Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Delicious noodles?” Uncle Fu asks, "Are there ingredients you would like to deliberately drop? ”

“Ingredients are mainly nutritious and light, so long as they taste delicious. ”

Uncle Fu nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to go down there. ”

Huang Ling smiled at Uncle Fu. “Okay, call me when you're done. I'll go outside for a walk. ”

Uncle Fu nodded: "Yes, ma'am. ”

After Huang Ling left, several maids in the kitchen looked at each other. They were all in contempt with their mouths open.

Huang Ling walked out of the living room and took a slow tour near the main building.

After coming in last night, she didn't look closely at the surroundings.

The maids had already started working in the garden, pouring flowers, trimming leaves, picking flowers and putting them back in the vase.

When Huang Ling came out, the maids looked at her.

Some maids look at each other with incredible pickiness.

They can't seem to find any merit in Huang Ling.

Huang Ling didn't walk very far and went back to the house.

“See? When walking, the pace is not elegant enough, it seems a little eight-word. ”

“I don't see eight words, but her legs are pretty, straight, no eight words. ”

“She walked slowly, you didn't see, and I'm sure if she walked fast, it would be obvious. ”

“So what, you have no temperament at all, you can also be the wife of the president. ”

“The smell of a fox must have been in bed and confused the gentleman. ”

“Miss Cheng, such a noble and charming woman, can't be confused by Mr., but she has the ability to confuse life. What kind of world is this? ”

……

As soon as Huang Ling entered the house, she heard two maids wiping Roman columns at the door talking about her gossip.

Before marrying Mugu, she thought that she would have to face the problem of being picked.

When she went out for a walk, she could see in the eyes of a lot of maids the disdain, the contempt, and the pickiness.

She doesn't even care if she hears them talking about her.

It's just...

When they mentioned Cheng Wan, her footsteps stopped.

She's the mistress here. How dare they compare her to Cheng Wan Doo?

Do you really think Huang Ling is a sick cat?

Huang Ling didn't say anything. Turn around and step out.

The maids were chatty, and even Huang Ling came to them, and they didn't notice.

Huang Ling held her breasts with both hands and looked at them with a smile. “Isn't it nice to talk? ”

Huang Ling's words frightened them.

When they turned around in shock, their contempt for gossip suddenly became frightened.

“Husband... ma'am!” They stand tall, bow their heads, and have nothing but attitudes.

Huang Ling raised her chin and snorted coldly: “Didn't you get very excited when you were chatting? How did that happen now? ”

The maids looked at each other, lips, and dared not speak.

They despise a woman as ordinary as Huang Ling as the president's wife, but they are also really the president's wife, and they dare not collide positively.

If the president blames them, they all pack their bags and leave.

“Miss Cheng? Miss Cheng, you're talking about Cheng Wan, who's haunting Mugu, right?” Huang Ling smiled at them and asked.

The maids looked down at each other and dared not speak up.

Huang Ling picked out her eyebrows and shook her head. “If you don't talk when you say it, don't talk when you say it, how can I punish you? ”