Shemu sneered and loosened Huang Ling.

His smile, cold and incomparable, is like a devil coming out of the night.

Seeing that Huang Ling was frightened, she thought: "Don't you want to be his tonight?"

No!

She won't let him succeed.

Let her regret more -

Huang Ling's whole figure is like a deflated ball, soft and ten, and the ten fingers tremble slightly.

After she did not pinch her chin, she turned and walked out of the restaurant.

Outside the restaurant, it should have been met with Fu Shu, who screamed at him coldly: "Look at the lady, can't let her go out and hook up other men!"

Huang Ling heard, shocked: Is she going to put her under house arrest?

She quickly took out her mobile phone and called Song Wuyou.

Just after reporting to Song Wu, she refused to divorce her, and Fu Shu came in.

His attitude toward Huang Ling was respectful, but if he said, Huang Ling wanted to fan him a slap in the face.

"Madam, please give me the phone, and I won't be carrying the young master outside."

Huang Ling is anxious and puts the phone away: "I didn't hook it up outside!"

It’s not him who is hooking up on the outside!

"The young master said, in order to prevent the lady from being deceived by the unscrupulous person, temporarily keep the lady's mobile phone. If the wife wants to contact friends, relatives, then ask me, call me in front of me. If the wife strongly resists, I must If you keep your mobile phone, then the husband has to interfere with the signal and WIFI in the government. At that time, not only the wife, but even anyone in the house can not use the phone and the network."

"I haven't hooked up outside, the mobile phone is for you to keep, how can I contact with no worries?" Huang Ling is crazy, and feels the end of her tragedy.

Mugu this bastard!

"Fr., the young master, I don't dare not listen, you don't bother me." Fu Shu said.

"Is it right if I want to call?" Huang Ling asked Fu Shu.

Fu Shu nodded: "The young master said so."

"Well, I am going to call Mrs. Gu now and ask about Xiaobao."

"Okay, madam, you can call."

Huang Ling called Song Worry.

"No worries, I am very unhappy." Huang Ling said angrily to Song Wu.

Song Wushou: "I know, I will talk to the pastor when I turn back."

Huang Ling: "It is useless to talk. He has to confiscate my mobile phone, or it will break the network and signal on the government."

Song Wuyou: "Will you be under house?"

Huang Ling: "Ghosts know, he also said that I want to wash my bed and wait for him tonight!"

Song Wushou: "..."

Huang Ling: "The animal husbandry has changed, and it has become the same thing as Cheng Wanduo!"

Song Wushou: "..."

Huang Ling: "The mobile phone has been confiscated. I can't contact you often."

Song Wuyou: "I know."

Huang Ling and Song Wuxi did not say much, hung up the phone, Huang Ling handed the phone to Fu Shu, warning him: "No one gives me the phone and information, you are not allowed to self-confess me, otherwise I curse you every day. The son died, and the grandson died!"

Huang Ling knew that Fu Shu’s son had added a baby son. When Fu Shu heard it, the twilight changed and he felt that Huang Ling’s curse was very vicious.

Huang Ling got up and walked out of the restaurant.

In the living room, there is no animal figure.

Huang Ling looked out, thinking, would you like to leave the pasture at this time, then flee to Mobosen, bring your mother, and never come back in this life?

"Madam, are you going out for a walk?" Fu Shu stood behind her and asked.

"Yes." Huang Ling strode out, and Fu Shu followed suit.