Chapter 1185

"Huh!" Huang Ling snorted coldly. She was even more unhappy when she saw that Maupassant didn't brush his teeth immediately when he came back.

Maupassant entered the bathroom with familiarity, and brushed his teeth over and over again.

Huang Ling outside received a reply from Song Wuyou, and they were chatting on WeChat.

Song Wuyou: "Huang Ling, you are so beautiful. Is Maupassant very happy?"

Huang Ling: "Men are all lustful, and they like to stare at beautiful women with their eyes, and Maupassant is no exception."

Song Wuyou: "It's all my credit for playing "Sha Qing" so skillfully."

Huang Ling: "So you're here to take credit?"

Song Wuyou: "What are you going to repay me with?"

Huang Ling: "I don't want to repay anything, I feel depressed."

Song Wuyou: "Didn't Maupassant see your performance? No, you sent me a WeChat message using his account."

Huang Ling: "Wuyou, there is a woman from France who works as a coach at the military academy. This coach is very cruel and hateful. She kissed my man while I was away."

Song Wuyou: "You're not here for Maupassant, are you?"

Huang Ling: "That's right! He seems to be very familiar with Maupassant and understands him very well."

Song Wuyou: "Did Maupassant refuse her kiss?"

Huang Ling: "When I saw you, I didn't refuse."

Song Wuyou: "..."

Huang Ling: "Wuyou, tell me, there are so many women who like Haozi, why can't any woman successfully kiss him?"

Song Wuyou: "Because he has an intimidating look on his face that doesn't allow strangers to approach him. Women who secretly like him can only look at him from a distance and don't dare to touch him up close."

Huang Ling: "You will always meet a few women who are not afraid of death, right?"

Song Wuyou: "Those women who are not afraid of death are probably dead."

Huang Ling: "Wuyou, I hate this Aina very much. She even knows that Maupassant likes a woman and she still comes to hook up with her."

Song Wuyou: "I believe Maupassant would not like a woman you hate."

Huang Ling: "He doesn't like it, but others like him."

Song Wuyou: "That's someone else's business, you have to believe him. Huang Ling, believe me, if a man likes you in bed, his soul will be hooked by you."

Huang Ling: "...What is this? I won't talk to you anymore, he's out."

When she heard the bathroom door open, Huang Ling put her phone aside, turned around and looked at Maupassant.

The water on his face makes Maupassant even sexier.

Huang Ling had a sullen face and looked unhappy.

Maupassant stepped forward and hugged her: "Are you still angry?"

Huang Ling pushed him away and said dullly: "I'm not angry, but it makes my heart hurt when I think of you not pushing Aina away and letting her kiss you."

Maupassant said: "I'm going to push it away."

"You have your hands on her waist. Is this pushing her?"

Maupassant stared at her: "So, you don't believe me?"

Huang Ling smiled softly: "I was hugged by her again and kissed by her again. What I want to see next time is the scene of being slept with by her? It's not that I don't believe you, but that you don't know how to refuse and don't care about her. Hug you or kiss you, you didn’t refuse.”

Huang Ling looked at Maupassant, "You and she have never gotten along. You can't refuse when someone hugs you and kisses you. Will you fall in love for a long time in the future?"

"Huang Ling, there is a limit to being cool, don't question my feelings for you." Maupassant held Huang Ling's face and looked at her deeply: "Be obedient and don't be angry over an irrelevant woman, eh? "