Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei looked at Fu ran sadly and answered Zhang Boyan, "your illusion."

Zhang Boyan smiled, "now, can you get on the bus?"

Mo Xiaobei looks at Fu ran again.

Fu ran smiled, but she couldn't see her eyes

Finally, Mo Xiaobei got on Zhang Boyan's car.

Zhang Boyan had already sat in the car, his slender fingers gently wiped the rearview mirror, and his voice was slow: "Mo Xiaobei, are you afraid of me?"

Mo Xiaobei buckled his seat belt, looked at his good-looking side face and muttered, "of course not."

"I wish I didn't." He took back his fingers, looked at her sideways, and smiled slightly.

Mo Xiaobei took a puff in his heart.

Don't look so good.

She felt sick. She must be sick. Obviously, Lu Ze was also very good-looking, but she didn't have the kind of jade hope that had to stare at him all the time. Instead, it was Zhang Boyan. She didn't just want to see it, but also wanted to unbutton his shirt and see if it was what he imagined.

Mo Xiaobei's small face looks like a fire.

She sat upright and told herself: you can't think any more. Mo Xiaobei, although you have a 25-year-old body, your soul is 20 years old! How can you fantasize about a nasty man?

She sat straight, and her little face tried to look like a forbidden jade.

Zhang Boyan beside him seemed to smile a little. He looked very happy, which made her inexplicably angry.

But she held back and soon felt the car start.

Mo Xiaobei didn't talk to him and tried to look out of the window, but he soon felt that the road was wrong.

This was not the way back to her villa, so she turned her head and looked at him, "where are you going?"

"Zhang Xiaonan." Zhang Boyan's tone was faint: "she's in the big class of kindergarten now."

Mo Xiaobei was stunned for a long time before he asked, "didn't you say you wanted to take me home?"

"Pick up Zhang Xiaonan first, and then go home." His tone is very natural.

Mo xiaobeiba, that strange feeling is coming again.

He would make her feel strange when he spoke, but she couldn't find out what was wrong.

For a long time, she remembered that it was "go home", so she shook her small fist and tried to make her position clear: "Zhang Boyan, I won't go home with you."

Zhang Boyan's slender fingers fell on the steering wheel. He put a sweater and coat on the back seat at will. He looked very pleasing to the eyes. At this time, he smiled a little and was more dazzling.

Mo Xiaobei looked at him and looked at himself again. He felt very casual.

This man has exquisite taste to the extreme. He is as noble as the male model in the magazine. Does it have to look at his face to run a business now?

When Mo Xiaobei was thinking in his heart, Zhang Boyan opened his mouth again: "I didn't think so."

He stroked his chin with one hand and asked with a faint smile, "I heard that Lu Ze is a little wide. You have to report when you go out, don't you?"

Mo Xiaobei was excited, and his face turned red: "it's not."

"No?" Zhang Boyan smiled. It happened that there was a red light at the intersection in front of him. He stopped the car slowly.

Leaning over, Junyan approached her very perplexingly, and his voice was almost whispered: "don't you dare not go home?"

He was so close that Mo Xiaobei only felt that all around him was his confused breath, and his nose was full of that masculine breath, which was too strong for her to ignore.