Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Now seeing her so weakly isolated, his face, so gloomy.

He stared coldly at the people inside and was very angry at her behavior.

Idiot!

She's the stupidest woman in the world!

If it hadn't been for Tian Lei, Mobson really wanted to smash the glass wall in one punch and teach this stupid woman a lesson.

Huang Ling's face is on Mobson's side.

She opened her eyes and saw a great shore figure, and she stunned, thinking she was dreaming.

She hurriedly closed her eyes and opened them again, and the figure of Ziwei Bank was still there.

Not dreaming, Brother Mo came to see her...

Huang Ling worked so hard to make it, her whole body hurt like it was going to break apart.

The arrows are wearing (minds) ah.

She got out of bed and walked down towards Mobson.

Seeing her like that, Mobson's face, more gloomy.

How much he wants to hold her forward...

Huang Ling came and sat down in front of Mobson, and she looked up, and he bowed his head and the two looked across the thick glass wall.

Mobson was angry, angry, breathless, and his chest kept rising and falling.

Seeing him so shady, Huang Ling's heart, snapped.

Brother Mo is angry, the shady cold eyes, as if to slow her down.

Through the glass wall, you can feel the violence on him, huh, such a mo brother, it's a deterrent.

Huang Ling tried not to let the pain run to her face. She raised her head and waved at Mobson, who was so gloomy, pulling her lip corner and laughing: “Brother Mo. ”

The more she is, the more Mobson's heart aches.

His cool, sexy lips, they're all tied together.

The muscles on your face, they're so tight, they're breaking your nerves.

Huang Ling grabbed the paper and pen from the ground and brushed the floor and wrote on it: “Brother Mo, have you eaten the ice stick? The smell of your whole body. Why is it so cold? I feel your cold in quarantine. Smile or Lindy will be scared. ”

After writing, Huang Ling lifted up the paper, her fingers trembled, God knows that her handshake and writing hurt.

This damn “Tianlei”, Huang Ling really wants to shout to it and say, "I'm going to grass your mother! ”

Looking at the words she wrote, Mobson frowned and looked even more shady.

How long has it been since she thought about joking?

And... she wrote so ugly, like a turtle, I wonder if she was only in third grade.

Mobson bowed his head and saw the paper and pen on the small table next to him. He sat down with his legs and picked up the brush and wrote a line on the paper: "Huang Ling!!! I want to strangle you!! ”

The words are in the same mood as he is in now, with a sharp pener and a leopard rage.

After reading it, Huang Ling smiled and wrote on the paper: “Pinch it, you pinch it, you can't pinch it. ”

Still provoking him, Mobson was furious.

His eyes did not cover up his anger, he walked across the glass wall, and he stared straight at Huang Ling with fury.

At first, Huang Ling looked at him.

But to the opposite, she was heartless.

Why doesn't she know how Mobson feels right now?

Huang Ling wrote: “Brother Mo, it's good to know you in my life. ”

After reading it, Mobson wrote: "But I haven't been well since I met you. You always treat my words like wind in your ear. Also, talk to me, I understand lip language, kindergarten kids just learned to write better words than yours. ”

After Huang Ling saw the back, she felt a little embarrassed.

She lowered her head, looked at the words she wrote, and looked at the words Mobson wrote, and, uh... the difference between heaven and earth was more than just one day.