Chapter 1317 Is There Still a Wedding?

Maupassant: "..."

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Huang Ling didn't cry for long, she stopped crying after a while.

Maupassant didn't feel bad because he didn't hear her cry.

God knows how much his heart ached when he heard her cry.

He wished he could bear all her grievances on his own body.

Huang Ling stopped crying, but she didn't talk to Maupassant either. Instead, she buried her face deeply into his chest.

Maupassant didn't bother her and just held her in his arms.

Holding her in his arms, he noticed that she was breathing evenly.

He raised his eyebrows, silly girl fell asleep?

He patted her back gently, "Huang Ling?"

"..."

Haha, she did fall asleep.

Maupassant gently pushed her face out of her chest.

Her face was stained with tears, and her long eyelashes were wet, giving people a feeling of being filled with tears.

Maupassant gently kissed her eyelashes and licked her tears, which were salty and astringent.

Because of crying, the little woman's face and nose were red, making her skin look even more tender.

Maupassant's kiss moved away from her eyelashes and came to her face.

When he was satisfied with the kiss, he stopped and looked at her quietly.

Those affectionate and gentle eyes can make people's hearts melt.

He was very grateful, thanking heaven and earth for allowing him to wake up and continue to be with her and continue to love her.

When the little woman sleeps quietly, in Maupassant's opinion, it is more attractive than Sleeping Beauty.

He pulled the quilt over him to prevent his body from being exposed to the air.

After covering himself with the quilt, he couldn't help but kiss the little woman next to him.

This time, kissing her face was no longer satisfying. He kissed her lips, held her lips in his mouth, and sucked gently.

"Ouch, it's so annoying." Old Man Los' voice came from behind.

Hearing his voice, Maupassant raised his eyebrows and his eyes darkened. He felt that the old man did it on purpose!

Not only old man Lose came in, but also Gu Yanhao, Song Wuyou, and Brenda.

Hearing their footsteps, Maupassant turned over and looked at them.

Seeing that he looked good, Gu Yanhao nodded reassuringly: "As soon as I woke up, I'm recovering well."

Bang bang?

Maupassant laughed twice, "I'm not a beast."

His wife is pregnant, so he doesn't dare to have sex with her, and his body doesn't allow it.

"You are a wolf. A wolf is not an animal?" Old Man Los said. He poked his head and glanced at Huang Ling.

Seeing that she was asleep, he muttered: "She sleeps so soundly, you must have exhausted her from tossing her."

"Grandpa, we didn't do anything." Maupassant was speechless.

"We all saw it."

"I just kissed her, and you just came back."

Song Wuyou came over, glanced at Huang Ling, saw her nose was red, and asked, "Has she cried?"

Maupassant nodded: "Yes."

When Brenda heard this, she stared at him reproachfully: "You brat, how did you coax your wife? Was it easy for Huang Ling during the time you were in coma? You bullied her into crying as soon as you woke up. Believe it or not, her mother took her to remarry. ?”

"Yes, if you don't wake up, Fengfeng will force her to remarry." Old Man Los said in a stoking tone.

"I didn't bully her, it was her who hugged me and cried and told me the fear she felt during these days."

"Of course she is afraid, afraid that you will leave her." Song Wuyou took a deep look at Huang Ling.

Then she looked at Maupassant and saw that he was in good spirits, which made her relieved.

She said to Maupassant: "Be nice to her in the future."

Maupassant nodded and said firmly: "I will live up to her in my life!"

His eyes fell on Song Wuyou's belly. Song Wuyou's belly was obviously swollen.

He raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yanhao: "President, are you still holding a wedding?"