Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mobson singled her “Ling” and let Huang Ling's heart stagnate for a moment, missing a beat.

After that, it directly caused Huang Ling's heart rhythm. If her face wasn't covered in gauze, now we could see how red her face was.

Huang Ling thought of the scene where he kissed her deeply on the ranch, warm hearted, soft, and pounding wildly, like a deer crashing into her.

She glared at Mobson: "So you're such a hooligan! ”

Mobson's wicked lips lifted: “You know now, it's too late. ”

“Brother Mo, isn't it true that men in the army look like men, but their hearts are yellow? ”

“Not a soldier, but a man. ”

“No, some men, inner yellow, more yellow on the surface. ”

“So a man is yellow, don't say soldier, carefully beaten by soldier men. ”

Huang Ling looked at Mobson with a smile in his eyes, and his voice became glutinous and soft: “Brother Mo, it's good to know you. ”

Give her a real sense of what security is, what happiness is, what is spoiled, what is heart like a deer, what is a kiss...

Mobson smacked her mouth, kissed her long eyelashes, and her voice was thick and low: “We got closer, don't call me Brother Mo anymore, I'll feel like we're in * * * *. ”

“Fucking alien talent * * *, I call me Brother Mo. Isn't that a normal name? ”

“Your man?” Mobson raised his head and held his head with his hands. He didn't know how evil his lying position was, his charming smile: “When did Brother Mo become your man? ”

Huang Ling's face turned hot and said: “Anyway... sooner or later, I just said it in advance. ”

“Your man, I'll be your man. Well done, finally admitting I'm your man.” Mobson's eyes were filled with laughter.

“…” Speak and look at her with this look, Huang Ling is very shy.

“Now that I'm your man, call me later and change your mind, huh? ”

“Mobson? ”

“I am strong and punish you with action, you will not be able to bear it.” Mobson's eyes swept away a spoiled smile.

“Porson?” It's awful.

“Three times a night. How about that? ”

“Momo? ”

“Five times a night, I'll be fine. ”

“Then Momo.” Huang Ling wanted to think about it, still thought Momo was good. When he called Momo, his hands touched him. Well, this feeling should be good. Just think about it, Huang Ling wanted to laugh.

“Seven times a night, it's hard to beat me. ”

“Momo!” Huang Ling has a smile in his eyes: “Then seven times, hey, Momo, not seven times, you are a mouse. ”

“…” Mobson listened, picking his eyebrows, and he had the guts to dig the pit himself and jump.

“Momo.” Huang Ling clumsily joined hands and gently touched Mobson's chest, "Momo can only call me, I can only touch, no other woman is allowed such welfare. ”

“Okay.” Mobson snapped her lips, and she liked her being so dominant in possession of him, which felt good.

Like the feeling of being valued, this woman sees him as a treasure.

“Don't feel so heavy. I have wounds. It hurts.” Mobson looked at Huang Ling with a smile and his eyes were filled with love.

As soon as Huang Ling heard him say it hurt, he retracted his hand and blinked, looking at him.

Mobson smiled like a demon.