Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Although Mo Xiaobei's voice was fierce, he still had some coquettish meaning. His heart was a little soft. Well, he said, "I won't say it again in the future."

Then he hugged her and walked to the bathroom. She fell on his shoulder but bit her lip. "I know it's impossible for me and him. Zhang Boyan, I can be with you, but can you stop talking about him."

His body shook.

She fell softly in his arms, her long sweaty hair wrapped around him, and her voice was very soft: "I promise I'll be good and won't do anything that makes you unhappy."

They knew this unhappy thing to each other.

"Beibei, I don't think it's enough." He bowed his head and kissed her eyelids. "Don't even think about it."

She gently closed her eyes. She was too tired. She only gently spit out two words, "overbearing."

Then she felt that he helped her clean, and then wrapped it in a bathrobe and went back to the bedroom. He washed it alone.

When he came out, Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes and looked at it. He changed a suit, but it was obviously outdoor clothes.

Is he going out so late?

"I'll bring dinner here, huh?" He sat fresh by the bed and touched her little face.

She looked away uneasily, her face a little red.

After all, they just had a relationship. No matter how she is, she is also a little girl. She is always thin skinned.

He looked for a while, then smiled, got up and went downstairs.

When he left, Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes and suddenly remembered... When Zhang Boyan did that with her just now, he didn't take off his coat.

She bit her lips and her little face was too red——

He doesn't have any special hobbies, does he?

And she thought he couldn't do it before. As a result... It's too good. It's just a talent. It's so exuberant that it's heinous.

She has to talk to him, she has to rest, she has to go to school, a week... Two nights at most.

When his face was hot, Zhang Boyan pushed the door in with a tray in his hand.

Mo Xiaobei was tossed about by him for two or three hours. He was also hungry. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After only two steps, he frowned and stared at Zhang Boyan: "animals!"

Zhang Boyan put down the things in his hand and smiled, "do you want to hold animals?"

She stood there, her little face taut, spineless and said, "yes!"

His smile deepened, took her to the sofa and filled her with a bowl of soup.

He took care of her, and she didn't refuse. She ate silently, and she was tired.

Zhang Boyan took her to lie down. When he left, he whispered, "I'll go out."

Mo Xiaobei closed his eyes and pulled his arm: "Zhang Boyan."

"Huh?" He paused, bent his knees and squatted in a gentle voice: "still angry?"

Angry? She's not qualified!

Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes and looked at him for a while before whispering, "can I still sleep in my own room?"

His fingers slowly stroked her forehead and smiled, "yes! But are you sure you want me to sleep with you? "

Just thinking about the picture, she couldn't accept it, so she pursed her small mouth and didn't make a sound.

"Sleep here. I like you to sleep here. Huh? " He reached out and touched her little head.

Mo Xiaobei couldn't move. He looked a little good. His little head tilted on the pillow side, and his voice was a little winding. "When will you come back?"

"You want to take care of me so soon? Huh? " Zhang Boyan smiled and pinched her little face. The young girl's face was full of collagen and felt very good.

She buried her face in the pillow and wouldn't let him touch it. She shouted, "you'd better not come back."