Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Strange, how could he look at himself with such a faint, waveless look?

Even if he's angry and sick, he shouldn't look at himself like that!

Since the first time he met, he had never looked at himself so lightly, let alone loved him.

“Brother Mo, what's wrong with you? Shall I call a doctor for you?” Huang Lingxin cooled down a load, and Mobson was happy to wake up.

“...” Mobson looked only at Huang Ling and didn't say anything.

His eyes, staring at her face for seconds, then looking down at her breasts, landed on her cesarean section.

Though I don't see a big belly, it's a stylish maternity outfit.

And her face was round and feminine.

This kind of rhyme, which is not common in every woman, is not uncommon, basically in every pregnant woman.

Mobson stared at her belly and her eyes glistened.

When Huang Ling saw him staring at his stomach, he cooled his heart and immediately rejoiced.

She covered her belly gently with her hands and laughed, "Brother Mo, our son, you know? I checked the sex. It's my son! ”

Mobson's eyelashes resemble those of a woman.

Also because of the long eyelashes, Huang Ling did not see the surprise and love that flashed after hearing the child's gender in his eyes.

Huang Ling didn't realize...

No expression?

Doesn't he like his son?

Huang Ling chuckled and said: “Actually, I lied to you. I am pregnant with a baby girl. ”

Baby girl?

Mobson raised his eyebrows. Is it a baby girl or a baby boy?

A slight doubt appeared in Mobson's eyes, but in Huang Ling's eyes, she thought it was... Mobson didn't understand what she was saying.

Did he... Huang Ling was surprised by his thoughts.

How dare you, this guy lose his memory?

Don't play that trick with her! She doesn't like it!

“Do you know who I am?” Huang Ling asked.

Mobson lifted his eyelids and finally removed his gaze from her stomach and returned to Huang Ling's face.

He looked at Huang Ling quietly, but he didn't speak. Huang Ling was in a hurry.

“Mobson, do you know who I am?” Huang Ling asked urgently.

“Cough... cough...” Mobson coughed like he was about to talk.

Huang Ling did not come forward to pat him on the chest. When he had finished coughing, Huang Ling looked at him and said: “I call Dr. Fei. ”

She turned and went out.

You don't have to leave the ward, just call Dr. Ferrari.

But Huang Ling is going out to calm down, her Mo brother... amnesia!

Don't let this old drama happen to her, I really want to smoke the author!

Huang Ling called Dr. Fei. Dr. Fei heard that Mobson woke up. The surprise was exciting!

The case of Mobson is arguably the most challenging example he has encountered in so many years of practicing medicine.

Slightly more carelessly, the injured person will have two straight legs to the west.

He rushed into the ward, checked all aspects of Mobson and nodded with a great sense of accomplishment.

Huang Ling looked at Dr. Fei, who was arrogant and handsome, and asked him urgently: "Dr. Fei, how are you? ”

Dr Fischer in a white coat, handsome, but arrogant.

“Well recovered, the toughest brain injury I've ever seen. A nurse will be here shortly to take him to CT. ”

When Huang Ling heard about it, he looked at Mobson, who was lying quietly in bed, and asked Dr. Fei: "Is his whole head healed? ”