Chapter 1271 My Woman Doesn’t Need to Cook

"On the contrary, the more this happens, the more high-profile it is. It is best to let everyone in the world know that I am Huang Ling's husband. I love Huang Ling, and other women must step aside."

Huang Ling chuckled after hearing this: "I'm very happy, Momo."

Maupassant stood up and picked up the dishes: "You go to the living room and sit down while I wash the dishes."

Huang Ling smiled and said, "I'll wash it."

"Don't join in the fun. Cooking is not a woman's job."

Huang Ling smiled: "What you said will arouse public outrage. Men and women will beat you up."

Maupassant came to the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed the dishes.

"This is my opinion, I don't need them to nod in agreement. My woman shouldn't cook."

Huang Ling came over, hugged him gently from behind, put her face on his back, and asked with a smile: "Why shouldn't your woman cook?"

Maupassant curled his lips: "Because I fell."

"Do you think my cooking is not delicious?"

"No, you only need to be responsible for your beauty. If you cook for a long time and smoke too much, your skin will be bad. If you wash the dishes too much, the skin on your hands will become rough. I will do these tasks, husband."

"Is there any other reason?"

"Go out and sit down while I cut some fruit for you to eat."

"I want to stick with you, what should I do?"

Maupassant finished washing the dishes and straightened up. Because his hands were stained with water, he did not touch her. Instead, he looked at her tenderly and seductively: "After you take a shower later, I'll let you stick to it until you're done."

Huang Ling cursed: "Evil."

"I'll also take off my clothes and make you sticky."

"I'm pregnant and can't do that kind of thing."

"Nian Yi Nie, it's not like you're doing that kind of thing. You want to do it, but I don't agree to do it. You're a little pervert."

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After they had bathed, Maupassant literally lay on the bed without any clothes on.

Huang Ling rested on his thick and strong arms and lay comfortably on the soft bed.

"I have a beautiful woman in my arms, but I can't have sex. Huang Ling, what do you think I should do? I feel so uncomfortable for my husband." Maupassant stared directly at the ceiling, his eyes bright and deep.

"It's not good to take too many cold baths. It will affect its strength and shorten its fighting time." Huang Ling blinked, "But don't hold it in, it will also get damaged."

"Yeah, what do you think we should do?"

"Wuyou said, in this case, you need an inflatable doll that looks like a real woman's body."

"Did you say it or did Song Wuyou say it?"

"Wuyou said it."

"It seems that when she was pregnant, Young Master Gu had the grievance to sleep with the baby." Maupassant curled his lips in a gloating manner.

"No, Wuyou said that when he refused, she solved it for him with her mouth and hands."

When Maupassant heard this, he couldn't help but think of the way she used her mouth.

He turned sideways, raised his head, looked at her and smiled evilly.

Seeing his smile like this, Huang Ling knew that she said something she shouldn't have said.

Isn't she shooting herself in the foot? Ahhhhhh...

It's all Song Wuyou's fault!

Before taking a shower, she chatted with Song Wuyou on WeChat for a few minutes. After Song Wuyou knew that the misunderstanding between her and Maupassant was solved, and that she was going to sleep in the same bed with Maupassant, they started chatting about dirty topics.

Song Wuyou reminded her that she couldn't do that kind of thing in the first three months. If Maupassant couldn't help it and suggested buying him an inflatable doll, if he didn't want it, she would be aggrieved and use her hands and mouth to fight. , help him solve it.

Huang Ling asked back: "Does your husband sleep with the baby or your hands and mouth?"

"Hands and mouth."

"What does it feel like?"

"Sour and refreshing."