Chapter 1208 I Have Something to Say to You

"Poisen's grandpa fell on his foot. As we get older, once we break a bone, it will be very troublesome. Aina has gone back to France to visit the old man in the past few days."

"Your son also went to France, right?" Huang Ling smiled softly.

"Yes." Mo Jingkai nodded and took a deep look at Huang Ling.

When Huang Ling heard this, her heart ached violently.

Yesterday morning he sent her a WeChat message saying that he was in the army, and today his father said that he went to France.

Aina is also in France, and he is also in France——

It stands to reason that when he goes to France to visit his grandfather, he doesn't have to lie to her and say that he is in the army.

She's not a shrew, so she won't let him go to France to see his grandfather who broke his foot...

Huang Ling's heart is very heavy. Maupassant, in the end you still can't resist Aina's temptation. You can't resist Aina's strong and plump body. Being with her...

Thinking of his roughness on the bed, his hands touching her body like devil's palms, and after entering her body, he was like a hungry beast, plundering her out of control, and saying words that made people blush and heartbeat...

Huang Ling felt like her heart was cut by a knife and pierced by thousands of arrows.

Together with Aina, he will also touch Aina's body with his calloused hands just like touching his own body, right?

Aina's body is so strong, and she will be very charming under such a beast as him, calling him to the point of losing his soul, making him even more satisfied.

Thinking of this, Huang Ling actually felt a trace of hatred towards Maupassant.

He hates that he is riding on Aina's body to feed and hope for my satisfaction.

She lowered her head and covered the trace of hatred in her eyes with her long eyelashes.

Her mind was a little confused.

She didn't want to think about anything now, let alone guess what Mo Jingkai wanted to do with her.

If he wanted to tell her about Maupassant and Aina, she didn't want to hear it at all.

Mo Jingkai sat upright on the sofa and looked at Huang Ling.

To be precise, he was looking at Huang Ling.

Huang Ling today was different from the first time he saw her.

He felt a sense of sadness from her body.

"Did you quarrel with Posen?" Mo Jingkai asked calmly.

His tone was so calm that Huang Ling couldn't hear any of his feelings or emotions.

I don't know if I am happy or angry.

Huang Ling thought to herself, it must be Xi, didn't he really want her to leave his son?

Huang Ling shook her head, not wanting to look at Mo Jingkai, so she didn't raise her head and said calmly: "No, we didn't quarrel."

He had betrayed her, and there was no point in arguing with him, but the result was still the same, Aina was lying under him.

"Can you cook?"

Huang Ling was stunned, raised her head, and looked at Mo Jingkai in surprise.

Why did the tone of conversation suddenly change?

Mo Jingkai acted like an elder and said: "I haven't had dinner yet, go cook for me!"

"I can't cook." Huang Ling said.

"No?" Mo Jingkai frowned, obviously disgusted.

"Yes, I haven't cooked much since I was a child."

"When you get married, you have to serve your husband. At least make a few specialty dishes."

"When a woman gets married, she hopes to find someone to rely on, a man to back her up. If the purpose of getting married is to serve her husband like a maid, I'm sorry, but I would rather not get married." Huang Ling looked calm, without the arrogance she had before. There is only a distant indifference.

Mo Jingkai raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her. She must have had a quarrel with Maupassant.

"I have something to tell you. You go and cook me a bowl of noodles. After you finish eating, I will tell you carefully." Mo Jingkai said.