Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

For a long time, she finally found her voice, "I'm not good!"

His eyes were tinged with a faint smile: "I'm not good in bed. I always like to catch people and bite people."

Mo Xiaobei is going to blow up again. Well said, why does he extend towards this aspect again?

She pursed her mouth and looked at the front: "driving!"

Zhang Boyan didn't tease her any more. He fastened the safety belt and started the car.

As he said, when the car drove to the gate of Zhangyuan, the black carved gate slid on both sides, and the black sports car could only go slowly, because reporters flocked to shoot madly in the car.

Mo Xiaobei looked at Zhang Boyan and said, "why don't you let them shoot like this?"

"Or else?" His slender fingers fell on the steering wheel and his voice was very weak. "Get out of the car and beat them up?"

The handsome Yan glanced at her: "Mo Xiaobei, you look up to me too much. I can't beat more than ten."

Mo Xiaobei tilted his mouth and snorted.

Their interaction and eye contact were photographed by good reporters, which was also a very loving scene.

Zhang Boyan's car drove very slowly, and the reporter took enough photos.

Mo Xiaobei finally couldn't help it. "Zhang Boyan, did you mean it?"

He didn't answer directly, but whispered, "pay attention to your expression!"

Mo Xiaobei couldn't help but restrain and sit straight.

Zhang Boyan looked at her sideways, reached out and rubbed her hair. It was messy. He smiled quietly and said, "Beibei, do you know you're cute?"

Mo Xiaobei stared at him.

The little expression is cute and stupid!

This scene was shot again. The reporter was moved to cry. President Zhang's private affairs were rarely exposed in front of the public. Today, they were allowed to take such a private scene.

No doubt, Mo Xiaobei is true love!

In short, the paragraph between Zhang Qian and Mo Nansheng is hardly worth mentioning.

Finally, the reporter was left far behind. Mo Xiaobei was relieved and suddenly felt that Zhang Boyan was there. It seemed that nothing was a matter. He always had a way.

However, when his car drove into Mo's villa, her heart was slightly lifted.

"Nervous?" Zhang Boyan looked at her sideways.

"No!" She answered quickly, but she looked guilty.

Zhang Boyan stopped the car steadily and said in a low voice, "if this thing must distinguish right from wrong, it's me, not you!"

Mo Xiaobei bit his lip and couldn't say a word.

She was in a trance. Was the man in front of her the difficult Zhang Boyan she knew?

She stretched out her little hand, pinched his face, and asked foolishly, "does it hurt?"

Zhang Boyan's eyes were deep, and he pinched her in turn: "does it hurt?"

"It hurts." She said honestly.

Then he smiled, "become stupid!"

As he said, he got out of the car first, then came around and opened the door for her. He acted at one go. It looked very pleasing to the eyes.

Mo Xiaobei was led to the main house by him. His small hand was pinched in his warm palm, which made him feel at ease.

But she still wanted to break away because she was not used to it.

In the big house of Mo family, she is used to wearing a mask to face everyone and pretending to be strong. His tenderness will disintegrate all her persistence. She doesn't want to.

However, he was so strong that she couldn't earn him at all.

Mo Xiaobei looked up at him and felt that he was so tall for the first time.

She didn't expect to hide such deep anger under his gentle appearance.

At least, he looked at Mo's family with a cold expression.