"Brenda, your home is very beautiful!" Huang Ling could not help but admire.

Brenda gave Huang Ling a cup of rose tea and smiled: "We just had a meal and drink tea."

“Thank you.” Huang Ling sat on an expensive leather sofa.

“Do you like this style of decoration?” Brenda sat down opposite Huang Ling.

Among them, a coffee table separated by a whole fine crystal, transparent, but very beautiful.

Brenda looked at Huang Ling's eyes full of likes and smiles.

Huang Ling looked up and looked around Brenda's house and smiled: "Like."

"The sofa you made is specially made from Germany, and it is comfortable to sit and lie down."

"Ordered? Isn't that expensive?" Huang Ling asked.

Brenda nodded: "Well, my son said, it is best to give his girlfriend."

Huang Ling smiled and said: "Your son should hurt you very much."

"That kid, with a girlfriend, I have to forget his mother."

Huang Ling smiled: "It looks like... many men are like this, but Brenda, you can rest assured that there is a deadline. When you first start to fall in love, you will definitely think of your girlfriend when you are married. It is not the same when you get married."

"Who knows, if he is not married, he will give his girlfriend a house." Brenda took a sip of tea gracefully.

Huang Ling smiled and asked: "This set will not be the new house your son prepared for his girlfriend?"

Brenda nodded: "Well, they are going to live here."

"You don't live here?"

Brenda grinned: "I don't know if my daughter likes me or not, I don't want to live with me. You know, many young girls now ask their husbands to move out and don't like to follow. Living in a family house. Huang Ling, if you are married, are you willing to live with your family?"

“Why not?” Huang Ling felt that the question was very funny.

When Brenda heard it, there was a surprise in the beautiful eyes: "Would you like to live with your family after marriage?"

Huang Ling nodded: "I am willing."

"Are you not afraid of quarreling with your family?"

"Not afraid."

Brenda: "Why?"

Huang Ling smiled: "I think I am stronger than my family. If I quarrel, I should win every time."

"Have you seen your future family?"

"I haven't seen it, but my boyfriend said that his mommy is a very gentle, beautiful, elegant, well-informed woman. I think I can't win me in quarreling."

When Brenda heard it, his heart was as sweet as eating honey. His son even praised himself in front of his daughter-in-law. It was too much to give her face.

"Not necessarily, some gentle women are very good-natured, and people don't have dirty words," Brenda said.

Huang Ling took a sip of tea: "I am not afraid of this. I believe my boyfriend will help me."

“Oh...?” Brenda was more interested: “Do you have a friend who is afraid?”

"No, he is a pet, he said that no one can bully me." Thinking of Mobson, Huang Ling's face involuntarily showed a hint of sweetness.

"Oh..." Brenda pretended to understand the nod, Mobson's kid, so loving?

She really wants to try, she bullies Huang Ling, he will react.

Huang Ling accidentally saw a trophy next to the TV.

She asked: "Brunda, is that trophy yours?"

Dancing in youth, or painting and calligraphy?

Brenda followed Huang Ling's gaze and looked at the trophy.

Smiled and said: "No, that is my son."