Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“She doesn't sing, I sing.” Mobson got up suddenly.

He had a powerful aura, no anger, no arrogance, no shock.

The sound doesn't need to be loud, but it sounds like thunder, and it gets into their ears, so people can't ignore it.

Prince Wu wanted to provoke this man.

But when he got up, there was an invisible sense of oppression, and he just did it.

This man, by his temperament alone, knows no simple man.

His brown eyes, like falcons, are daunting enough, if not angry.

Even the friends brought by Prince Wu looked at Mobson silently, silently and silently.

Mobson walked onto the stage in the eyes of everyone.

Go to the band.

Huang Ling took the microphone and looked at Mobson like a ghost.

He's singing?

Though his appearance is taller and more handsome than those singers.

But... he's a soldier, he's the chief, you want to sing too?

Cough, can't a soldier sing?

Huang Ling suddenly appeared in his mind a group of people in military uniform, sitting together with military hats singing: one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, go forward, green military camp, green military camp --

He's not gonna sing, is he?

Mobson said something to the band, then turned around, smiled lightly, and walked to Huang Ling.

“Give it to me." He reached out and asked Huang Ling for a microphone.

“Are you... singing a military song or a love song?” Huang Ling smoked the corner of her mouth.

Is he gonna take her hand and sing a soldier song? Or a love song?

“Just listen and you'll see.” Mobson laughed, “You go down. ”

He didn't want them on stage, being described as a couple.

“Oh.” Huang Ling gave him the microphone and stepped off the stage.

After getting off the stage, Huang Ling sat down and watched Mobson on the stage.

She knows that Mobson took the initiative to sing because he didn't want to embarrass Prince Wu.

He's a very powerful man, like Prince Wu, how dare you piss him off?

Mobson sings on stage, breaking her siege.

In Huang Ling's heart, a flavor emerged that she couldn't even say.

For the first time in her life, she was moved to meet a brother (a man) who was so good to herself that he was looking out for her everywhere.

Mobson, like her, stood on stage, not frightened at all, and his aura, pressed the whole field.

The obscure East, an ancient set, all things are born in the kingdom of God.

The whole life of a mortal man, he can barely get it, he fucks it in the hands of heaven.

But if God knows, why not guide the world's misery a little bit?

Why are you born? You can't think of anything...

Mobson's singing together brightened Huang Ling's eyes.

Grandma, this man's voice is so beautiful!

The sound of heaven can't be overheard. Damn, that's great!

Don't talk about obsession and dreams. God forbid I walk half a step.

Try harder than taller with my pity and anger.

How can man guess, the joy and anger of Heaven, how the thousand autumns of prosperity set the course?

Life always knows, warmth marks it, in the wind, looking for a way forward.

I don't know if Heavenly Father is old or not.

I only know that I will do it in my heart.

Don't ask, you don't get it.

Nor praise the heavens, and ask yourselves higher than the heavens.

“Nice! Nice!” After singing, Huang Ling jumped up and clapped with excitement and waved to Mobson on stage.

Mobson dropped the microphone and jumped off the stage looking handsome, landing steadily and walking towards Huang Ling.