"Stupid girl, busy people have to eat and sleep. You think too much, I really only come here to eat, as soon as I enter the restaurant, I will see you crying with your head down." Mobson smiled.
"What a silly girl, call me Lingdi."
"Good..." Mobson nodded: "Stupid younger brother."
"I can't believe you."
"Haha..." Mobson couldn't help but smile. "Ling, brother, Ling, how are you so cute?"
"I am poor, no one loves, but also cute." Huang Ling coveted and glanced at the table on the table. "Do you want to eat? Let's go to another place to do it."
"Okay." Just next to them there was a vacancy, and it was still a double, with a bouquet of flowers on the table, the atmosphere was quite romantic.
After they sat down, the waiters gave them hot tea and asked Mobson to eat something.
Mobson took the menu and ordered a few dishes he had eaten. Before putting down the menu, Mobson lifted the light and looked at Huang Ling gently. "Ling Di, what to eat?"
"I just ate it, don't eat it."
"Good." Mobson did not force her, and then put down the menu.
Mobson raised his wrist and looked at the expensive watch on his wrist. "I haven't arrived at work time, you just sit here and watch me eat. After eating, we walk around, you go to work and go to the bar."
"Yeah." Huang Ling is sad, and it is not bad to have someone to accompany him.
After the waiter stepped back, Huang Ling clung to her lips, silently, staring at Mobson.
When Mobson saw her staring at herself, she squinted her head coolly. "Do you think I am handsome?"
"Yeah." Huang Ling said: "You are a kind-looking man, the more you look, the more handsome you are."
"My mom said so."
Huang Ling listened and smiled: "Is my son in the mother's heart, isn't he always so handsome?"
"No." Mobson hooked his lips, smiled on his face, and mentioned his mother. His eyes were full of tenderness. "When I was young, my mother always disliked me."
"Then you are not really ugly, you are naughty, not obedient."
In the eyes of Mobson, he walked through a strange and funny look at Huang Ling. "How do you know?"
"Which parents will dislike their children's ugliness? It must be that they are too naughty, causing her to cry and cry, and then say this."
Mobosen cocked his thumb toward Huang Ling. "My Lingdi is really smart. I was told by you. When I was a child, I was very naughty. After my mother got angry, my mother would say 'I don't love you.' Fear, the service was soft, and she was hugged, and she pushed me away and said, 'This ugly child, I don’t hold it.'
"You look so handsome, your mother must be very beautiful."
"Right, she is a very beautiful oriental girl."
Huang Ling listened and was surprised: "Are you a mixed-race?"
Mobson flashed, his face with a gentle smile. "Well, she is L, my father is French."
"It's no wonder that your looks are not very similar to the orthodox French, you are more handsome than them."
"Have you seen a few French men?" More than he is handsome, go there.
"I haven't seen a few, but I think you are handsome."
Mobson raised his eyebrows: "Can you feel that you want to get rid of it?"
Huang Ling held her hands on the table and smiled. "Okay, you are handsome."
"My younger brother is also handsome." Mobosen hooked his lips. "Listen to Lingdi’s analysis just so accurately. Presumably, when you were a child, you were also a naughty bug, often making your mother angry, and then being ugly by your mother."