Chapter 1040 Maupassant’s Association (2)

Maupassant smiled lowly and looked at Huang Ling fondly: "I know she didn't have plastic surgery, idiot."

Huang Ling curled her lips, Wuyou really didn't have plastic surgery, but she was attacked like this by netizens.

Maupassant looked at Huang Ling meaningfully: "It's not like you had plastic surgery, Brother Ling, why are you more nervous than Song Wuyou? It seems like others are saying that Brother Ling had plastic surgery."

"Originally..." Huang Ling almost said, 'Originally, she was talking about me having plastic surgery.' Fortunately, her mind turned around in time and she quickly changed her words: "Wuyou and I are good sisters. They said Wuyou had plastic surgery. Of course I Not convinced."

Maupassant smiled and fed Huang Ling some porridge gently, smiling casually on his handsome face.

He glanced at Huang Ling's eyes and said warmly: "I think the look in Song Wuyou's previous photos is the same as your look now."

"Look at me?" Huang Ling was stunned.

Maupassant nodded: "The resemblance is exactly the same. Especially staring at one place makes me suspect that the Song Wuyou of the past is you now."

After speaking, Maupassant tilted his head slightly, raised the corners of his sexy lips, and looked at Huang Ling with a slight smile.

For some reason, when Huang Ling caught his gaze, she looked down like a little girl who had done something wrong, and did not dare to look at Maupassant again.

She frowned slightly, is it really like that?

Although Maupassant sometimes smiled lightly and sometimes laughed lowly, his face was nonchalant.

In fact, the way he looked at Huang Ling's expression was very focused, and he never missed any of Huang Ling's expressions or eyes.

She lowered her head in panic, and he could see her stunned look.

When she talked about Song Wuyou in the past, her unnatural and slightly nervous eyes, as well as the conversation between her and Song Wuyou just now, had to remind Maupassant of something.

Maupassant knew that she was hiding something from her. He looked at her, took a spoonful of porridge and put it to her mouth, "Brother Ling, eat porridge."

Huang Ling just raised her chin slightly, opened her mouth, and ate the porridge. However, her eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes covered her true eyes.

What Maupassant saw was just her fluttering eyelashes, beautiful eyelashes that fluttered like an ink fan.

Maupassant really wanted to lower his head and kiss her two ink fans that fascinated him so easily.

"There's not much left, finish it soon." Maupassant's tone was very gentle, as if coaxing a little girl.

Huang Ling slowly raised her head, looked at Maupassant faintly, opened her mouth and ate the porridge she was fed.

"Brother Mo..."

"Huh?" Maupassant had a charming smile on his face, and his eyes were very tender when he looked at her.

This kind of tenderness is like carrying sugar, making people feel extremely sweet.

When Huang Ling saw his tender eyes, she didn't know how to say anything she wanted to say.

She blinked, suddenly smiled brightly, and looked at Maupassant's face with twinkling eyes: "Brother Mo, you are so handsome!"

Maupassant raised his lips proudly: "You know now that I'm handsome?"

Huang Ling shook her head: "No, no, no! I have always known you are handsome, but today, you are even more handsome."

Maupassant's tail is about to turn up: "I am a good-looking person. The more you look at me, the more handsome you become, and in the end you will be mesmerized."

Huang Ling nodded in agreement: "That's right, that's right, you are the type to watch."

As she spoke, Huang Ling grinned and chuckled.

Maupassant looked at her bright smile. When she smiled, the scars on her face twisted with the muscles, which... affected her appearance.