Mobson called her "Ling", which made Huang Ling's heart stagnate and missed a shot.

Later, let Huang Ling's heartbeat disorder, if not the face is also wrapped in gauze, now we can see how red her face is.

Huang Ling thought of being in the pasture. He kissed her scene affectionately. His heart was warm, soft, and he was rushing, like a deer slamming.

She slammed Mobson: "It turns out that you are so flowing~ Hey!"

Mobson's evil lips: "You know now, it is already late."

"Mu brother, isn't the man who is a soldier look at the man on the surface, but his heart is very yellow?"

"Not a man who is a soldier, a man will be like this."

"No, some men, the heart is yellow and the surface is yellower."

"So a man is yellow, you don't want to be a soldier, be careful to be surrounded by men who are soldiers."

Huang Ling looked at Mobson with a smile in her eyes, and the voice became unscrupulous and soft. "Mu brother, it’s good to know you."

Let her truly understand what is a sense of security, what is happiness, what is being favored, what is a heart like a deer, what is a kiss...

Mobson licked his mouth and kissed her long eyelashes. The voice was mellow and low: "Our relationship is further, don't call me Mo, I think we are ****."

"Special alien talents ****, I call my man Mo brother, isn't it a normal name?"

"Your man?" Mobson looked up and held his head with his hand. He didn't know, he was lying, his charming smile, how enchanting: "When did the brother become your man?"

Huang Ling’s face was hot and shouted: “In any case... sooner or later, I just said it in advance.”

"Your man, I will be your man. It performs well and finally admits that I am your man." Mobson smiled.

"..." Speaking and talking, looking at her with this kind of eyes, Huang Ling is very shy.

"Since I am your man, call me later, change your mouth, huh?"

"Mobson?"

"I am very strong and punish you with action. You can't stand it." Mobson passed a dirty smile in his eyes.

"Possen?" It’s hard to hear.

"Three times a night, how?"

"Momo?"

"I have no problem five times a night."

"That's Momo." Huang Ling thought about it, but still felt that Momo was good. When he called Momo, his hands touched him. Well, this feeling should be good. Just think about it, Huang Ling I want to laugh.

"It’s hard to beat me seven times a night."

"Momo!" Huang Ling smiled with a sly smile: "That's seven times, hey, Momo, can't seven times, you are a little mouse."

"..." Mobson listened, raised his eyebrows, and he had the kind of feeling that he digted himself and jumped.

"Momo." Huang Ling clumsily clasped her hand and gently touched Mobson's chest. "Momo can only be called by me. It can only be done by me. Other women are not allowed to have it." Such benefits."

"Okay." Mobson hooked her lips, she liked her such overbearing possession of him, this feeling, very good.

Like the feeling of being valued, this woman regards him as a treasure.

"Don't touch it so much, I have a wound on my body, it hurts." Mobson looked at Huang Ling with a smile, and all eyes were love.

Huang Ling heard him say pain, violently retracted his hand, blinked and looked at him.

Mobson smiled, enchanting.