Chapter 1209: The conspiracy is coming

Huang Ling got up and went into the kitchen.
It wasn't that she wanted to hear Mo Jingkai's words. Mo Jingkai hanged her appetite, but she already guessed what he was going to say to her.
She cooked him noodles because he was the father of Mobson.
There is beef in the fridge and lettuce.
Huang Ling washed two lettuces and cut a bowl of beef.
Standing in front of the chopping board, holding a knife and cutting the meat.
Her thoughts drifted away, her face was sad and sad.
Mobson... Mobson turned out to be with Aina...
She thought she found a man who could rely on her life.
She thought that in this life, she would be happy with Mobson, and I am happy to be together.
She thought that this life, he will not pay her, give her full of love and tolerance.
She thought that...
It turned out that all this is a dream.
The dream woke up, she was beaten back, nothing was, nothing.
If you have to say anything, it is a wound, a scar -

The noodles are cooked.
Huang Ling will not cook, but the bowl noodles are cooked well.
In the living room, Mo Jingkai, smelling, wants to eat.
He figured out, his son, knowing himself.
His grandfather, his mommy has seen Huang Ling, and they are very fond of Huang Ling.
Grandpa even Aina, the pro-grandmother will be less boastful, but he is in front of him, boasting a lot of Huang Ling.
Although this woman is ordinary, her character does not please him, but her son likes it, she must have her strengths.
Moreover, people give their innocence to their sons, and they may become pregnant.
Oh, forget it, if your son wants to marry her, let him know.
Otherwise, not only does his son ignore him, but his wife will not care for him.
He thought about it, big deal, let his son live in K, their children, and return to L, he is old.
After having a grandson and granddaughter, he still cares about his daughter-in-law and is not good.
Although he thinks that Aina is better than Huang Ling, but his son does not like Aina, is there any way?
Can't force my son to love Aina? Strong twisted melon is not sweet...
Huang Ling came out of the kitchen. She walked behind Mo Jingkai and said faintly: "The noodles are cooked. On the table, it is very hot. If you can't eat it, it will be cold for a while."
After that, Huang Ling walked toward the door.
Mo Jingkai called her: "Where are you going?"
Huang Ling stopped and didn't look back: "Go back to school."
"I said, after I have had enough, I have something to say to you."
Huang Ling smiled bitterly: "You have to tell me something, I know it. Uncle, I have something tonight, go first."
"What do I want to say, you know?" Mo Jingkai said: "Is Poisson talking to you?"
Huang Ling thought about it and nodded.
Forget it, the photo was sent, not that it is.
"I am back to school." Huang Ling left.
Back to the bedroom, she lay in bed and said nothing.
The classmates in the bedroom came back, very lively, and she was lying there quietly, with her eyes closed.
On the mobile phone on the bedside, WeChat rang and rang, and it rang and she didn’t look at it.
Xu Lingling standing in front of the bed saw her eyes closed, her face pale, and gently pushed her.
Huang Ling was pushed, opened her eyes and looked at Xu Lingling puzzledly.
Xu Lingling saw her eyes covered with bloodshot, red, and asked with concern: "Are you uncomfortable?"
Huang Ling tried hard to squeeze a smile at her, she did not know, this smirk, in Xu Lingling's view, is even more ugly than crying.
"No, I am very good." Huang Ling said softly.