Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mobson: “Alas, sigh, can't resist? ”

Huang Ling: “No, it's just a sigh of air, not an audible sigh. ”

Mobson: “Is the next room loud? ”

Huang Ling: “How do you know what's going on in the next room? ”

Mobson smiled low: "Aren't you asleep at this hour? And then I wake up, and I send this circle of friends, and with my IQ, I guess. ”

Huang Ling shook his head, “Why are you all so smart? I'm so stupid? ”

Mobson's eyes were full of drowning, which, of course, he hadn't even noticed: “I like you silly, sweet. ”

Huang Ling glanced: “I'm your brother, I'm smart or not, you have to like it. But my boyfriend, he'll dislike me. ”

Mobson: “Lovers see things in their eyes, they dislike you, and they don't really love you. ”

Huang Ling: “I have another sip of air. ”

Mobson: “Cell phones, turn the music on to the max. Come on, let's hear" Has anyone told you ". ”

Huang Ling: “No, I want to hear your voice, listen to your voice, my stomach doesn't hurt so much anymore. ”

At first glance, Mobson's eyes suddenly darkened and a little nervous inside: “Are you sick? ”

Huang Ling: “No. ”

Mobson almost sat up stiff, saw the two words she had sent, and then lay back: "Menstrual cramps? ”

Huang Ling shy: “It's embarrassing, you're smart, you can guess that. ”

Mobson didn't think he was smiling: “What's wrong with that? Girls don't yell for stomach aches when they're sick, it's menstrual aches. ”

Huang Ling: “You analyzed it correctly. I don't know if it's menstrual pain if a man doesn't get sick. ”

Mobson: "Lindy, men don't have that kind of blood flow. ”

Huang Ling was very happy: “Ha ha... Ha ha...”

Mobson: “You have to tell Brother Mo about anything that makes you unhappy and uncomfortable, you know? ”

Huang Ling joked: “I'm lonely in my empty room. Can I talk to you every night? ”

Mobson's eyes filled with laughter and his stacked legs swayed gently because he was happy: "Sure! Brother Mo also stays alone in the burst room, lonely. ”

Huang Ling: “We are two pathetic worms. ”

The hotter Mobson hits the iron: “Why don't we two poor bastards open a pot and eat together? ”

Huang Ling: “We are so far away, how can we open a pot to eat together? ”

Seeing this message, Mobson whispered helplessly, and Lindy was so stupid.

Mobson: “It hurts so much that I can't sleep. Have some ginger soup. ”

Huang Ling: “I drank brown sugar water. ”

……

They talked a lot and talked a lot.

They're in a good mood, and they never get red for a joke about a yellow clip.

And Huang Ling likes to talk to Mobson this way.

Across the Internet, using a chat tool called WeChat, they talked for more than two hours.

Huang Ling really couldn't lift her eyelids, so she ended her conversation with her brother Mo.

After the chat, Huang Ling realized that there was no sound in the next room.

Huang Lingxin thought, no more sound, can sleep peacefully.

Ding--

And the phone on my hand rang.

WeChat tone.

Huang Ling smiled. There was WeChat at this time. Who else talked about her Mo brother?

She said she was going to sleep and sent a WeChat, Brother Mo, the night owl.

Opening WeChat is a joke:

A hungry wolf finds a farmer and hears the woman in the house training the child: "Then she throws you out to drink the wolf! ”

The child cried all night, the werewolf waited till dawn, and finally wept and sighed: "Liar! Women are liars! ”