He looked at Huang Ling blindly and his face was also a little gloomy.

Huang Ling felt the atmosphere was a little different, and she glanced carefully at Mobson.

Shit. Shit. You're not mad at Li Xinxin for saying bad things?

Huang Ling, if you don't like Li Xinxin anymore, you can't say bad things about her in front of a man who likes her.

If he doesn't, he won't die. Will he strangle her because of his anger?

Huang Ling looked at Mobson timidly, “Mr. Mo...”

“Mobson is my name, not my last name.” Just as she opened her mouth, Mobson suddenly interrupted her cold.

“Mobson, I have to work tonight. I'm going home. ”

Huang Ling thought he would embarrass her, but Mobson just looked at her faintly, "Hmm. ”

Huang Ling finally relieved when she heard him say "Hmm” and mentioned the heart of his voice and eyes.

“Goodbye then!” She waved her hand and quickly slipped towards the door.

Mobson was covered in wool blankets, walking around the house barefoot, and it didn't feel cold under his feet.

But when she walked out of the house and stepped on the cold tiles, she was shaking for a while.

Holy shit...

She bowed her head and remembered that she had no shoes in her hands!

What should we do?

The doors are closed.

Huang Ling turned around and looked at the door she had closed.

Shall we push the door in and put her shoes on?

But when I think of the look on Mobson's face, she's a little scared.

Go in again. If his anger only increases, isn't she dead?

Forget it, I'll take a taxi downstairs and I can't go anywhere cold.

And just ate well, warm enough to resist the cold.

Think so, Huang Ling, step away.

It wasn't until she got in the cab that she found out... that her crossbody bag was at Mobson's!

Inside, there's her ID card, cell phone, account book...