Chapter 1267 I only Like You!

"..." Upon hearing this, Maupassant's eyes flashed, did he know how to use children to suppress him?

"Momo, don't be angry, okay?" Huang Ling said coquettishly, "I've already acted coquettishly, but I still can't make you happy?"

"I especially hate women who act coquettishly." Except for her.

"...???!!!" When Huang Ling heard this, she felt like she was deeply hit.

Does he think she's not cute when she acts coquettishly? Did he hit her on purpose?

Hum, he doesn’t like coquettish women? She doesn't believe it!

Are there any men who don’t like women acting coquettishly?

Huang Ling let go of his hand and said, "If you don't want to hug me, I won't hug you. I don't have to hug you."

Then, the two of them entered a state of silence, and the atmosphere was strange.

Gradually, Huang Ling's heart became heavy.

Maybe it's too late at night, and I feel lonely and need support.

In silence, Huang Ling hugged Maupassant's arm again.

She rubbed her face against his arm, and Maupassant pursed his thin lips.

He tilted his head, his eyes flashed slightly, and the corners of his pursed lips were slightly raised, creating an imperceptible smile.

After Huang Ling rubbed her face against his arm several times, she stopped rubbing her face and hugged him tighter, resting her whole head on his arm.

"Ever since your daddy left, I've been very scared every night, and my heart is filled with fear." Huang Ling's face was sad and her eyes were sad.

When Maupassant heard this, his heart was slightly clenched. He knew that she had a small belly...

"The day before, we were chatting face to face, and the next day I received the news that he had left... Momo, life is unpredictable. Let's not lose our temper over trivial things in the future and cherish each other, okay?"

Maupassant said calmly, "It's because you don't cherish me and don't trust me."

He was really angry when he thought that she wanted to take away his child. He snorted, his voice a little colder: "It's just that you don't trust me, you still want to kill our flesh and blood."

"I didn't!" Huang Ling was wronged: "I was shocked when I found out I was pregnant. I thought he came at the wrong time, but I didn't say I wanted to abort him."

"You really didn't say anything?" Maupassant lowered his head, his sharp eyes seeming to see through Huang Ling.

Huang Ling raised her little face and looked at him, "I really didn't say anything! My mother said it all. She thinks you are a scumbag."

"Haha, you scumbag?" Maupassant smiled helplessly, "I have been protecting you for twenty-nine years. After I got you, I only thought about our future. In order to be with you, I even bought a house here. Became a scumbag."

Maupassant pushed Huang Ling away like a child, with a sullen look on his face: "I'm a scumbag, don't hold me so tightly!"

Huang Ling doesn’t!

She didn't hug his arms, she hugged his waist, and her whole body clung to him: "No! I want to hug him! I just like scumbags like you!"

When she said this, Huang Ling's heart was not happy, but a little sour, and her eyes were hot.

"If you stay with me, your mother will scold you!"

"She knows that you and Aina are innocent, so she won't scold you."

"She prefers Cheng Xichen."

"She likes her to marry, I like you!" Huang Ling hugged Maupassant tightly: "Morpasson, I like you! I only like you!"

Maupassant snorted coldly: "Do you just like it? Is there no love?"

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"How much love do you have? You broke up with me after seeing P's photo. Is this love?"

When Huang Ling heard this, her heart ached, it was like a thorn in her heart.

Her heart felt sour just now, and she burst into tears after Maupassant's sarcasm.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her voice choked with sobs: "I'm sorry! Why don't you tell me you're sorry?!"