Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Huang Ling’s tone is faint. “I don’t remember.”

Mobson took the wine and took a sip, then looked around Huang Ling with interest: "Your memory is really bad."

Huang Ling is not interested in any man, returning to the chair and preparing to continue to brush the phone.

"Just give me a dozen, no, come two dozens." Mo Poson looked at Huang Ling with a smile.

Although his lips are raised, his good-looking eyes are full of irritability.

Huang Ling looked up and looked at him. "What are two dozens?"

Mobson raised the cup in his hand, "Brandy."

"24 bottles?" Huang Ling frowned: "You drink so much, not afraid of drunkenness?"

"Before I drunk, I will pay for the money."

Huang Ling got up and brought two dozens of brandy to Mobson.

After the wine was finished, Mobson looked at Huang Ling and asked, "Can you drink alcohol at work?"

"What a joke, the boss will give you a free drink?" Huang Ling laughed.

"When are you off work?"

"What? Want to ask me to drink, then pour me, strengthen me?"

"I am a soldier, I will not do this kind of mean things." Mobson was said to be somewhat unhappy.

"The military also has bad." Huang Ling did not agree.

"What relationship do you have with Gu Yu?" Mobson now remembers that she saw Song Wushou crying with pears and rain.

Huang Ling’s eyes swept through a sigh of relief. What is her relationship with Gu Yu?

It used to be a husband and wife relationship, it doesn't matter now!

She looked at Mobson faintly: "I don't care about him, I have a relationship with his wife!"

Mobson asked Huang Ling when he poured his glass of water into his glass and asked, "What is the relationship?"

"Sister relationship! I said that you are interested in this person, I asked you so many questions." Huang Ling is very disgusted with men's conversation.

"Help me calculate three dozens of alcohol." Say, Morrison will smash the wallet.

"You only have two dozens."

"Don't drink another dozen."

"Drink so much?"

Huang Ling came up and looked at Mobson across the bar. "Is it lost?"

Mobson grinned and looked at Huang Ling silently for a few seconds before he smiled. "It’s not good to talk about not falling out of love."

When Huang Ling heard it, she immediately understood that "it is not a love affair. It should be that the confession is rejected. This is more painful than losing love."

Mobson smiled: "Have you tried?"

Huang Ling hooked her lips and smiled a little. "Why should I tell you? Who are you?"

"If you don't mind, you can be my friend."

"I don't want a friend of the opposite sex."

"You are sexist."

"Yeah, I discriminate against you."

"You are a dead girl, collecting money." Mobson pulled out a stack of cash, "snap" and placed it on the table.

"So much?" Huang Ling looked at the stack of money. "Three dozens don't need that much money."

"The rest, give you a tip."

Huang Ling took the money and looked at Mobson and smiled. "You are quite generous. Saying, you are so tall and handsome, shot and generous, which woman has eyes and no beads, refuses you?"

"You are right, she is a woman with no eyes!" In the chat room, Mobson had already drank three bottles of wine.

Huang Ling saw that he was so drunk, and kindly reminded: "Slow down the speed to drink, the wine should not be drunk, easy to get drunk, it will be very painful."

Mobson opened the glass and put his hands on the stage. He laughed twice and looked at Huang Ling. "The dead woman actually likes a man with a husband, and the man does not disdain her."