Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Lu Ze clenched his fist: "are you kidding me?"

"How!" Zhang Boyan sighed, "it's always you who won't let me and Xiao Bei go."

Lu Ze was a little silent by this sentence 'me and Xiaobei'——

Xiao Bei has been with him for so long, but often in the dead of night, he asks himself, did he really get her?

There is always a voice in his heart telling him that she is by his side, but her heart is not.

She likes him because of the illusion of memory, not from her instinct.

She didn't avoid his proximity, but they couldn't go any further.

Lu Ze's heart turned a thousand times and his face was decadent. He looked at Zhang Boyan and whispered, "I won't let go. I love her for so many years."

"If you love someone, don't you just watch her happy?" Zhang Boyan smiled a little: "I once resisted, and I just looked at her from a distance. I think she's good by your side."

"You designed Mo's house. You changed everything." Lu Ze raised his eyes, his eyes again stained with firmness: "and I want to pull all this back."

Zhang Boyan lowered his eyes, "we try our eyes."

He felt that there was no need to talk any further and stepped back, "that's it!"

Turning to his car, Lu Ze whispered behind him, "aren't you afraid I'll take her?"

Zhang Boyan's steps were unsteady, but he stopped.

For a long time, he opened his mouth low: "Xiaobei has never been a weak person. You can't force her."

"What if she volunteered?" Lu Ze's tone was pondering: "Zhang Boyan, did you want her then?"

Zhang Boyan raised his head and looked at the bright moonlight, and on the other side of the mountain was the dark blue sea.

He looked at her and said quietly, "I said, all I want is her happiness."

In this world, the only one who can give her happiness is Zhang Boyan.

No one else.

He doesn't trust anyone else.

Lu Ze looked at Zhang Boyan's back and narrowed his eyes.

He stood alone on the top of the mountain for a long time before driving back to the villa. It was already early in the morning.

Stepping on the second floor, the whole second floor is quiet, as if Xiaobei has a special fragrance floating in the air.

The corners of his mouth bent slightly and could hardly be seen.

Walk slowly to the door of her bedroom and push the door in.

Xiao Bei is still asleep.

He sat by her bed and did nothing.

Mingming has been on the plane for more than ten hours. Mingming is tired, but he doesn't want to sleep at all.

He managed to get her and let her stay with him for so long. How could he be willing to sleep?

Until about eight o'clock, Xiaobei woke up faintly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Ze's enlarged face.

Her little face was buried in the pillow and smiled at him: "good morning."

Then he looked at him and asked in surprise, "Lu Ze, didn't you sleep?"

He said in a faint voice, "I'm afraid you won't see me when you wake up, so you haven't left."

"I'm not a baby anymore." Mo Xiaobei said with some embarrassment. Then his small hand stretched out from the quilt and shook his hand. "Are you sleepy?"

Lu Ze stretched himself. "It's a little. Do you want to take me in?"

"Don't think I can't hear it." There was a touch of pettish in her voice: "go back to your room and sleep. I want to sleep back, too."