She looked at him like a deep sea, and so sincerely, "Mu brother, you are always so good to me."

The expression on Mobson’s face was calm and looked at Huang Ling: “My mom said, my love is already flooding, not good to you, I will die.”

"Mu brother, have such a mother, is it very happy?"

"Well, quite happy." Mobson looked at her with a smile, the mellow voice of the incomparably soft, "have you, happier."

Huang Ling listened, and her heart moved. She opened her arms and said with a spoiled voice: "Mu brother, hug."

Mobson leaned forward and took her into her arms.

He stinked with the smell of medicinal smell on her body, patted her hand on her shoulder and patted her gently.

In Huang Hua, where Huang Ling couldn't see it, Yan Hua was gentle and deep like a sea. "Huang Ling, just abandoning you, is fake."

"I know." Huang Ling buried her face in his strong chest and listened to his strong and powerful heartbeat, feeling his fascinating breath.

"I was thinking, if you are really sick, we will get married soon."

"Ah?" Huang Ling is puzzled. Why do you want to get married immediately? If you don't get sick, can't you get married right away?

"This disease, in the early days, can be controlled, dialysis can live for a long time. If the condition is good, you can live your life, let you get pregnant, and let the person who let the disease continue life and reduce the possibility of deterioration."

"Ah? Is there such a saying?"

"It is not a statement, it is an approach."

"What do you mean, that day after marriage?"

"Yeah." Mobson slammed his lips evilly.

"Hey, Mo brother looked at a serious, righteous gentleman, did not expect the whole heart to be yellow."

"Seriously, I am telling the truth." Mobson slammed her chin with her chin.

"Mu brother..." Huang Ling snorted, this is his tone, with unlimited dependence.

"Well?" The man responded to her with a nasal sound, low and gentle, and heard the slightest movement in the heart, like a little deer slammed.

"I think, it is exactly the opposite of yours." Huang Ling said with a grin.

Mobson listened and raised his eyebrows, "Leave me?"

"Well. I don't want to tell you a couple, I don't want to be a brother with you, I want to be a stranger with you."

"..." This made Mobson feel very uncomfortable. What is this gimmick?

"If you really get uremia... you can get a healthy, beautiful, good family and can give you a lot of children."

"..." This is what Mobson doesn't like at all.

It sounds like it is for him, but it is very selfish.

"Ling Di, no matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to have such an idea. Do strangers, let me go to other women, so don't tell me."

Huang Ling looked up and looked at him with horror.

He whispered, and looked at her eyes, Shen Sheng said: "If I am sick, you are not allowed to leave me, you want to leave me, just wait for the day of my death."

Huang Ling listened and saw a red: "Mu brother..."

If he is ill, how can she be willing to leave him?

She is so distressed that he is too late.

"Remember my words?" Mobson said.

During the conversation, his warm breath was sprayed on Huang Ling’s face.

Huang Ling nodded: "Remember."

She suddenly reversed her hand and hooked his neck and lifted it up.