Chapter 1265： Misunderstanding

She suddenly rushed forward and was afraid of running slow. He opened the door and went in.

"Mobson!" rushed behind the man, Huang Ling no longer cares about anything, from behind, holding each other tightly!

When she rushed over, Mobson found her, he just didn't look back at her.

Holding him from behind is also what he expected.

But when she was hugged by him, his heart could not be controlled, and suddenly he jumped up.

He can clearly feel the softness she put on his back, which makes people unable to refuse.

"Mobson, I am sorry, sorry, sorry...!!" Huang Ling clasped her arms around his chest and kept saying "I'm sorry."

Mobson stood there straight, hugged with her, and touched and grabbed her hands on her chest, and kept saying "I'm sorry."

He was complacent because he knew that she was not angry, she didn’t break up, and she didn’t say she was going to kill her.

But his expression is still cool, hey, this little woman is misunderstanding him from beginning to end.

Now that I know that it is a misunderstanding, I want him to forgive her, not angry? difficult!

"I am not good, I am not confident enough, I am not trusting you enough to make you so painful. Mobson, I am sorry..."

Huang Ling kept using her face to grind Mobson's back. Only in this way, her heart was better.

She said a lot, until she calmed down, she discovered that Mobson had ignored her.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up, cautiously: "Momo?"

"Is it enough?" Mobson responded coldly to her.

Huang Ling’s first reaction was: Momo was angry. Trolly.

"Not enough." Huang Ling spoiled, tightening his waist: "I have never been enough! I will never hold enough!"

"Let's relax." She hugged him like this. The softness of the Hungarian front was honed on his back, like a hook that led him to make him uncomfortable.

She is pregnant now, he wants to suppress the fire, but also try not to ignite the flame.

"Not loose!" This familiar taste, now smelling, let Huang Ling heart, immersed, and practical.

Mobson took a sigh of relief, holding her wrist in the big palm and pulling her arms away easily.

"Mo..." Huang Ling stood there, watching a Mobson on the big step house.

Mobson stepped the house, but did not close the door, Huang Ling smashed, quickly returned to God, followed in, and then gently closed the door.

Mobson went straight to the balcony and pulled out a cigar.

Huang Ling came over and stood beside him, looking up and looking at him.

He spit out the white mist, the smog, and bathed his face deeper and handsome.

The scorpion under the smoke, Ling Rui, deep, unfathomable.

Plus it is the night, surrounded by the light, his face is a kind of peerless style.

"Momo??" Huang Ling gently licked his sleeves, raised his face, like a little girl who made a mistake and was angry and cheeky to please each other, eyes groaned, "Are you very **** off?"

Mobson took another cigarette, coveted, and looked at Huang Ling coolly.

Just want to spit out the smoke, only to think of Huang Ling is a pregnant woman, pregnant women can not smoke second-hand smoke.

He turned and strode into the living room.

Huang Ling looked at him, feeling a little lost and heavy. He didn't seem to care about her... but he kissed her tonight!

Mobson entered the bathroom and spit out the smoke in his mouth. He also wiped out the smoke, and took a sip of water to sip it out.

Huang Ling has returned from the balcony and stood in the living room.

"The next time I smoke, you can remind me." Mobson looked at her faintly.