Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Soon, Mo Xiaobei found that this was not her way home, but to Zhangyuan.

She looked sideways. "I'm going home."

Zhang Boyan first ignored her. After she asked again, he picked up his eyebrow and looked at her: "do you think those reporters will let you go, or do you want people to know that you ruined others' appearance and came out of the Bureau in less than two hours? Mo Xiaobei, you have a criminal record now. Should you keep a low profile?"

Well, what he said is reasonable. Mo Xiaobei watched him turn his head and drive attentively. He bit his lip and asked, "then why do you help me?"

"Because we slept." His answer was simple and rough.

I can't talk about this topic.

Mo Xiaobei sat quietly.

The black RV soon returned to Zhang Yuan. The black carved gate stopped the reporters outside. Zhang Yuan was big, so no one photographed Mo Xiaobei when he got off the car.

When she got out of the car, she coughed: "how do I feel like I'm running?"

Zhang Boyan sneered: "Congratulations, you still have this consciousness."

His coat was draped over Mo Xiaobei, so he wore a gray sweater. Under it... Well, it was iron gray casual pants, which wrapped his fart very well.

Mo Xiaobei was stunned, and then realized that he had been staring at a man's fart for two minutes.

Although it is strong, she really shouldn't think too much.

But the more I didn't think about it, the more clearly I felt how he used this strength to possess her that night.

Her face was burning to death. She attributed it to the insufficient heating in the room.

Zhang Boyan walked into the hall and looked at Fu Bo: "my mother is asleep?"

It's one o'clock now, and it's normal for Mrs. Zhang to sleep, but he knows that his mother can't sleep easily tonight. He should be worried about Xiaobei, but looking at Xiaobei, he should go back to his room and leave space for them.

Fuber nodded, "Madam just slept."

He smiled at Mo Xiaobei: "Miss Mo is coming, too."

Zhang Boyan glanced at him, "go and cook two bowls of noodles."

Fuber left with a smile.

Mo Xiaobei sat on the sofa opposite Zhang Boyan: "I'm not hungry."

After a while, the little belly growled empty, making her lose face.

Zhang Boyan lit a cigarette, smoked faintly and stared at her.

That look made Mo Xiaobei blow his hair, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Fu Bo's love noodles were soon cooked. Zhang Boyan just finished smoking a cigarette, got up and sat down. Mo Xiaobei rubbed behind him and asked Fu Bo: "why does he always smoke?"

Fubo sighed: "a man who doesn't have sex lives all his life. What he smokes is loneliness."

Mo Xiaobei choked and looked at Fubo and felt that he couldn't look directly at him.

She sat down at the table and ate noodles in silence.

Noodles with shredded chicken and mushrooms taste delicious. She is not willing to eat them all at once and slowly eat noodles one by one.

In such a quiet night, she didn't realize that she was alone with a man who had slept and ate noodles together. She was very calm in her heart. What does this mean

Zhang Boyan ate first and lit a cigarette. Mo Xiaobei felt that he couldn't look directly at the cigarette. He ate his noodles silently and whispered, "in fact, you can find some channels to solve it even if you don't have a wife for the time being!"

The cigarette end in Zhang Boyan's hand trembled and he was almost not sure what he heard.

His little guy means he can go out and buy spring?