Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

"I drink!" Huang Ling listened, like a child who was scared, sat down slyly, and unknowingly gave himself a bowl full of **** soup.

Palace cold, pain ~ menstruation, infertility, infirmity... is the woman's mission!

Huang Ling drank a lot on the first bite. "Ah... it’s hot... it’s so hot..."

Because of the soup that was just made, she was drunk and her tongue was red.

She spit out her tongue, angered, like that, very cute.

It can be said that this is the first time that there is a woman who sticks her tongue out in front of Mobson.

The red tongue, the tender powder, and the flooding, there is such an instant, Mobson is actually blasphemy.

In my mind, I couldn't help but show a picture of awkwardness.

He looked at Huang Ling intently and sat down next to her.

Huang Ling didn't drink a big mouth, she took a spoon and drank it.

Ginger soup, no brown sugar, but very tasty, has a very rich chicken flavor.

Mobson also gave himself a bowl, elegant movements, and sipping slowly.

He sat next to him, and the smell of the dishes on one table could not resist the faint fragrance of his body.

As if his breath is lingering on himself, he can't get away -

Huang Ling’s action of drinking soup stopped for a few seconds.

She moved her face and looked at the soup in his bowl. She asked faintly: "You are also afraid of the cold pain of the palace, the infertility?"

Mobson almost laughed, and he looked at Huang Ling with a smile. "Don't you ask me such a funny question when I eat and drink?"

"..."

"You think that **** soup is only for you women to drink, and our strong men can't drink?"

"Not..." Huang Ling shook her head.

"Come and warm up," Mobson said.

"Good." Huang Ling drank a bowl and the whole stomach was warm.

The temperature of a bowl of **** soup warms her body.

After drinking a bowl, Huang Ling did not continue to drink, but sat there for a while.

The stomach was not so full, she began to eat chopsticks to eat.

"Eat crayfish, there is this pigeon, the chicken is licking, the body is full, you are too delicate." Mobson moved the chicken cockroach and the pigeon to Huang Ling.

"This table is not big, I can clip it, don't move." Huang Ling smiled, and Mobson was too polite to her. From his words, he could still hear that he was usually a considerate person.

"I am not worried that you can't catch it. I am afraid that you are shy and don't dare to let go in front of me."

Huang Ling listened and suddenly smiled: "Do you think I am the kind of shy person?"

Mobson looked at her head and gave her a deep look. "I just thought it was because I changed clothes for you. The shy look was crying."

With this mention, Huang Ling’s cancer has been committed again.

She bowed her head and muttered. "How does that kind of thing compare with eating?"

Mobson smiled lowly. "If you can't compare it, then eat it."

"I like to eat crayfish." Huang Ling Chong Mo Posen smiled sweetly, then took the crayfish directly and used it.

Mobson looked at her, she laughed like a blooming fragrant lily, pure and beautiful.

No powdery face, with pale beauty, but ice muscles.

"For the first time, I saw such a good-looking smile." Mobson whispered, and the dawn was flowing away from Huang Ling's face.

Huang Ling listened, eating the crayfish's movements, looking up, looked at him strangely. "Do you mean me?"