Chapter 1208： I have something to say to you.

"Peng Sen's grandfather fell to his feet, and the old man was very troubled. Once he broke his bones, he was very troublesome. Aina returned to France to visit the father in the past few days."

"Your son also went to France?" Huang Ling smiled.

"Yes." Mo Jingkai nodded and took a deep look at Huang Ling.

Huang Ling listened, heart, and awkwardly hurt.

Yesterday morning, he sent a WeChat to her, saying that he was in the army. Today his father said that he went to France.

Aina is also in France, he is also in France -

It stands to reason that he went to France to see his grandfather, without lying to her, saying that he is in the army.

She is not a shrew, she is not allowed to go to France to see the broken grandfather...

Huang Ling’s heart is very painful. Mobson, you are still not able to resist the temptation of Aina. It’s not that Aina’s strong and full body is with her.

Thinking of his roughness in the bed, his hands touched her body like a clutch, and after entering her body, like a hungry beast, she plundered her uncontrollably, and said that people were blushing...

Huang Ling’s heart is like a knife, and Wan Jian wears his heart.

He is with Aina, and with his thin hands, he will touch the body of Aina like his own body.

Aina's body is so strong that under his beast, he will be very charming, and he will not be able to make him more satisfied.

Thinking of this, Huang Ling had a hint of hatred against Mobson.

He hates that he is riding on Aina's body and looking for my satisfaction.

She lowered her head and used a long eyelash to cover a hate in her eyes.

Her mind is a bit confusing.

She doesn't want to think about anything now, and she doesn't even want to guess what Mo Jingka is looking for.

If she wants to tell her, Mobson and Aina, she doesn't want to listen at all.

Mo Jingkai sat straight on the sofa and looked at Huang Ling.

To be precise, I am looking at Huang Ling.

Today's Huang Ling is different from what he saw for the first time.

He felt a sad feeling from her.

"You have quarreled with Posson?" Mo Jingkai asked faintly.

The tone is faint, and Huang Ling can't hear any emotions and emotions.

I don't know if it is hi or anger.

Huang Ling thought, it should be hi, he did not really want her to leave his son?

Huang Ling shook her head and didn't want to see Mo Jingkai, so she did not look up and said indifferently: "No, we have no quarrel."

He betrayed her, quarreling with him and nothing to make up, the result is still the same, Aina lying under him.

"Can you cook?"

Huang Ling looked up, looked up and looked at Mo Jingkai strangely.

How did the wind suddenly change?

Mo Jingkai’s command from an elder: "I haven’t eaten dinner yet, cook for me!"

"I won't cook," Huang Ling said.

"No?" Mo Jingkai frowned, apparently very disgusting.

"Yes, I didn't cook much when I was young."

"In the future, when you get married, you have to wait for your husband. At least do a few hand-made dishes."

"Women are married and hope to find a place to rely on. There is a man who is relying on the mountain. If you are married to serve your husband like you, sorry, I would rather not get married." Huang Ling looked indifferent, without the arrogance before. There is only one kind of alienation and indifference.

Mo Jingkai raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at her. She must have quarreled with Mobson.

"I have something to say to you, you go to cook the noodles for me. After eating, I will tell you," Mo Jingkai said.