Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

All of a sudden, she rushed forward, scared to slow down, so he opened the door and went in.

“Mobson!” Rushing behind the man, Huang Ling no longer cares about anything, from behind, holding each other tight!

Mobson found her when she rushed over, and he just didn't look back at her.

Embracing him from behind is what he expected.

But when she held him in her arms, his heart, still out of control, suddenly jumped.

He could clearly feel the softness of her sticking on his back, a feeling that was irrefutable.

“Mobson, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!!” Huang Ling's arms wrapped around his chest and his mouth kept saying 'I'm sorry’.

Mobson stood there straight, hugging her, touching and scratching her hands in her chest, and she kept saying 'I'm sorry'.

He was complacent because he knew that she was not angry, that she was not breaking up, that she was going to destroy the child.

But his expression, it's still cool, hum, this little woman, she misunderstood him all the time.

Now that you know it's a misunderstanding, you want him to forgive her, don't you? Difficult!

“It's my fault, I'm not confident enough, I don't trust you enough to make you suffer so much. Mobson, I'm sorry...”

Huang Ling kept rubbing Mobson's back with her face. Only then would her heart feel better.

She said a lot until she calmed down, and she realized that Mobson had been ignoring her.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, looked up, and said carefully, "Momo? ”

“Enough hugging?” Mobson responded coldly to her.

Huang Ling stunned and the first reaction was: Momo got angry. Arrogant.

“Not enough.” Huang Lingzao, tighten his waist: “Never enough! Never enough! ”

“Let go.” She held him like this, and the tenderness in front of Hungarian rubbed against his back, like hooking ~ him, making him feel bad.

She's pregnant now, and he wants to suppress the fire and try not to light it.

“Not loose!” This familiar flavor, now smells, makes Huang Lingxinshen ceramic, intoxicating, solid.

Mobson took a breath and grabbed her wrist with his palm and pulled her arms apart easily.

“Mo...” Huang Ling stood there and watched Mo Po Sen walk into the house as soon as he took off.

Mobson walked into the house, but didn't close the door, Huang Ling was stunned, hurried back to his senses, followed him in, and gently closed the door.

Mobson came straight to the balcony and pulled out a cigar and smoked it.

Huang Ling walked over, stood beside him, looked up, and looked at him.

He exhaled white mist and smoke and bathed his face deeper and handsome.

Eyes under smoke, sharp, deep, unpredictable.

Plus it was the night, and he was covered in the light, and his face was even more glorious.

“Momo??” Huang Ling gently dragged his sleeve, raised his face, like a little girl who had done something wrong and was angry and had a thick face to please each other, blinking her eyes, "Are you angry? ”

Mobson smoked another cigarette, looked down and looked at Huang Ling coolly.

It just occurred to me that Huang Ling was pregnant and that pregnant women could not smoke second-hand.

He turned around and walked into the living room.

Huang Ling looked at him, feeling a little lost and heavy, he didn't seem to want to ignore her... but he kissed her tonight!

Mobson went into the bathroom and spit out the smoke in his mouth and put it out. It contained a breath of clean water and rinsed his mouth before coming out.

Huang Ling has returned from the balcony and is standing in the living room.

“Next time I smoke, you can remind me.” Mobson looked at her faintly.