Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling smiled. "I plan to take this money to take my mom to travel and then donate a little to the orphanage."

Song Wuyou heard and listened to Huang Ling very much. Actually... this girl is kind.

Huang Ling snorted and looked at Song Wuxiu and said: "The book says that in this life, you can do more good things, and you can be with your loved ones in the future."

Song has no worries, his heart is slightly sinking.

She looked at Huang Ling deeply. "Huang Ling, you are still young, maybe there is a man who is more than Auntie, is on the way?"

"how……"

Maybe the two words have not been spoken yet, Huang Ling’s mobile phone will ring.

The pocket of the sick number is very large, and she has awkwardly pulled out the phone from her trouser pocket.

The caller number is Mobson.

Seeing the words "Mu Xiong", Huang Ling's eyes lit up and smiled and answered the phone.

"Hey, Mom."

"Listen to the sound, the mood seems to be good. I am going to enter your ward. You check if your sick suit has buckles, whether you wear pants, etc."

"What?" Huang Ling was shocked: "Are you in M ​​City?"

"Catch the plane overnight."

"where are you now?"

"I entered the hospital gate and soon got on the elevator."

"Oh, my God!" Huang Ling hangs up.

"What's wrong?" Song Wuxi sees Huang Ling react so intensely and asks with concern.

"The Mobson guy heard me in the hospital, and then came over from the L country. Now it is in my ward. I have to go back." After that, Huang Ling left the room of Song Worry in lightning.

Looking at the wind and the fire, Huang Ling, Song Wu worry slightly frown, thoughtful.

Mobson -

It seems to be quite good for Huang Ling.

......

Huang Ling returned to the ward, but she did not breathe. The door that she closed was knocked.

Huang Ling knows that it is Mobson. She gasps in a big mouth, then lies in bed, pretending to be weak and saying: "Come in..."

Mobson pushed the door in. He held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a fruit basket in his hand.

Huang Ling turned over and saw him, his eyes bright, "Mu brother..."

Then, open your arms and make a Mobson hug.

Mobson put the flower and fruit basket down, walked slowly, staring, staring at her swollen arm.

He should be on the plane after work, a military uniform, very handsome, tough.

"Swelling into this, is it still so high? Is it not sinking?" Mobosen yelled at Huang Ling.

"You are coming, I am excited." Huang Ling is really excited.

Mobson chair, sit down in front of the bed.

Looking at Huang Ling, seeing her good spirits, lightly opening her lips, "not as bad as I thought."

Huang Ling grinned, and she wanted to cry. "Sit up and hurt, I have to lie down."

"Let's lie down."

Huang Ling really lay down, and then made a squeaking voice, like the grievances of the kitten.

"It hurts?" Moboson asked.

"Ok."

"Call the doctor?"

"The doctor gave me a change of medicine, no need to call again."

"How can I not hurt?"

Huang Ling looked up and looked at Mobson faintly. "You blow for me, okay?"

"Good." Mobson leaned down and took Huang Ling's swollen arm.

Huang Ling looked at him and looked at him strangely.

She just deliberately teased him, did he really help her?

Mobson picked up her sleeves and put a plaster on her wound.

He bowed his head and blew gently against the place where the ointment was.

Huang Ling’s whole person was stunned, his eyes wide open, and he looked at him slyly.