Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

The stage of the bar is very well designed, about three meters tall.

Design such a tall stage with a ladder next to it for guests to watch.

But Mobson didn't go down the stairs and jump straight off the stage.

Cool move, steady footsteps, you can see he is a man of skill.

Seeing him like this, Prince Wu secretly said, this person, after all, is a big man, and he has good hands, fortunately he didn't mess with him just now.

Mobson was like an emperor, and everywhere they went, the guests gave them way.

He came all the way to Huang Ling, laughing: “How's it going? ”

“Yes, the sound of heaven!” Huang Ling didn't know what to say except praise.

It's just...

She doesn't know what song this song--

“You drank well, Lindy. Your eyes are red.” Mobson looked Huang Ling in the eye and said.

“What can be done?” Huang Ling stalled, “singing to the emotion, couldn't help but shed tears, alas... my tears are too shallow. ”

She deliberately covered it up and sank Mobson's chest.

This woman, is she really crying, singing to the emotion?

Humph, treat him like a three-year-old boy!

“Wong Ling, Wong Ling, you sing so well!” The manager walked in with a thousand cash in his hand.

He looked at Huang Ling with gratitude and handed her the cash, “Thanks to you tonight, Lord Wu said, you can leave work. Now let the other singers sing. That's your reward, by the way. ”

Huang Ling looked at the money in the manager's hand and said with embarrassment, “You don't need this much? And it's just a song. ”

“No!” the manager put the money in Huang Ling's hands: "I told you I'd pay you, you two sang too well. ”

The manager took a look at Mobson and said to Huang Ling with a smile: “Huang Ling, you have settled Prince Wu. If you need help, you can leave work. ”

“Salary bonuses won't be deducted?” Huang Ling asked.

The manager laughed, “If you don't pull it off, I'll add it to you. ”

“Then thank the manager.” Huang Ling would love to get off early with pay.

“You're welcome. You're welcome.” After a vague glance at Mobson, the manager turned around and lived.

Before he left, he laughed: "If you have a boyfriend, you should spend more time with him. ”

Huang Ling looked at Mobson, “My manager didn't think you were my boyfriend, did he? ”

Mobson looked at her with a light smile: "Obviously. ”

“Just thought it would be nice to let him know that I have such a handsome boyfriend. Maybe he will let me leave early from time to time. ”

“That's a good idea. Tell your manager you have a boyfriend. ”

“Okay.” Huang Ling hey, smiling, his hands swayed in front of Mobson with the money, “There's an unexpected feeling of wealth, trying to spend them all, how do you say? ”

“How can you spend a thousand dollars?” Mobson frowned and looked cool at the $1,000 in her hand.

“Cough... I forgot you were rich. ”

“Aren't you a good eater? Take it for good food. ”

“Good idea!” Huang Ling patted with both hands, her eyes lit, looking forward to looking at Mobson, “I know there is a delicious street, there are all kinds of things, and it's delicious. Would you like to eat with me? ”

“I am very relaxed at night and would love to eat with you.” It's also a pleasure to see her eat.