Chapter 1266 I Am Very Angry and Don’t Want to See You

"Remind you what?" Huang Ling asked stupidly.

"You are a pregnant woman, I cannot smoke in front of you."

"Momo." Huang Ling came forward. She didn't blame him for smoking just now.

She had known him for such a long time, and it was rare to see him smoking.

He said that only when he was in a very bad mood, he would smoke one and a half to relieve his boredom.

The rest of the time, he doesn't smoke.

Having smoked just now, he must be in a very bad mood, very bad.

Huang Ling walked up to Maupassant, took Maupassant's hand, and shook his hand like a little girl, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone: "Don't be angry, okay? I've already said I'm sorry to you. , just forgive me."

Maupassant snorted, "Sorry, I'm very angry right now and don't want to see you yet."

When Huang Ling heard this, her heart sank, and she looked at Maupassant as if she was about to cry: "You really don't want to see me?"

"I'm still angry, I don't want to."

When Huang Ling heard this, she sat on the sofa like a fool, "If you don't want to see me, I have to sit here too."

Maupassant's tone was sour: "Aren't you afraid that Cheng Xichen can't find you and call the police so late?"

Huang Ling raised her head and looked at Maupassant with a smile: "Are you jealous because Cheng Xichen lives in my house?"

Maupassant snorted: "You think you're not jealous if I sleep with Aina?"

Huang Ling curled her lips: "I'm not jealous, I feel desperate, the kind of despair that makes the sky fall."

Maupassant hummed again, turned around, and came to the balcony.

"Can't you sit next to me? You have to stand on the balcony." Huang Ling said.

Maupassant was standing on the balcony, where Huang Ling couldn't see him. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled proudly.

Brown eyes, sparkling.

"I called my mother and told her that I am with you." Huang Ling took out her phone and called Liu Fengfeng.

After hanging up the phone from Liu Fengfeng, Huang Ling came over.

Hearing her footsteps, Maupassant's raised lips tightened and tightened, with another cold expression.

Huang Ling stood beside him, with her hands on the guardrail, "My mother knew that I was with you, so she didn't ask anything and scolded me."

"..." Maupassant narrowed his eyes slightly and looked straight ahead, thoughtful and silent.

Huang Ling thought it was boring. She was not angry anymore, but he was.

She took the initiative to hook Maupassant's arm, leaned her head on his arm, and asked with a smile: "Momo, tell me, will our first child be a boy or a girl?"

"It is what it is when it is born." Maupassant said calmly.

In fact, I felt happy because he liked girls. He once thought that he really hoped that Huang Ling would give him two daughters and a son. In this way, he would have children, which would be perfect.

"It's better not to answer at all." It's really boring.

"Isn't it?" Maupassant raised his eyebrows: "Is it because I think you can give birth to something?"

Huang Ling pursed her lips: "I'm not that powerful."

If she wants a boy, she can definitely give birth to a boy, and if she wants a girl, she can definitely give birth to a girl. Then isn’t she a god?

Maupassant moved his arm slightly and said calmly: "Don't hold my arm like this, stay away from me."

"I don't!"

"When I'm in a bad mood, I hit women."

"You go ahead and hit me. When you hit me, remember not to hit my stomach with your fist. I have your little baby in my belly."