Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

"The doctor said that if you are dialysis, there are many patients who can live for more than 20 years." Huang Ling laughed.

"Isn't it still uncertain? Huang Ling, don't be discouraged, just doubt, not necessarily true." Song Wuxi snorted and said.

"It's true or false, it's really resigned." Huang Ling looked at Song Wushou: "Actually, if I really suffer from uremia, God will give me another 20 years, I feel enough."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mobson gloomy and gloomy face, looking at her coldly: "Twenty years, too short!"

How old is she?

"If you live happily, you will feel short in 20 years and you will not be happy. Twenty years is a kind of suffering." Huang Ling said.

Mobson looked at her hazy: "Follow me, you can only be happy! Lingdi, the result will be two hours later, I will not allow you to talk nonsense within two hours!"

"I don't have nonsense, I am mentally prepared." Huang Ling grinned: "If I say that I won't suffer, I will suffer the opposite. So I will be deeply hurt."

Mobson and Song Worry are silent.

Huang Ling looked at Mobson and asked faintly: "Mu brother, if you really get uremia, would you dislike me?"

"Yes!" Mobson calmed his face.

Huang Ling listened and made a crying expression. "If you are hurt, can you answer it?"

"will not!"

"I don't care, if you dislike it, don't give up, you have to give me a breakup fee. If you suffer from this disease, the cost of treatment is very high."

Mobson looked at her faintly: "We haven't talked about love together, why should you break up the fee?"

"You..." Huang Ling was so angry that she was so anxious that she was eager to see a hot, pulling the hands of Song Wushou, and was wronged. "No worries, you see, this black man!"

"Huang Ling, can't you hear that Mobson is nervous and you care about you."

"He is abandoning me, kissing me in the pasture, lying on a bed with me during the hospitalization, and now I said that I have never talked about love, a black man!"

"Hey--" Mobson snorted a few times.

"That is a manifestation of my brother's love for his younger brother. It is not a love." Song no doubt muttered.

"Well, even if you are standing on the side of Mobson, it really is a long time before the bed, no filial son, I hate you, hey!"

Mobson heard, gloomy sorrow, could not help but slow down.

If you are not worried that Huang Ling really suffers from uremia, if you hear this, Song Wuyou must laugh.

She looked helplessly at Huang Ling: "Your illness has not yet been determined. Where is the long time before the bed without a dutiful son? Also, Mo Bosen is mostly your boyfriend, not a dutiful son."

Huang Ling heard it, and it was awkward.

She glanced at Mobson, so you are a brother!

Mobson looked at her with a deep face, deep in the sea, tight lips, revealing his fears and tensions.

The atmosphere in the ward also reveals a damp airflow.

Mobson's gaze fell on Huang Ling's face for a moment.

Huang Ling was looked at by him and he was heartbroken.

She looked stunned and scared. If she really suffered from uremia, wouldn't she know her death?

Even with twenty years of life, she and Mo Xiong can only get along for twenty years.

For twenty years, they haven’t grown old yet –

Two hours of suffering, finally passed, Huang Ling's results came out!