Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling nodded her head and had some annoyance in her heart. She should not have hidden the matter, she should have discussed it with him sooner.

“It's not all my fault, you told me in the army, but my uncle told me you were in France. It just so happens that Aina is in France. ”

“Silly girl, I am really in the army, and I am temporarily arranged in France. I will not meet Aina in France except at my grandfather's house. ”

Huang Ling whispered, a grievance, “You don't know, when I saw those pictures, I felt like the whole person's soul was gone. ”

Mobson kissed her and said softly: "It was all Grandpa's fault. He made us both suffer so much, and later the baby was born, he wouldn't let him hold it. ”

Huang Ling couldn't help but smile: “Do you have a grandson like that? Besides, old Ross doesn't necessarily want to hug our kids yet. ”

“Believe me, he yearns to fail. ”

“I'm hungry. Dinner wasn't very good. I ate two pieces of bread and you dragged me to cry. It's almost digested now.” Huang Ling leaned aside and said in a shadow.

Mobson smiled softly: "Whatever you like, I'll make it for you. ”

Huang Ling smiled, “I have a bad appetite, I don't want to eat anything, but I'm hungry. ”

“I called to ask Mommy what she wanted to eat when she was hungry and she didn't want to.” Mobson held her in the living room, "sit down, and I called Mommy. ”

Huang Ling sat on the couch, looked up and looked at Mobson.

Misunderstood, he was not angry again, and her mood had changed.

It was her fault that she should not have believed him, and if she had believed him enough, she would have understood him and helped him to alleviate the pain of losing his father.

Huang Ling was ashamed to think of it. She really wanted to slap herself. Why didn't she trust him so much?

In less than a minute, Mobson and Brenda ended the call.

He put his phone on the coffee table and looked at Huang Ling with endless tenderness: “Mommy asked if you wanted something spicy? ”

Huang Ling thought, “Why don't you make me a bowl of sour noodles? Spicy cabbage. ”

“There are no pickles at home, pickles belong to pickles, no nutrition, no good eating. ”

“...” Huang Ling raised her mouth, but meat, she threw up when she ate it.

“I'll cook you a bowl of light noodles with green vegetables in it, huh? ”

“Don't be meaty, I can't eat it for a while, I'm sick.” After vomiting, the stomach and throat burn like sores.

“Okay.” Mobson came over and rubbed her head gently, snapping her lips: “I went in and cooked. ”

Mobson entered the kitchen, placed his cell phone on the coffee table, had a press push and the screen lit up.

Huang Ling glanced at the desktop and found her picture.

She couldn't help but bring her phone and look at the photos on her desktop.

It's her solo photo, bright smile, curved eyes, beautiful!

She was infected with her own smile, her mouth snapped up, and she laughed proudly.

She moved and laid comfortably on the couch, playing with Mobson's phone.

His phone has nothing to play with, no games, no WeChat friends, no hair circles, quiet.

The phone in her pocket was quiet and ringing.

Huang Ling put Mobson's phone back and took out his own.

Well done, the call was from Phoenix Liu.

As soon as the phone was answered, Liu Fengfeng immediately asked: "Huang Ling, what are you doing? Don't you think you've been fooled by Mobson? How dare you stay there tonight? ”