"Sleep, you have an old boss, go to work and sleep, no problem." Song Worry looked at the design in his hand and said.

Listening to the sound of flipping the paper, Huang Ling squinted. "No worries, so uncomfortable, I want to vomit."

Song Wuzhe looked up and looked at her with delight: "Isn't it pregnant?"

"Huaiwei, who is pregnant?"

Song Wuxiu can not help but: "Whoever is pregnant, you don't know yourself? It seems that you seem to be chaotic."

"If people come in chaos, I won't mess around. I haven't broken the first time. How can I be pregnant?" Huang Ling couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Obviously very sleepy, but can not sleep, my brain is awkward.

Song Wuxi smiled and said: "You and your brother, it is time to open up, together with vegetarian food every day, this is not good. In the words of aunt, nutrition can not keep up."

Huang Ling couldn't turn her eyes and spit it out: "You are now the same as the scorpion. The color is the same, and the thought is exactly the same. He must have eaten his saliva and eat more."

"I am telling the truth. I have been pregnant for a long time. You haven't broken the beginning yet, are you so embarrassed?"

"My brother is busy, he said, apply to your husband for K, if he comes to K, we can be together."

Song has no worries and smiles: "At that time, you have to hurry up and do it every day. You said, if you have a son, give me a small treasure as a husband. You haven’t broken the beginning yet. Do you want Xiaobao to marry? A small five-year-old husband?"

Huang Ling moved her head: "Is it a bad idea to marry a little five-year-old husband? If there is a man who is younger than me, I am not afraid to marry."

"Okay is good, I am afraid that your young master does not like his girlfriend who is older than him."

"An, my first child is a daughter, Xiaobao has to wait for more than two years to appear."

"No more, I will take him off for Xiaobao."

"Vool..." Huang Ling looked up. The whole person didn't have the spirit. Because the chest was stuffy, he made a spit. "I hate the old man, oh... it hurts me to die in the afternoon."

"You have to eat so much, he didn't ask you to eat."

"It took me 30,000 yuan to eat, I don't eat a few more, I can't hold my money."

"Isn't Mo Brother sent you 50,000?

"Now is not a question of money. It is how unlucky I am. I have encountered such an old man. My grandmother is still my grandfather. If it is my grandfather, I will smash him. I will swear at him." Huang Ling is uncomfortable to speak. It’s not big or small.

Song Wuxi smiled in disapproval. "If you are a grandfather, how can you hang you, you can't resist."

"Not necessarily, it depends on how he usually treats me."

"Is it all pitted, but also look at the usual performance?" Song looked up and looked at Huang Ling with interest: "What is the performance of your old man today?"

Huang Ling listened, and he said, "No worries, I want to make friends with you!"

"It’s okay, you don’t care."

"I don't tell you, I go climbing stairs, exercise, digestion and digestion."

"It should have been like this long ago."

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Back to the community, Huang Ling parked the car, took the bag, and went to the building where she lived in a listless manner.

"Huang Ling!"

A pleasant voice is calling her.

Huang Ling looked up and let it go.

Brenda?

When you meet an acquaintance, Huang Ling, who has no spirit, has to mention the spirit.