Seeing her face blushing and looking shy, Mobson knew what she was thinking.
The mood that was just irritated was suddenly better.
He bowed his head and put his face close to Huang Ling's eyes. He snorted and whispered, "I don't know what it is, can you give me a hint? Um?"
The man’s deep light and a touch of play, Huang Ling’s face, she quickly bowed: “I don’t know!”
"I don't know?" Mobson pinched her chin, lifted her face and smacked her lips: "You said you can't do that with me, what kind of thing?"
Huang Ling’s eyes are dodging, and she dare not look at his eyes like a whirlpool that can **** her in.
"I don't know!" She bit her teeth. "I was talking nonsense."
"Don't you want to go to bed with me?"
"Mobson, can you hate it any more?" Huang Ling was anxious to be lame.
He clearly guessed what she thought in her heart, why should she play with her like this?
Does he think it is so fun? Oh, she doesn't feel fun at all!
"Can." Mobson touched her face and smiled: "You will love my hate in the future. Go, go home with me."
“What are you going to do at your home?” Huang Ling asked.
"You will know when you go."
"Mobson, are you telling me that you and Aina are innocent because I am pregnant?"
When Mobson heard it, he stopped again.
This time, he did not return to see Huang Ling, nor did he respond to Huang Ling’s words.
His brown squat squats, passing a touch of sorrow and deepness.
His back is unusually straight and stiff.
Thin lips, close to a line. The muscles on my face are also tight.
Huang Ling saw him stop again, looked up and looked at him.
This time, her heart is "squeaky", he seems very angry...
He is so terrible, terrible to heartache.
Huang Ling snorted, and she regretted saying the words just after.
Mobson suddenly turned his head and looked a little stunned. "You still don't believe me!"
Mobson didn't know how much she would believe in a conversation with Aina.
He wants to give up some
He let go of her hand and walked alone toward his building.
Huang Ling was awkward and looked at his back. Suddenly, his back was a little lonely.
Huang Ling’s heart sank and quickly caught up.
Into the elevator, they are silent.
The elevator stopped at the Morason floor and Mobson strode towards his house.
Huang Ling wants to trotting to catch up with him.
At the home of Mobson, the door was hidden, and after Mobson entered, the door was closed.
"Mo..." Huang Ling ate a closed door.
She raised her hand and wanted to shoot the door, but after thinking about it, she still didn't shoot. If Mobson wants her to go in, she won't close the door.
She knew that she should not say that the words just made him angry.
She called and wanted to apologize to him.
Mobson returned home, his home, Aina, Los Olds, and Brenda.
Seeing him, Aina and Los the old man looked at each other and their expressions were a bit strange.
Mobson glanced at them coldly, and the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and saw Huang Ling. He directly answered the call, but he did not talk to her.
Instead, take the phone in his hand and look at the old man in Los Angeles coldly: "Why do you do this? Grandpa, are you still a child?"
Outside Huang Ling sees the phone being connected, she immediately said: "Mobson, sorry, I..."
But when she heard that Mobson spoke, she held it, put her phone in her ear, and listened in confusion.