Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Sorry, I don't eat spaghetti. ”

“Aren't soldiers supposed to eat everything? If you get stuck with your enemies, you have to eat all the shi, don't you want to throw the noodles away? ”

Hearing shit, Huang Lingu nooked his mouth, this Aina, talking is also very uncivilized, who can still eat the word before people want to eat?

“I am not trapped by the enemy now.” Mobson was about to close the door.

Aina had long expected him to do this, and she hurried forward, her whole body, blocked the door.

Mobson had to push her out to close the door. Einar thought about it. If he pushed her, she'd come hard and hug him!

“I don't eat noodles, you can go back, Coach Aina.” Mobson looked lightly at Eina.

“When I first arrived, couldn't you be a little more enthusiastic about me?” Aina looked inside and laughed: “Or is your little girlfriend here? Excuse me? ”

“Momo...” Mobson hasn't spoken yet, and suddenly there's a delicate voice behind him: “Coach Aina is here, let him come in for a while. ”

Hearing this sound, Mobson's heart, as if it had been gently cut through his heart by feathers, itched to the point that it was soft and full of bones.

Especially when she called it "Momo," glutinous soft, delicate, itchy to hear, reminiscent.

Tall Aina was all goosebumped up by the sound, and her heart shook hard.

The sound... is too loud.

Momo...?

That's a... That's too much, isn't it?

Aina measured Mobson, such a tall man, called Momo by a little woman. How does it feel that he's afraid of this woman?

Mobson looked at Eina fluctuatingly: "Since Huang Ling asked you to come in and sit down, go in. ”

Huang Ling stepped out of the room, stood there, fastened his buttons, and tidied up his messy hair.

She looked like this, easily distorted, easily guessed, what they were doing.

Aina looked at her and frowned.

And seeing her lukewarm, reddish lips, Aina's face looked bad.

Mobson was really having sex with this woman, and if she hadn't disturbed them, they'd have gone crazy tonight, wouldn't they?

Little ones don't win newlyweds, just the two of them.

“Momo, I'm dry.” Huang Ling blinked the eyes of the Spirit of Water and looked at Mobson with a delicate smell.

Mobson drowned: “I'll pour it for you. ”

Mobson went to pour water for Huang Ling, and Huang Ling walked up to Aina and gave her a march: “Coach Aina, good! ”

Aina pulled the corner of her mouth, kind of laughed, gave her a response, she looked up and down at Huang Ling, “Am I interrupting something good? ”

Huang Ling said generously: "It's okay, we'll have time later. ”

Mobson poured the water over to Huang Ling and said softly: "Come, warm water, drink it directly. ”

Huang Ling took it and smiled sweetly at Mobson. “I'm hungry and I want some noodles. ”

Mobson looked at Aina and said, "Mind if my woman eats your spaghetti? ”

Aina put the noodles on the table and said softly: "The noodles are for you, for whomever you like. ”

Mobson opened the spaghetti and said to Huang Lingwen: "Sit down, Huang Ling, the spaghetti is not nutritious, I will allow you to eat it tonight, no more, you know? ”

Huang Ling sat down and ate slowly. “Yes, I usually don't eat. I'm too tired today to eat all day. ”