Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling smiled, “I'm going to take this money to take my mom on a trip and donate a little to the orphanage. ”

Song has no worries. He looks at Huang Ling with great appreciation. In fact... this girl is kind.

Huang Ling mumbled and looked at Song without worries and smiled: “The book says that if you do more good things in this life, you can be with someone you love in the next life. ”

Song was not worried, his heart was slightly heavy.

She looked deeply at Huang Ling, “Huang Ling, you're still young. Perhaps there's a better man on the way? ”

“How...”

Huang Ling's phone rang before she could say anything.

The patient's pockets were large, and she pulled her phone out of her trouser pocket somewhat awkwardly.

Call number, it's Mobson.

When she saw the words ”Brother Mo”, Huang Ling's eyes lit up and she answered the phone with a smile.

“Hi, Brother Mo. ”

“Sounds like a good mood to hear. I'm about to go into your room, you check if your size suit is buttoned, if you're wearing pants, etc. ”

“What?” Huang Ling shocked. “Are you in M City? ”

“Arrived overnight on a plane. ”

“Where are you now? ”

“He entered the main entrance of the hospital and quickly boarded the elevator. ”

“Oh, my God!” Huang Ling hung up.

“What's the matter?” Song did not worry to see Huang Ling react so violently and asked with interest.

“The Mobson guy heard me in the hospital, then rushed over from L country, and now he's about to show up in my ward, and I'm going back.” After that, Huang Ling left Song's worry-free ward like lightning bolt.

Watching Huang Ling run out of the wind and fire, Song had no worries and frowned slightly, if he thought about it.

Mobson--

Seems good for Huang Ling.

……

Huang Ling returned to the ward and had not breathed. She closed the door and was knocked out.

Huang Ling knew it was Mobson. She gasped and lay in bed pretending to be weak and said: “Come in...”

Mobson pushed in with a bunch of flowers in his hand and a fruit basket in his hand.

Huang Ling turned around and saw him, his eyes lit up, “Brother Mo...”

Then, open your arms and hold Mobson.

Mobson put the flower and fruit basket down and walked over slowly, gazing at her swollen arm.

He was supposed to be on a plane after work, dressed in military uniform, handsome and tough.

“Swelling like this, still lifting so high? Isn't it heavy?” Mobson looked at Huang Ling.

“You're here, I'm excited.” Huang Ling was really excited.

Mobson pulls the chair, sits in front of the bed.

Measuring Huang Ling, she was in good spirits and lightly lifted her lips, "Not as bad as I thought. ”

Huang Ling glanced and looked like she wanted to cry. "Sit up. The wound hurts. I want to lie down. ”

“Then lie down. ”

Huang Ling really lay down and made a murmuring sound, like a scream from a kitten.

“Does it hurt?” Mobson asked.

“Mmm.”

“Call a doctor? ”

“The doctor changed the medicine for me, no more shouting. ”

“How can it not hurt? ”

Huang Ling looked up and looked at Mobson in the dark, "Will you blow it for me? ”

“Okay.” Mobson leaned down and took Huang Ling's swollen arm.

Huang Ling looked at him with surprise.

She was just messing with him. Did he really blow it for her?

Mobson picked up her sleeve and put ointment on the wound.

He lowered his head and blew his breath gently against the ointment.

Huang Ling looked at him with his eyes wide open.