Mobson smiled low and looked at Huang Ling with a pet. "I know she didn't have a facelift, a fool."

Huang Ling grinned, people really have no facelift, but they have to be attacked by netizens.

Mobson looked at Huang Ling meaningfully: "I don't mean that you are face-lifting, Lingdi, how do you feel nervous than Song Wushou? It seems that others are talking about Lingdi's plastic surgery."

"Original..." Huang Ling almost said to be 'I was talking about my facelifting'. Fortunately, her mind turned a corner in time and changed her mouth: "I am a good sister and worry-free, they say worry-free facelift, of course I Not satisfied."

Mobson smiled and gently fed Huang Ling with porridge, handsome and handsome face, smiling casually.

He glanced at Huang Ling's eyes and said warmly: "I think that the photos before Song Wushou, the kind of eyes, the same as your current eyes."

"Seeing me?" Huang Lingwei.

Mobson nodded: "It’s like a glimpse of similarity. Especially staring at a place to look at, let me doubt that once Song Worry is now you."

After that, Mobson's tiny jaws, **** lips slightly raised, looked at Huang Ling with a smile.

I don't know why, Huang Ling touched his sight, like a little girl who had made a bad thing, busy bowing her head and didn't dare to go to see Mobson.

She frowned slightly, really like it?

Although Mobson smiled from time to time, sometimes he smiled low and his face was careless.

In fact, he looked at Huang Ling’s expression and was very focused. He never missed any of Huang Ling’s expressions and eyes.

She panicked and bowed her head, and she looked at her.

When talking about the troubles of Song before, she did not naturally have a slightly nervous look, and she had just had a dialogue with Song Worry, and had to associate Morrison with some things.

Mobson knew that she had something to marry her. He looked at her and took a spoonful of porridge to her mouth. "Lingdi, eat porridge."

Huang Ling just lifted her chin slightly, opened her mouth, ate this porridge, eyes, but hanging, long eyelashes, covering her true eyes.

What Mobson saw was just her eyelashes, the eyelashes that looked good, the flashing, like an ink fan.

Mobson really wants to bow and kiss her two ink fans that make him very fascinated.

"Not much, just finished eating." Mobson is like a little girl, the tone is very gentle.

Huang Ling slowly looked up, looked at Mobson faintly, and opened her mouth to eat the porridge.

"Mo brother..."

"Well?" Mobson's face was glamorously smiling, looking at her eyes, and very tender.

This kind of tenderness, like a sugar, makes people feel sweet.

Huang Ling looked at his so tender eyes. For a time, if he wanted to say something, he didn't know how to speak.

Her eyes glimpsed, and she suddenly smiled brightly, her eyes flashing at Moboson’s face: "Mu brother, you are so handsome!"

Mobson proudly raised his lips: "I know that I am handsome now?"

Huang Ling shook her head: "No, no! I have always known you handsome, but today, you are more handsome."

Mobson’s tail is going to be tilted up: “I’m looking and looking, the more I look, the more I am, the more I am dead.”

Huang Ling agreed to nod. "Yes, that's right, you are good-looking."

Said, Huang Ling grinned and giggled.

Mobson looked at her bright smile. When she laughed, the scar on her face twisted with the muscles, and some... affected the appearance.