Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“In your last life, you killed a lot of people in order to rob the land. Even my beloved woman deserves to be killed, and now you're pretending to be merciful to me, and I'm unhappy. ”

“Release Huang Ling and the next shipment of weapons will be successfully transported to country L.” Gu Zhiqiao coldway.

This is the most unpleasant conversation he's had with the Pastoral brothers for so long.

“You care about her?” Pastoral sounds were a little cold.

“She's innocent, you and the country should not have brought her into this. ”

“You do care about her.” Pastoral tone, yin yang weird.

Gu Qiu listened and frowned: “Pastoral Ancient! ”

“Ahju, looks like you're too idle.” Pastoral cold smile, the tone is more yin yang weird.

After that, Pastoral hung up.

Gu Zheng bite his teeth tightly, dead Pastoral!

…………

Country L.

Mobson returns to Mo's house.

Villa Mojia with European and American style.

Luxurious, classy, and quiet.

Front yard backyard with lots of flowers and plants.

Upon entering the living room, Mobson took off his coat with agitation, slender his body and lay heavily on the couch.

Huang Ling, will you think about it for so long?

After such a long time, he has not been answered.

Is it that hard to think about getting a divorce from Mugu?

He really wants to call Huang Ling, but... he's thinking about it. He makes people do this, okay?

A woman in a cheongsam came down the stairs.

She's Mobson's mom, Brenda.

She's tall, elegant and sophisticated in a rusty cheongsam with big peony blossoms.

The snow neck is wearing a sapphire necklace that adds a touch of glamour to this noble lady.

Her eyes, bright and bright, elegant woman of fifty years of age, seemed to give a feeling of only thirty years of age.

Light brown hair that reduces her age.

She gently stroked the wooden guardrail and slowly walked down.

When he saw the man lying on the couch, he smiled softly: "Less troops, come back? ”

Brenda loves her handsome son, a hybrid of L and France, but his appearance always makes people feel like they're French.

She likes to call him Little Army, or Samson.

Neither of these names is what Mobson likes.

I can't help it, Mama insists. If he resists, she'll go straight to “Baby."

He's such a big guy. He's called “baby” by his mom. He's gonna get goosebumps.

Mobson glanced lazily at Brenda, that falling face, with an obvious look of heartbreak.

Brenda approached him and smiled softly at him at his feet: "Abandoned by that stray girl? ”

Brenda was gentle, not as tall and strong as other Western women.

She seemed to be a soft, weak, elegant and noble woman.

Nice eyes and sweet smile.

But Mobson knew that she was a woman dressed in a gentle, dark heart.

She could use a very gentle look and say something to a very thunderous person.

“Mommy, I confessed to her, let her divorce, give her time to think, she hasn't replied yet, has she abandoned me?” Mobson looked at Brenda and asked in boredom.

Brenda listened, her beautiful eyes swept past her surprise, but her voice was still gentle, "Your favorite woman, married? ”

“Just talked to that asshole man about his marriage certificate, and he's innocent. ”

Brenda asked softly, "Is her husband a man who can't * * *? ”