Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling got up and went into the kitchen.

Not that she wanted to hear from Mojingkai, but she had guessed what he was going to say to her.

She cooked him noodles because he was Mobson's dad.

There's beef in the fridge, and lettuce.

Huang Ling washed two lettuce and cut a bowl of beef.

Stand in front of the caseboard, take the knife, cut the meat.

She was distant, sad and sad.

Mobson... Mobson and Aina...

She thought she'd find a man she could rely on for the rest of her life.

She thought she'd be happy and happy with Mobson all her life.

She thinks he will live up to her life, giving her full love and tolerance.

She thought...

Turns out it's all a dream.

Dream on, she was hit back where she was, nothing, nothing.

It has to be something, it's a wound all over it, it's scarred...

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The noodles are cooked.

Huang Ling can't cook, but this bowl of noodles is still cooking well.

In the living room, Mojingkai, smells, wants to eat.

He figured it out, his own son, figured it out.

His grandfather and his mother had all met Huang Ling. They loved Huang Ling very much.

Grandpa would not exaggerate even Aina, his granddaughter, but he exaggerated Huang Ling a lot in front of him.

This woman, although ordinary and unpleasant in character, her own son likes it and she definitely has her strengths.

Besides, she gave her innocence to her son and could be pregnant.

Alas, forget it. If your son wants to marry her, let him marry her.

Rather, not only will his son ignore him, but his loving wife will ignore him.

He thought about it, big deal, letting his son live in Country K, their kids, take him back to Country L. He's old enough to raise him.

With grandchildren and granddaughters, does he still care if his daughter-in-law is good or not?

Though he thinks Einar is better than Huang Ling, his son doesn't like Einar. What can he do?

You can't force your son to marry Aina, can you? Strong melons are not sweet...

Huang Ling came out of the kitchen, and she walked behind Mo Jingkai and said softly: “The noodles are cooked. It's hot on the table. If you can't eat it, eat it later. ”

After that, Huang Ling walked towards the door.

Mojingkai called her: "Where are you going? ”

Huang Ling stopped without turning back: “Back to school. ”

“I told you, I have something to tell you when I'm full. ”

Huang Ling smiled bitterly: “I know what you're going to say to me. Uncle, I have to go tonight. ”

“What do I have to say, you know?” Marvelous: “Did Porson tell you? ”

Huang Ling thought about it and nodded.

Kind of. Photographs sent. No, I guess not.

“I'm going back to school.” Huang Ling left.

Back in her bedroom, she lay in bed, silent.

The bedroom classmate came back, very lively, and she lay there quietly, with her eyes closed.

WeChat rang and rang, rang and rang, and she didn't even look.

Xu Lingling, standing in front of the bed, saw her eyes closed, pale face, gently pushed her.

Huang Ling was pushed, opened his eyes and looked at Xu Lingling in confusion.

Xu Lingling saw her eyes covered in blood, red and red, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling sick? ”

Huang Ling tried to squeeze a smile at her. She didn't know. This smile, in Xu Lingling's view, was worse than crying.

“No, I'm fine.” Huang Ling said softly.