Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Tough guy, but you can't waste food like this. You don't know, there are a lot of poor people who have eaten all the time. ”

“That's their business. ”

“How ruthless of you. ”

Mobson laughed, “Everyone comes out with a pair of hands, a pair of legs, a head, except for people with physical defects, who can work their hands, feet, and brains to make a good living. And I can't give up on eating because they haven't eaten a meal. ”

“Philosophy.” Huang Ling mumbled.

“I'd rather say the restaurant is bad than wasted. ”

“Why say the restaurant is bad? ”

“They can list a few prices in one dish, with different price portions, and I'll choose the portions I can finish. ”

“Brother Mo, that's a good offer.” Huang Ling thumbs up to Mobson, "I think you should propose this to the manager. ”

“Not bad, maybe the manager will reward me for my offer. ”

“Cut, do you care about the money? ”

“I don't care, but I can take that money and give it to my brother. ”

“Oh, my Mo, you're so kind to me. ”

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Out of the restaurant, Mobson returned to his car and returned Huang Ling's clothes and shoes to her.

Huang Ling put it back in her car and then they wandered around.

Together, they have a high turnaround rate.

Mobson told Huang Ling about his troops and laughed from time to time in front of Huang Ling.

Huang Ling almost laughed with her stomach in her arms.

But...

With such a high turnaround rate, she should pay attention to the image and not embarrass her brother Mo.

Her brother Mo was so handsome, she laughed wildly, and others wanted to question his eyes.

They would definitely say, "Geez, it's really hard for that handsome guy. Such a good-looking guy has to be with a rude, unattractive woman. ”

God knows, they're just “brothers”.

They didn't go back to the bar until Huang Ling came to work.

“You're not gonna drink again?” Huang Ling looked at Mobson with surprise as he followed him into the bar.

“Mm-hmm.” Mobson snapped his lips.

“You drink so much wine every night? ”

Mobson looked at her with a shallow smile: "No, only when you're on night duty. ”

Once Huang Ling listened, her heart was soft.

She looked at Mobson, "Are you going to work with me? ”

Brother Mobson touched Huang Ling's head, “Kind of. ”

Huang Ling was moved for a while, "Brother Mo, you are so sweet. Seriously, you're the first good friend I've ever had in my life! Male or female! ”

“Mmm.” Mobson accepts her words, "so don't be moved to cry. You cried tonight. ”

“I'm not crying.” Huang Ling raised her hand and gently patted a few Mobson's handsome faces, "and you're not the one who makes your brothers cry. ”

“Go on, go to work, then give me a bottle of wine, I'm going to try it slowly. ”

“Must be tasted slowly and not drank heavily.” Huang Ling smiled.

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After Huang Ling sent Mobson a bottle of wine, he went to work.

Around ten o'clock, there was a noise across the stage.

After Huang Ling gossiped about it, it turns out the most popular singer in the bar suddenly got sick and couldn't sing.

But the guest who came to listen to her sing doesn't understand, and doesn't believe that the other party is sick, makes a noise to the manager, and sends the other party back to sing.