Chapter 880： One day I am gone, will you cry?

"I don't want to see you again in this life." Huang Ling said.

"Besides these, is there a trace of pain because of losing my mother?"

"..." Huang Ling listened, did not know how to answer.

"If... one day I am in danger, I will cry for the country, will you cry?" Moboson's dawn became very deep.

Will it cry so much like seeing Song Worry being isolated?

“Hey!” Huang Ling said urgently: “You will not be in danger!”

Mobson looked directly at her: "Tell me, one day I am gone, will you cry?"

Huang Ling’s eyes were hot. “When you cry, you will cry so badly.”

Huang Ling suddenly slammed into the arms of Mobson, and choked and said: "So, you don't have to be dangerous, I will be very upset."

Mobson's back was stiff, and as she threw himself into his arms, it seemed as if something had slammed into his heart and let his heart squint.

He coveted and looked at her.

At the end of the shovel, a touch of complexity.

The slightly raised arm, some of them stiffly squatted there, for a long time, did not go to marry her.

"Mu brother, promise me, don't let yourself be in danger, except for worry-free, you are my best friend. Without you, my heart is like being cut in half, without a complete heart, how can I live happily?" Huang Ling muttered.

"I am the same." Mobson was deep and deep. "If Mrs. Gu is defeated by ‘Tianlei’ and she leaves with her, I will be sad.”

When Huang Ling heard it, her eyes groaned, and inside, she passed a strange surprise.

"Yeah, this younger brother, after the last head of the video with you, was very angry and furious, we guessed that he was in love. If you leave him, he will be mad." Mobson’s men suddenly turned back. Mobson has a knife.

Mobson suddenly shot a sharp gaze and stared at his hand: "Get off the car!"

The hand trembled: "Follow! The head!" Then quickly pushed the door open and escaped.

Huang Ling came out of his arms, and Mobson stiffened his hand there, suddenly holding it down, and Huang Ling fell in his arms again.

Huang Ling frowned, hey, "When did you video with me, how furious? How can I not remember to tell you too much, make you angry?"

"..." Mobson was close to the thin lips, his face, passing a slap.

Huang Ling suddenly realized: "It won't be that I told you that Li Xinxin is irrational. You are embarrassed to get angry in front of me. After looking back, I will find my own man to get angry?"

Huang Ling looked up and looked at Mobson in surprise: "Mu brother, do you really like Li Xinxin?"

Mobson passed a glimpse of the light and glanced at Huang Ling: "Can't you?!"

"Well, who can't say it." Huang Ling snorted, his nose was all his breath, with a strong hormone.

Huang Ling, my mother, when did they hold each other?

She looked up and looked at Mobson in amazement. "Mu brother, you hold me like this, is that alright?"

"It’s your own sentiment to me." Mobson said coolly.

"..."

"How can't you still get up? Want a red apricot out of the wall?"

"You are just out of the wall." Huang Ling quickly came out of the arms of Mobson.

Mobson looked at her and licked her lips. "Cry for so long, tired?"

"Not tired." Thinking of Song Wushou, Huang Ling's expression, has become sad.

"Not hungry?"

Huang Ling looked awkward: "No appetite."