Chapter 903: Mo anger

Now she saw that she was so weakly isolated that his face was very gloomy.

He stared coldly at the people inside, and was mad at her behavior.

fool!

The stupid woman in the world is her!

If it is not infected with "Tianlei", Mobson really wants to punch the glass wall to make a good lesson to teach this silly woman.

Huang Ling’s face is facing Mobson’s side.

She opened her eyes and saw a figure of a stalwart. She glanced at it and thought she was dreaming.

She quickly closed her eyes and then opened it again, and the figure of Wei Wei was still there.

Not dreaming, Mo brother came to see her...

Huang Ling struggled to do it, and the whole body was so painful that she wanted to fall apart.

Wan Jian wears (heart).

She got out of bed and walked over to Mobson.

Seeing her like this, Mobson's face is more gloomy.

He wants to help her forward...

Huang Ling came to Mobosen and sat down. She looked up. He looked down and the two looked across the thick glass wall.

Mobson was very angry and angry, and his anger was so short that his chest kept undulating.

Seeing such a haze, Huang Ling’s heart stunned.

Mo brother was angry, and the cold eyes were like the delay of her.

Through the glass wall, I can feel the temper of his body, huh, huh, such a brother, shocking.

Huang Ling tried not to let the pain run to her face. She looked up and waved her hand at the imposing Mobson. She pulled her lips and smiled and said, "Mu brother."

The more she is like this, the more painful Mobson's heart is.

His cool, **** lips were tied to him by a line.

The muscles of the face are so tight that they are broken.

Huang Ling grabbed the paper and pen from the ground and wrote the words on it: "Mu brother, have you eated the popsicle? The breath of the whole body, how is it so cold? I feel your cold when I am isolated. Laugh one Well, Ling Di will be afraid."

After writing, Huang Ling lifted the paper and her fingers were shaking. God knew that she was hurting when she was writing.

This **** "Tianlei", Huang Ling really wants to say aloud to it: "I want to grass your mother!"

Looking at the words she wrote, Mobson raised her eyebrows and her face was darker.

When is it, she still has a heart and a smile?

And... she wrote the word really ugly, like a turtle, really wonder if she is only in the third grade.

Moboson looked down and saw the paper and pen on the small table next to him. He sat cross-legged and picked up the brush and wrote a line on the paper: "Huang Ling!!! I want to kill you!!"

The word is the same as his current mood, the fortitude of the pen, with the cheetah-like anger.

After Huang Ling looked at it, she smiled and wrote on the paper: "Hey, you come, you can't stop."

Even provoked him, Mobson was furious.

His eyes did not hide his anger, and across the glass wall, his anger was sharp and staring at Huang Ling.

At the beginning, Huang Ling also looked at him.

But facing the opposite, she was guilty.

Why didn’t she know Mobson’s mood at this time?

Huang Ling also wrote: "Mu brother, it is good to know you in this life."

After reading Mobson, he wrote: "But since I met you, I am not good. You always take my words as a whisper. Also, you talk, I know the words of lips, the words written by the children who just learn to write in kindergarten. They are better than your words."

After seeing the back, Huang Ling felt a little embarrassed.

She looked down, looked at the words she wrote, and then looked at the words written by Mobson, oh... the difference between heaven and earth is worse than one day.