Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Thirty meters away, Pastoral lazy yet elegant sits on a golden yellow, engraved chair with a dragon pattern.

Next to him, Cheng Wantao did it on a chair engraved with a phoenix pattern.

On each side, there was a small table, on the table, with fruits, some water, and some flower tea.

Behind them, there were bodyguards parachuting them.

Such are they, like emperors and queens, sitting there looking at sinners.

Cheng Wandou held a string of green ladybugs and slowly ate them. He glanced slightly at Mobson in front of him.

How much blood has this man lost?

She was eating the tips, thirty meters away, and she smelled blood.

Pastoral elbows held on the table next to him, holding the parotid bone, slightly flashing lips and looking at Mobson with a smile.

Such a Mobson, he was satisfied.

In Country K, he can do whatever he wants with him.

Moreover, he was not afraid that his grandfather would come to the door because he broke into his wife's room in the middle of the night.

He should teach a lesson to a man who wants to steal his wife.

“Brother Mo!” A sudden, sharp voice suddenly breaks the silence here.

Huang Ling, kidnapped by two bodyguards, saw Mobson tied to a tree, her heart was cut like a knife and she screamed.

Seeing Mobson drop her head, her black clothes were all wet, and she thought he was dead.

She struggled to rush up, but two powerful bodyguards held her tight, and her struggle was all in vain.

“Mobson!” Huang Ling shouted at Mobson, and she was scared and sweaty.

“Bring it here.” Pastoral faint sounds.

The tone is modest, but full of majesty.

His voice instantly attracted Huang Ling's attention.

Huang Ling looked at him violently and stared at him: “Pastoral, did you kill him?! ”

Pastoral faces are full of shame, and the grin in the corner of the mouth grows thicker and thicker.

“He's not dead.” Cheng Wan smiled and looked at Huang Ling who had been dragged over.

“Two animals!” Huang Ling stared angrily at Mugu: “A president like you will one day die worse than Cheng Jianxin! ”

“I will not die, it is not for you to care, you care about your Mo brother first.” Pastoral glances at Huang Ling slowly.

Huang Ling shocked and looked at Mobson.

The weak Mobson heard her voice and tried to raise her head and look at her.

His eyes, covered by the sea in front of his forehead, were wet and dripping water beads.

Huang Ling couldn't see his eyes, but saw his lifted lips.

At first glance, Huang Ling suffered a heartache, breathed stagnantly and had soft legs.

He's laughing at her. He's telling her he's okay.

“One shot in the calf, one in the knee and one in the thigh. The abdomen, chest, arms and shoulders were each cut with a knife, the back braid was punctured, the head hit several times, no concussion, but also bleeding. He's been tied up for 40 minutes.” Pastoral looked at Huang Ling with a light smile: “Next, whether he died or lived depended on you. ”

Huang Ling heard the shock and looked pale. She yelled at Pastoral Ancient: “Son of a bitch, why are you doing this? Why?!”

Pastoral glances were cold: "Because he broke into my house last night and wanted to take you away. ”

“…” Huang Ling listened, the whole person shocked.

She looks at Mobson in shock. He's trying to save her?

Didn't she tell him not to do that?

That's Pastoral Tiger Cave. He broke in, didn't he?