Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She screamed and covered her face, but the silly dog couldn't kiss her face and arched in other places.

It is still a very warm place.

Mo Xiaobei had the heart to die in an instant. He bit his lip and screamed, "Zhang Boyan, open this stupid dog."

Zhang Boyan not only didn't open the stupid dog, but also sat interestingly on the carpet beside her, pulled the octopus ball into his arms, and watched her being bullied by the stupid dog.

That silly dog is not stupid at all. It arches like this and opens Mo Xiaobei's coat. Inside her is a pink sweater, not too thick.

The dog took advantage of her, and the dog owner looked at it with great interest.

Mo Xiaobei could hardly cry or laugh. He bit his lips and screamed, "Zhang Boyan! You pull your dog away. "

Zhang Boyan chuckled, "are you begging me?"

The little ball on his knee nodded vigorously, "Dad, my little sister is begging you."

Mo Xiaobei couldn't care less and screamed: "Zhang Boyan, count me, please... Ah..."

He then put down the little thing in his arms very interestingly, went to her and squatted down. With his big palm, he brushed away the messy scarf on her face and whispered at a volume that only they could hear: "how is it the same as calling a bed? Huh? "

Mo Xiaobei was stunned. He forgot his stupid dog and stared at Zhang Boyan.

He smiled again and gave an instruction to Zhang Anxi. The stupid dog immediately sat aside.

Mo Xiaobei's body loosened, and his originally tight body softened immediately. Unexpectedly, he couldn't stand up at once.

At this time, I remembered what Zhang Boyan had just said.

He is so hateful.

Zhang Boyan smiled softly: "what's the matter?"

She stared at him.

He, just, just, said, she seems to be calling a bed!

But then she could not make a sound, so she had to lie down and stare at him with a red face.

Zhang Boyan smiled again: "angry?"

With that, he stretched out his hand and pulled her to his leg. His slender fingers gently arranged her clothes for her, and then looked at her with a smile without any other action.

He is really good-looking. Mo Xiaobei wants to be angry and throw his face. She wants to ignore him as before, but she can't do it.

At this time, a small ball on one side assists: "Dad, my little sister seems to have been staring at you for a long time."

"Really?"

"I didn't."

Zhang Boyan and Mo Xiaobei spoke almost simultaneously.

Then Mo Xiaobei moved his eyes to one side uneasily and coughed: "in fact, you are quite old and have nothing to look at."

"Really?" Zhang Boyan reached out and stroked his pretty chin and looked down at her.

She forgot to move it, probably because the carpet was so soft and comfortable that she talked on her stomach like a small ball.

Zhang Boyan's eyes fell on the happy little pill and smiled: "Zhang Xiaonan, in fact, you should call yourself aunt."

Little meatball has big cute eyes.

Zhang Boyan's voice is Sandy and dumb, with the unique magnetism of adult men: "because Mo Xiaobei is 25 years old!"

Mo Xiaobei almost blew his hair, and immediately sat up, "Zhang Boyan, you seem to be 33 years old."

Compared with her anger, Zhang Boyan's expression was very indulgent. He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Mo Xiaobei, I'm glad you can remember... And I haven't seen you for a long time."