Chapter 1269 Reconciliation

Huang Ling nodded, feeling a little annoyed. She shouldn't have hidden this matter, she should have discussed it with him earlier.

"This can't all be my fault. You told me that you were in the army, but my uncle told me that you were in France. It just so happened that Aina was also in France."

"Silly girl, I am really in the army, and my stay in France is also a temporary arrangement. In France, I will not meet Aina anywhere else except at my grandpa's house."

Huang Ling curled her lips and looked aggrieved, "You don't even know that when I saw those photos, I felt that my entire soul was gone."

Maupassant kissed her and said softly: "It's all grandpa's fault. He made us both suffer so much. I won't let him hold the baby when it's born again."

When Huang Ling heard this, she couldn't help but laugh: "Is there anyone like you who can be a grandson? Besides, old man Los doesn't necessarily want to hold our child."

"Believe me, he's dying for it."

"I'm hungry. I didn't eat much for dinner. I ate two pieces of bread and then you pulled me over and cried. Now I'm almost digested." Huang Ling curled her lips and said quietly.

Maupassant smiled softly: "Whatever you like to eat, I'll cook it for you."

Huang Ling's face was wilted, "I have a bad appetite. I don't want to eat anything, but I'm still hungry."

"I'm calling Mommy to ask her what to eat if she's hungry but doesn't want to eat." Maupassant hugged her into the living room and said, "Sit down while I call Mommy."

Huang Ling sat on the sofa, raised her head, and looked at Maupassant.

The misunderstanding was resolved, he was no longer angry, and her mood also improved.

It's all her fault. She shouldn't distrust him. If she trusts him enough, she will understand him and help him ease the pain of losing his father.

Thinking of this, Huang Ling felt very ashamed. She really wanted to slap herself. Why did she not trust him so much?

Within a minute, Maupassant ended the call with Brenda.

He put his cell phone on the coffee table and looked at Huang Ling with twinkling eyes filled with endless tenderness: "Mommy asked you if you want something spicy?"

Huang Ling thought for a while, "How about making me a bowl of pickled cabbage noodles? Pickled cabbage needs to be spicy."

"There is no sauerkraut at home. Sauerkraut is a pickled vegetable and has no nutrition. Eating too much is useless."

"..." Huang Ling pursed her lips, but she would vomit after eating meat.

"I'll cook you a bowl of light noodles with plenty of vegetables in it, okay?"

"I don't want meat. I can't eat it for the time being. It's very uncomfortable to vomit." After vomiting, my stomach and throat felt like burning pain.

"Okay." Maupassant came over, gently rubbed her head, and curled his lips: "I'll go in and cook."

Maupassant entered the kitchen. The mobile phone placed on the coffee table had a news feed and the screen lit up.

Huang Ling took a look and found her photo on the desktop.

She couldn't help but take her phone over and look at the photos on the phone's desktop.

It's a solo photo of her. She has a bright smile and crooked eyes. She's very beautiful!

She was infected by her own smile, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled proudly.

She moved and lay comfortably on the sofa, playing with Maupassant's mobile phone.

There is nothing interesting on his mobile phone, no games, not many WeChat friends, he doesn’t like to post in Moments, he is quiet.

However, the mobile phone in her pocket was not quiet and rang.

Huang Ling put Maupassant's phone back and took out her own phone.

Well done, the caller is Liu Fengfeng.

As soon as the call was connected, Liu Fengfeng asked urgently: "Huang Ling, what are you doing? You stinky girl, weren't you deceived enough by Maupassant? Are you going to stay there tonight?!"