Chapter 1071 Give You Many Children

She looked at him with eyes as deep as the sea and so sincere, "Brother Mo, you are always so kind to me."

The expression on Maupassant's face was very calm, and he looked at Huang Ling calmly: "My mommy said that my love has overflowed. If I don't treat you well, I will suffocate to death."

"Brother Mo, are you very lucky to have such a mother?"

"Well, quite happy." Maupassant looked at her with a slight smile, his mellow voice extremely soft and affectionate, "With you, I am even happier."

When Huang Ling heard this, her heart moved. She opened her arms and said coquettishly, "Brother Mo, I want a hug."

Maupassant leaned forward and took her into his arms.

He smelled the medicinal smell on her body, put his hand on her shoulder, and patted her gently.

In Huang Ling's invisible eyes, her eyes were gentle and as deep as the sea, "Huang Ling, what I said about disdain for you just now is all lies."

"I know." Huang Ling buried her face into his strong chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling his intoxicating breath.

"I'm thinking, if you really get sick, we'll get married right away."

"Ah?" Huang Ling wondered, why did she need to be sick to get married immediately? If you don't get sick, can't you get married right away?

"This disease can be controlled if it is early stage, and one can live a long time with dialysis. If the disease is cured, you can live a normal life and get pregnant. Pregnancy allows people with this disease to extend their lives and reduce the possibility of deterioration."

"Huh? Is there such a thing?"

"It's not a statement, it's a practice."

"You mean, you'll do that every day after you get married?"

"Yeah." Maupassant curled his lips evilly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, brother Mo looks serious and a gentleman, but he didn't expect his whole heart to turn yellow."

"Seriously, I'm telling the truth." Maupassant gently hit the top of her head with his chin.

"Brother Mo..." Huang Ling pouted, his tone filled with infinite dependence.

"Huh?" The man responded to her with a nasal voice, low and gentle, which made people's hearts move slightly, like a deer bumping lightly.

"What I think is completely opposite to what you think." Huang Ling curled her lips and said.

When Maupassant heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Leave me?"

"Yeah. I don't want to call you a couple, and I don't want to be a brother with you. I want to be a stranger with you."

"..." These words made Maupassant feel very uncomfortable. What was this girl thinking about?

"If you really suffer from uremia... you should choose a healthy, beautiful, well-off family, who can give you many children."

"..." Maupassant didn't like hearing this at all.

It sounds like it's for his own good, but it's actually very selfish.

"Brother Ling, no matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to have such thoughts again. If you are a stranger and ask me to marry another woman, don't tell me."

Huang Ling raised her head and looked at him in shock.

He lowered his eyes, met her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If I were to be ill, you would not be allowed to leave me. If you want to leave me, just wait until the day I die."

When Huang Ling heard this, her eyes turned red: "Brother Mo..."

If he was sick, how could she be willing to leave him?

She felt sorry for him before it was too late.

"Do you remember what I said?" Maupassant said.

As he spoke, his warm breath sprayed on Huang Ling's upturned face.

Huang Ling nodded: "Remember."

She suddenly reached back and hooked his neck, lifting her body up.