Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Lu Ze's little secretary was speechless and helpless.

President Lu has never been so worried about gain and loss in business, and only Mo Xiaobei can make him so.

The Secretary whispered, "Mr. Lu, you and Miss Mo have always been a perfect couple."

Lu Ze held the goblet in his hand and smiled gently, "Secretary Ning, you really can't comfort people. A good match doesn't mean it's appropriate, right?"

Ning Ling smiled and whispered, "it's getting late. I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. President Lu still has good night."

Lu Ze raised his eyes: "are you avoiding me?"

Ning Ling was stunned, and then her smile deepened a little, "I'd better not get involved in President Lu's private affairs."

Lu Ze's eyes fell on her face. A few seconds later, he brushed the ash: "OK, you go out first."

Ning Ling got up and went to her room. She had to go on a business trip tomorrow, so she had to go to bed early. The most important thing was that she didn't want to talk about such a private topic with her boss. Her intuition told her that it was no good.

Lu Ze has been sitting downstairs, smoking silently.

After smoking about half a bag, he looked up and saw Mo Xiaobei standing in the middle of the stairs. He smiled, "why don't you sleep?"

He paused and asked, "when did you come down?"

Mo Xiaobei gathered his tight clothes, ran down, sat down beside him and took off the cigarette in his hand. "I came down when Ning Ling returned to her room. She saw me."

Lu Ze let her take off the cigarette end and smiled: "then why don't you talk? Are you unhappy when I talk to her? "

Mo Xiaobei shook his head. "I know you and she are just working."

Lu Ze looked at her, then smoked a cigarette and lit it, but considering that she was pressed out again, he said slightly annoyed: "Xiao Bei, you are so rational, but I don't know what to do."

He reached out and easily took her thin arm, pulled her over and put her in his arms. He hugged her face and buried it in her little neck. He asked softly, "it's because he doesn't care enough, so he can rest assured, isn't it?"

Mo Xiaobei was itchy and struggled gently, but instead of letting go, he held it tighter, so she gave up the struggle and whispered, "then you are not allowed to take her on a business trip tomorrow!"

The ferocious tone pleased him. He took a small bite in her small neck: "will you go with me?"

She tilted her head and spit out, "I can't be your secretary, either."

Lu Ze sighed in his heart: when Xiao Bei was president Mo, she had more than enough to mourn. A secretary couldn't defeat her at all.

But she is now what she used to be, and he likes to pamper her at home and watch her wait for him to come home every day.

This obsession supported his love for her.

Lu Ze looked at her, smiled and stretched out his hand to Momo her small head: "go to sleep."

"You sleep too." Xiao Bei is rarely stubborn.

Lu Ze picked his eyebrow: "if this is your guilt tonight, you might as well invite me to your room, huh?"

He kissed her on the forehead.

Mo Xiaobei's face flushed, "it seems that the guilt is not so serious."

Lu Ze flicked her little face: "naughty."

He picked her up and said, "go to bed together."

Mo Xiaobei was held by the princess. As a girl, he still had a certain sense of satisfaction. His little hand grabbed his expensive shirt and suddenly remembered something: "by the way, Lu Ze, I met Zhang Boyan today."