Huang Ling took a breath and said, "I will try."

Song Wuyou did not say anything, she held Xiaobao and sat down next to the fabric sofa.

Xiao Bao's black eyes, watery, sparklingly look at Huang Ling, like that, Meng got water, very cute.

Huang Ling is familiar with the phone number of Mobson and then presses the dial button.

“Hello! The number you dialed is not in the service area.” A mechanical and sweet voice came.

Not in the service area, so to say, Mobson is not in the L country, he is fighting in the B country?

Huang Ling put a good mobile phone, and said with some disappointment to Song Wuyou: "Morposon finally followed Li Zhongjin's intention and attacked B. I don't know if I decided to stay with Li Xinxin."

Song has no worries, a slight frown, "What is the solution?"

Huang Ling sat down and didn't know why. She was a little sad when she thought that Mobosen would be with Li Xinxin.

like……

Li Xinxin grabbed her favorite and most beautiful dress, and this time the skirt Li Xinxin grabbed the past will only spoil.

She looked at Song Wushou and said: "Mo Bosen told me that Li Zhongjin wants to open fire on country B. He disagreed. Li Zhongjin did not dare to make trouble with him, so let his daughter Li Xinxin use the beauty ~ color to convince He. As long as he leads the army, Li Xinxin will be engaged to him, even marry and become his woman."

Song Wuyou sees Huang Ling’s lost expression in his eyes. “So, don’t you want Mobosen to be with Li Xinxin?”

Huang Ling raised her eyebrows: "No worries, do you think Li Xinxin matches with Mobson? I am not talking about family and background. I am talking about character and character. Li Xinxin is too cloudy and not worthy of being as good as Mobson. Man."

Song Wuyou looked at Huang Ling and did not miss any of Huang Ling’s expressions. “If Li Xinxin changed for Mobson?”

Huang Ling smiled bitterly: "Is it going?"

Song Wushou: "There is no absolute thing in everything. Besides, it is not necessarily the condition that Mobson attacked the B country?"

"..."

"Huang Ling, if Mobosen is married to Li Xinxin, what would you do?"

Huang Ling glanced, her eyes were dodging, and her heart whispered: "Of course I wish him well."

“Really? Not sad?”

Huang Ling’s expression was even more unnatural. She did not dare to look at her and Xiaobao, and she had to look around.

"Jokes, I regard him as my brother, my brother-in-law, of course, I want to bless, how can I be sad?"

The mouth is saying this, but why is there a sorrow in the heart?

Song Wuxi sees through and wears, her kind reminder: "If you are not happy with the pastoral, and the pastoral has no feelings for you, you are away from pursuing your own happiness."

In the past six months, Song Wuyou and Huang Ling have stayed together for a long time, and she often said Mobson's affairs in front of her.

I don't know if it is a bystander. She found that Huang Ling prefers Mobson, mentions Mobson, her eyes are shining, and she is fascinated.

As for the pastoral... she rarely mentioned it, even if it was mentioned, the expression was very light.

Song Wu worry that the man Huang Ling likes is Mobson.

And Mobson is also very good, he is very concerned about Huang Ling.

Huang Ling snorted and muttered: "I don't know where my happiness is."

His eyes were fixed, Huang Ling looked at Xiaobao, and Xiaobao giggle when she touched her gaze.

Huang Ling’s heavy heart suddenly turned away, soft, and she smiled: “My happiness is Xiaobao.”