Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She jumped out of the car, waved to the driver, watched the car leave, and then strolled in the street.

As the driver said, many children in this street run around with cold fireworks in their hands.

Mo Xiaobei also ran to the shop on the street and bought a large one. He took it in his hand and ordered one.

The silver light was blazing and dazzling, blooming in her hand. She held it up to the sun and smiled slightly.

Maybe he found such a big financier. The children gathered around. Mo Xiaobei gave them the cold fireworks in his hand and ran to buy a big handful

One small hand reached out and picked up the fireworks.

In that blazing white glare, Mo Xiaobei was in a trance.

She is a little homesick.

She now lives in Lu Ze's house, not her home.

Her home is mo's. There are Dad, annoying Shen Ru and Mo Nansheng.

Now Shen Ru is gone and Mo Nansheng hasn't seen her, but why does she... Feel like she can't go home?

Why does she feel isolated from the whole world when she is with Lu Ze?

When she was stunned, another fireworks was pulled away. It was a very crisp voice: "sister, can I have this?"

Mo Xiaobei was stunned, but he looked down and saw the octopus ball.

Xiaowanzi took the fireworks and ran aside to play. Zhang Boyan, who brought her, stood in front of Mo Xiaobei and rubbed her wig: "it's very nice."

Mo Xiaobei put his hand over him and stared at him.

Zhang Boyan smiled: "what's the matter? Are you unhappy to see us? "

"No." Mo Xiaobei stepped back to prevent him from touching his wig and flattened his mouth, "just didn't think of it."

Zhang Boyan's mouth floated with profound meaning, "Mo Xiaobei, there are many things you can't think of!"

Her eyes were wide open. "What are you doing here when you're not at home for the new year?"

"That's what I want to ask you." Zhang Boyan stood still. His figure was lined with a thin tweed coat. He was very good, so he was very conspicuous in such a street.

Mo Xiaobei's lips trembled slightly, and he was busy drooping his eyes. He didn't want to let him see his vulnerability, but he stubbornly shouted: "I don't have a home, you don't have a home, don't spend the new year at home, what are you doing outside?"

Zhang Boyan's eyes slipped a touch of heartache, and his voice softened: "who said you didn't have a home, don't you have a surname Mo?"

Mo Xiaobei looked at him.

Zhang Boyan smiled: "why don't you call back? Huh? "

His tone is really like coaxing children. Mo Xiaobei is addicted to such tenderness. She thinks she must be stupid, or she is too lonely to think Zhang Boyan is gentle.

She was stunned and looked straight at him.

Zhang Boyan leaned over and took the fireworks in her hand, put two in her palm and smiled, "go play."

Before Mo Xiaobei moved, the little ball had already run over and pulled her: "let's go there to play."

Mo Xiaobei vowed that she was passive. She was definitely not the woman like a little madman.

It's all brought by this little octopus ball.

Well, that's right!

But after a while, she couldn't care about her image, because there were not only cold fireworks, but also many snacks in the street, especially a restaurant in Kanto. Mo Xiaobei ate several octopus balls at one go.

Zhang Boyan not only ate it himself, but also let Zhang Boyan eat it. He was so angry that he shouted loudly.

Don't eat small balls!