Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling listened slightly.

She blinked and looked at Mobson: "What is that? ”

“Before I met you, he talked to me on the phone, and he didn't really hate you. ”

Huang Ling whispered: “It's all my fault. If I had stayed and listened to him, he wouldn't have been killed. ”

Mobson smiled, “Li Zhongjin will always find a chance to put him to death. ”

“Momo, don't worry, I'll take good care of you and let Uncle rest in peace. ”

Mobson frowned: “You take care of me? I took care of you. ”

“We respect each other and I'll give birth to a lot of monkeys for you. ”

Mobson frowned: “That's what you said, honey. Don't worry, my husband will try to plow it. ”

Huang Ling's face turned hot and scolded: “Not serious. ”

Mobson is serious: “If you don't try to cultivate, how can you get better? Silly girl. ”

Huang Ling sat upright with her hands on the table and looked at Mobson and said, "Momo, can you come back now? ”

Mobson nodded: “Conveniently, Li Zhongjin can't do anything about it. I still have people over there. ”

“Where is Uncle's grave? I want to see him. ”

“We'll talk about it when we get out of the hospital.” Mobson ate, he got up and packed the chopsticks.

Huang Ling went back lazy and looked at Mobson with a smile: “Momo, wash it for me. ”

Mobson put the chopsticks on the sink, “Okay, you do it. ”

“No, no, no! I'm kidding. You're serious too. ”

“I'm serious about everything you say. ”

Mobson smiled hey, “I said I don't like you, you mean it? ”

Mobson washes the dishes and asks, "Would you say? ”

Huang Ling shook her head with a smile: “No. ”

After Mobson washed the dishes, Huang Ling hugged him and went downstairs for a walk.

Huang Ling stayed at the hospital for three days and went back.

Back in the neighborhood, she naturally lives with Mobson.

Cheng Xishen succeeded in his interview at the Dragon Palace and became Gu Ying's secretary.

With his job, he bought a house with a hardware in another garden near the neighborhood where Huang Ling lived.

Cheng Xishen is not the type of diamond horn tip, nor is he the kind of narrow-minded boy.

Huang Ling and Mobson made up, and he sincerely hoped that they would be happy for a long time.

When he got the house, he moved to a new book.

Mobson and Huang Ling, as well as Liu Fengfeng and others, went to Cheng Xishen's new home to watch, had a big meal, when they celebrated Cheng Xishen's finding a job and having a new home in M City.

Everything settled in, Mobson and Huang Ling went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married.

Back home, Huang Ling sat on the couch, looked at it with her marriage certificate and looked at it again. She couldn't let go of her love for her marriage certificate.

Mobson brought her a fresh, freshly squeezed orange juice.

He sat next to her, grabbed her marriage certificate, and the other hand handed her orange juice, "Finish. ”

Half a glass, not much, vitamin supplement.

Huang Ling held the cup with her hands and her eyes fell on Mobson's wedding certificate, her eyes shining like they saw mountains of gold.

“Do I look good on my marriage certificate?” Mobson frowned and ate the vinegar of his marriage certificate.

Huang Ling shook his head, “You look good, the whole world, you better look. ”

“I don't see you holding my face. Looks like your marriage certificate has seen it in the morning. Now, isn't your eye hurting? ”

“That's me and your marriage certificate, with pictures of me and you.” Huang Ling's face of happiness.

“I'm going to hide it from you. ”

“No, it's good to see it out when I'm bored.” Huang Ling protested against Mobson hiding his marriage certificate.

Mobson said coldly: "You can look at me bored, see I'm still bored, you can touch me, even sleep with me. ”