Chapter 1199 It’s the Blessing We Cultivated in Our Previous Lives, You Have to Bless Us

Maupassant smiled: "You said you investigated Huang Ling, but did you investigate her relationship with the president's wife? Do you know how deep their friendship is?"

Mo Jingkai was stunned: "You mean, that woman Huang Ling and the president's wife are sisters?"

"Daddy, can you get rid of 'that woman'? Huang Ling is not as bad as you think. If you think of Huang Ling as bad, you think of me as bad. Then treat yourself as useless and give birth to a worthless son. alright."

"You brat!" When Mo Jingkai heard this, Maupassant was almost furious.

He actually turned around and said he was useless?

If he doesn't think highly of Huang Ling, it means he is useless. If he thinks highly of Huang Ling, it means Maupassant has good vision?

"She is very different from Song Wuyou. Their temperaments are completely different!" Mo Yinkai didn't believe that Huang Ling and Song Wuyou were sisters.

Maupassant said calmly: "Everyone's temperament is different, and their personality is also different. Daddy, don't find fault with yourself, it will make you look brainless."

"You stinky boy!" Mo Jingkai was angry again. He stared at Maupassant sharply. This stinky boy was getting more and more arrogant. He dared to say that he was useless again and again?

He is the top leader of the military government!

"Has anyone ever told you that I love you so much-"

Maupassant's phone rang. It was Huang Ling.

His and her ringtones are the same.

However, his ringtone was sung by a man, while her ringtone was sung by a woman.

Maupassant answered, on speakerphone, deliberately letting Mo Jingkai and Aina hear: "Momo, I'm here, are you on the first floor or the second floor? I can't find you in the lobby on the first floor."

Maupassant lowered his head, his eyes gentle: "In private room No. 1 on the third floor."

Huang Ling: "Grandma, you ran to the third floor even though you knew my legs were sore. Why didn't you run to the fifth floor?" The fifth floor is the top floor.

Maupassant smiled lowly: "Do you want me to go down and carry you up?"

Huang Ling: "No, I'll go up by myself."

The building has only five floors and no elevator.

Momo?

Mo Jingkai and Aina's eyes twitched after hearing Huang Ling's name for Maupassant.

"How can you be called Momo by a woman?" Mo Jingkai looked at Maupassant displeased.

"It's my exclusive name for her. Others can't call me that, including you and Mommy."

"Posen, you dote on Huang Ling very much." Aina, who had been unable to get a word in, did not miss this opportunity.

Maupassant glanced at Aina lightly, "I love her, of course I must pamper her."

"What will it take for you to break up with Huang Ling?" Mo Jingkai looked at Maupassant sharply.

"Daddy, unless we don't love each other, I will not break up with her. I am serious about her. The moment I confessed to her, I never thought that we would be separated one day. I thought We will be with her forever and grow old together. So, you’d better not say anything about breaking us up. Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘I would rather tear down ten temples than a single marriage’? What can Huang Ling and I do in this life? Being together is a blessing we have cultivated in our previous lives, you must bless us."

The door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and Huang Ling walked in quickly, regardless of whether Mo Jingkai and Aina were here, she came over and hugged Maupassant, and said movedly: "Momo, it's great to have you in this life. Don’t worry, no one can break us up! I will never let you down in this life!”

Maupassant laughed and patted her shoulder: "I will live up to you, that's what I told you."