Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“No, I've been lying there for so long, I've got a cocoon on my back.” Mobson buried his face in Huang Ling's abdomen.

“You just woke up and couldn't sit too long.” That's what Dr. Ferguson said.

“I haven't been sitting here long.” Mobson looked up and smiled at Huang Ling. “Honey, aren't you angry? ”

I wasn't angry, but when I saw his smile, Huang Ling really wanted to slap him and got angry again.

She whispered, hummed twice, and raised her chin arrogantly, with a “My mother is angry” look.

Mobson looked up at her and saw her arrogant expression. He couldn't help but smile.

Warm eyes swept past a sly smile, palms, towards Huang Ling's chest.

All of a sudden, the feeling of crisp electricity made Huang Ling fry like a wildcat and sweat all over her body.

Huang Ling would have bounced if Mobson hadn't stuck his other arm to her waist.

“Mobson, what are you doing?” Huang Ling screamed.

Mobson frowned and laughed at his face, but he enchanted the world. His eyes were still innocent.

“Honey, touch it. Is that what you call it? Was it fun or sad? ”

“Are you touching it? You're after me!” Huang Ling really wants to slap him.

Mobson snapped his lips: “I grabbed it. Has my chest grown? ”

“I've stopped growing a long time ago, and you don't have to make such a low-level excuse to play ~ hooligans. ”

Huang Ling is despising this man.

“Silly girl, the boobs of a prospective mother will grow. ”

Huang Ling: “...”

No wonder she was a little tight in her old Hungarian clothes. She thought it was because she was fat.

“Just a little bigger.” Mobson grabbed the other one again, "neither of them were very long. ”

He grabbed a calm face, but Huang Ling was not calm.

The pregnant woman, who was easily caught by the fire, felt so hot that she wanted to escape his claws.

She pushed him, but didn't dare push hard, afraid to hurt his head.

“Mobson, that's enough. Wake up and play hooliganism! ”

Mobson looked innocent: "I'm checking my kid's bowl. It's not big enough. What if I don't feed him? ”

“That's the bowl.” Huang Ling pretended to be angry: “If you do this again, I will ignore you, Mobson, I promised to do it, you just fooled me, I am still angry, I am still angry, you fooled me again, are you trying to piss me off? It doesn't matter if I'm angry, you have to think about your child. ”

“Well, I'm not teasing you.” Mobson, let Huang Ling go, "I lie down. ”

“I'll help you.” Huang Ling held him and let him lie down slowly.

As she bent over, Mobson lay down looking into her collar.

Seeing a seductive picture inside, white and pink.

Mobson's throat was tight, his eyes were raised, and he looked deeply at Huang Ling, “He ~ Mom ~ 's, I slept as long as I hungry. ”

Even now, I can't get a full meal.

Huang Ling thought he was referring to his stomach hunger. She knew that he was a man with a large amount of food and that his stomach could not be filled with the usual drifting food.

She sat down in front of the bed and looked at him gently, "When you can eat, I'll make you a good meal myself. ”

“Come lie down beside me.” The bed is one meter five, not very wide, but two adults lying down, that's enough.

“No.” Who knows if he'll play hooliganism.

Mobson looked at her spoiledly: "Good boy, I want you to lie quietly next to me. ”

“Don't touch me manually? ”

“What do you mean? Speak of your husband like an uncle. ”

“…” Doesn't it look like?

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Do you guys look alike? Ha ha ~ ~