Chapter 1265 Misunderstanding Solved
She suddenly rushed forward quickly, fearing that she would be slowed down, so he opened the door and went in.
"Maurpassant!" Rushing behind the man, Huang Ling no longer cared about anything and hugged him tightly from behind!
Maupassant noticed her before she rushed over, but he just didn't look back at her.
Hugging him from behind was something he expected.
But when she hugged him with her whole body, his heart still couldn't control it and suddenly started beating wildly.
He could clearly feel her softness against his back, and this feeling was irresistible.
"Maurpassant, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry...!!" Huang Ling wrapped her arms tightly around his chest and kept saying 'I'm sorry'.
Maupassant stood there upright, letting her hug him, letting her hands touch and scratch his chest, and letting her keep saying 'I'm sorry'.
He was complacent because he knew that she was no longer angry, no longer breaking up, no longer talking about aborting the child.
But his expression was still cool. Humph, this little woman was misunderstanding him from beginning to end.
Now that she knows it was a misunderstanding, she just wants him to forgive her and not be angry? Disaster!
"It's my fault, my lack of confidence, my lack of trust in you that makes you suffer so much. Maupassant, I'm sorry..."
Huang Ling kept rubbing her face against Maupassant's back. Only in this way did she feel better.
She talked a lot, and until she calmed down, she realized that Maupassant had been ignoring her.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, raised her head, and said cautiously, "Momo?"
"Have you had enough hugs?" Maupassant responded to her coldly.
Huang Ling was stunned, and her first reaction was: Momo was angry. So arrogant.
"I haven't hugged him enough." Huang Ling coquettishly hugged his waist tightly: "I can never hug him enough! I can never hug him enough!"
"Let go." She hugged him like this, the softness of her breast rubbing against his back, as if to seduce him and make him uncomfortable.
She was pregnant now, and he had to suppress his anger and try not to ignite the flames.
"Don't let go!" Smelling this familiar smell now makes Huang Ling feel edified, intoxicated and at ease.
Maupassant took a breath, held her wrists in his big hands, and easily pulled her arms away.
"Mo..." Huang Ling stood there, looking at Maupassant who strode into the house as soon as he broke away.
Maupassant strode into the house, but did not close the door. Huang Ling was stunned for a moment, quickly recovered, followed in, and then gently closed the door.
Maupassant went directly to the balcony, took out a cigar and started smoking.
Huang Ling came over, stood beside him, raised her head, and looked at him.
He exhaled white mist, and the smoke slowly bathed his face in a deeper and more handsome look.
The eyes under the smoke were sharp, deep, and unfathomable.
In addition, it was night, and his face, shrouded in lights, gave people a hazy and peerless elegance.
"Momo??" Huang Ling gently tugged on his sleeves, raised her face, like a little girl who did something wrong and made people angry but still shamelessly tried to please him, blinking her eyes, "Are you very angry?"
Maupassant took another puff of cigarette, lowered his eyes, and looked at Huang Ling coldly.
Just as she was about to spit out the smoke, she remembered that Huang Ling was pregnant and pregnant women should not inhale second-hand smoke.
He turned around and strode into the living room.
Huang Ling looked at him, feeling a little lost and heavy. He seemed to want to ignore her... But tonight he kissed her!
Maupassant went into the bathroom and blew out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth. He also put out the cigarette, took a mouthful of water and rinsed his mouth before coming out.
Huang Ling had come back from the balcony and was standing in the living room.
"Next time I smoke, you can remind me." Maupassant looked at her lightly.