Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling was surprised not by Mobson, but by Brenda and Old Ross!

Huang Ling stood rigidly at the door of the meeting room and looked at Brenda and Old Ross with surprise.

How are they... with Mobson?

Are they, Mobson's mom and grandpa?!

Huang Ling opened her eyes slightly and looked at Mobson.

Mobson looked at her and saw her looking at herself with confusion and shock.

And he said, "My mom and my grandpa. ”

Huang Ling listened, took a look, clearly guessed, but listened to Mobson, there was a sense of deception.

Heart, stealthy scratch.

They're all playing with her--

Huang Ling's heart was very heavy. She sang with Cheng Xichen and was in a good mood.

At this moment, it's all gone.

She walked in.

Sit across from them.

She was pale, sleepless last night, dark circles.

Mobson was uncomfortable to see her like this.

He asked, "Sleep well? ”

Huang Ling didn't answer him and didn't even look at him.

She looked at Brenda and old Ross.

Brenda looked at Huang Ling heartily: “Huang Ling...”

Huang Ling avoided her eyes and looked at old Ross and said, "Ross, I hear you broke your leg. Are you feeling better? ”

Old Ross nodded: “Much better.” Then my eyes got hot, "she said, bitterly. Bear with it, huh? ”

Huang Ling smiled, “No bitterness, I can think a lot of things inside. ”

Brenda reached out and tried to shake Huang Ling's hand. Huang Ling avoided.

Brenda didn't grasp it, and she looked at Huang Ling somewhat stunned.

Huang Ling looked at her with regret: “I haven't washed my hands in days. ”

She lied. Before Cheng Xishen left, she washed it.

Mobson looked at her hands, white and clean.

Brenda grinned, “I don't dislike you, son. ”

“…” Huang Ling twisted her lips slightly.

Brenda looked at her: “We believe you, Huang Ling, don't be sad. Kai's death has nothing to do with you. ”

Huang Ling smiled lightly: "If it's okay, I'll be locked up here? I'm ready, sue. ”

She moved her eyes and looked at Mobson, smiling softly: "As long as it makes you happy. ”

If he feels happy with Eina, she's all he's got. If he thinks he's suing her and she's shot, he'll be happy. She doesn't matter.

Isn't that a death? For her, she had no fear of death.

She said that and let Mobson's heart rip a little.

How much he wanted to hold her in his arms...

He also wanted to say to her, "For the time being, give in to you", but he threw up again.

The grievances are already done, let her continue to grieve.

“I hear you're not eating, that's not gonna work.” He spoke softly.

“Nonsense, I had two buns for breakfast, a boiled egg with water and a bowl of white porridge with pickles. ”

Mobson, listen to me. Pick your eyebrows. What kind of breakfast is this?

Pickled vegetables... Not only are they not nutritious, but eating too much is bad for your health!

“In there, take care of yourself. Huang Ling...” Mobson reached over and held her hand.

Huang Ling tried to hide. She was just stunned, and Mobson's palm came over.

Her hands were small, soft and boneless.

His palm, with a thin cocoon, covered her so that she could feel the roughness of his palm.

Huang Ling looked down at his palm.

Thinking of his hands, touching Aina's body like touching her body, she felt sick.