Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Old Rose, you're jealous that my boyfriend is prettier than your grandson. He said that he was a man who didn't know how to be romantic, and then he said that he was attractive and attractive, he didn't know how to be romantic and he didn't know how to be romantic. It's all about sheets and being indifferent, which is a contradiction... Alas, I don't even want to say it anymore, I'm tired of talking to you.” Huang Ling reached out and looked at old Ross with a smile: “You've seen the picture of my Momo, show me the picture of your grandson. ”

When Old Ross listened, he sighed, his eyes swept past him and turned to his room: “My grandson was so handsome, he didn't like to take pictures. ”

Huang Ling followed him behind him. When he entered the house, she leaned against the door frame and looked at old Ross with a smile: “Who are you lying to? He must be too ugly for me to look at. ”

Old Ross put the box away: “Here you go, Emerald. Don't, don't. If you gave it to Anna, she would have taken it. ”

Huang Ling hugged her breasts and looked at old Ross with amusement: "You and Brenda both mentioned Eina. Is Eina your granddaughter? ”

Old Ross looked at Huang Ling naughtily: “Why should I tell you? ”

“If you don't tell me, don't tell me. I don't want to know. ”

“If you want to meet these people, come with me to France tomorrow. ”

“Tomorrow?” Huang Lingxian: “Are you going back? ”

Old Ross: "Well, I think my dear Nini's gone. ”

“Who is your dear Nini? ”

“My granddaughter's grandmother. ”

“Oh, your partner. Is Brenda with you? ”

Old Ross packed up some stuff: "Come with us. ”

After listening to them all go, Huang Ling's heart was a little lost, "Why so suddenly? I hadn't heard you say you were going back before, but now that I hear it, it's tomorrow. ”

Huang Ling walked in: “Old Ross, what are you going to pack? Let me help you pack. ”

Old Ross laughed and said, “I don't have to pack anything, so I put my things away, and the door locked, and I came back here later. ”

“Don't you have to wear clothes and shoes?” Huang Ling asked.

“What do these things bring to do? On the French side, I have too many shoes to wear. ”

“Also, both sides are well stocked and convenient to live back and forth. ”

After Old Ross packed up, he looked kindly at Huang Ling: “Why don't you come with us? Maybe you'll get to meet my grandson. ”

Huang Ling smiled: “Forget it, I'm going to work. When I get to M City, I'll take you to France. ”

Old Ross was satisfied: "Well, I'd like to see for myself which bastard got you into a roundabout. ”

“Nor is it fascinating. ”

“Alas, when I got back, I couldn't find anyone to play chess with. ”

“Why don't you let your granddaughters and daughters stay with you? ”

Old Ross stalled: “They're busy, they'd rather go skiing and drink than sit down and play chess with me. They say playing chess is boring. ”

Huang Ling nodded: “A little indeed. ”

Old man Ross stared: “Are you bored, too? ”

“It's a bit boring compared to skiing and drinking. ”

“Are you still with me? ”

“You asked me to do it, not that I'm willing to accompany you. ”

“You stinking girl, you're just like them, you don't want to play chess with me. Okay, well, I thought I'd miss you back in France, and now I'm not gonna miss you.” Old Los Angeles seems angry.