Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mobson smiled low and looked at Huang Ling with a gracious smile: "I know she's not plastic surgery, fool. ”

Huang Ling whispered, he was worry-free and really had no cosmetic surgery, but he had to be attacked like this by his internet friends.

Mobson looked at Huang Ling deeply: “It's not that you have plastic surgery, Ling Di, how can you be more nervous than Song Min? It's like Lindy's cosmetic surgery. ”

“Originally...” Huang Ling almost said, "I was talking about my cosmetic surgery." Luckily, she turned her head in time and changed her mouth. “I am a good sister with no worries. They said," No worries about cosmetic surgery, of course I don't like it. ”

Mobson smiled, gently fed Huang Ling to drink porridge, handsome face, smiling carelessly.

He glanced at Huang Ling's eyes and said warmly: “I think Song has no worries about the previous photographs, that look, the same as your current eyes. ”

“Eyes on me?” Huang Ling was stunned.

Mobson nodded: "Similar as one. Especially staring at a place makes me wonder that Song Wuo was who you are now. ”

After that, Mobson had a slight jaw neck, sexy lips slightly flashed, and looked at Huang Ling with a light smile.

I don't know why, when Huang Ling touched his sight, like a little girl who had done something wrong, she bowed her head and didn't dare to go see Mobson again.

She frowned slightly. Does she really look alike?

Though Mobson sometimes smiles lightly, sometimes he smiles low and carelessly.

In fact, he looked at Huang Ling's expression, very focused, never missed any of Huang Ling's expression and eyes.

She lowered her head in panic, she looked stunned, and he looked at it.

When talking about Song Li Xin, she didn't naturally look a little nervous, and her earlier conversation with Song Li Xin had to remind Mobson of something.

Mobson knew she had something to hide, and he looked at her and scooped a spoon of porridge to her mouth, "Lindy, eat porridge. ”

Huang Ling lifted her chin slightly, opened her mouth, ate the porridge, eyes, but drooped, long eyelashes, hiding her true eyes.

What Mobson saw was just her lashes flashing, beautiful lashes, flashing like an ink fan.

Mobson really wanted to bow his head and kiss her with these two ink fans that easily fascinated him.

“Not much. Finish it.” Mobson sounds very gentle, like a little girl.

Huang Ling raised her head slowly and looked at Mobson in the shadows, opening her mouth and eating the porridge fed to her.

“Brother Mo...”

“Hmm?” Mobson looked at her with a charming smile on her face and was very tender.

This tenderness, like carrying sugar, makes people feel sweet.

When Huang Ling looked at his tender eyes, he didn't know how to say anything for a moment.

She blinked and suddenly smiled, her eyes gleaming at Mobson's face: "Brother Mo, you are so handsome! ”

Mobson lifted his lips proudly: "Now you know I'm handsome? ”

Huang Ling shook her head: “No, no, no! Always knew you were handsome, just today, you were more handsome. ”

Mobson's tail is about to go up: “I'm a watch-resistant type, and the more handsome I look, the more fascinating I end up. ”

Huang Ling agreed with the nod: “Yes, you are. You are a watch-resistant type. ”

Huang Ling grinned and giggled.

Mobson looked at her brilliant smile, and as she smiled, the scar on her face twisted with her muscles, some... affecting the aesthetics.