Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

It was dark, but she thought of Fu ran and Tang Yao.

She thought that Ranran used to like Tang Yao so much, but now it's not painful.

However, they haven't arrived yet

She lay on her stomach and slowly turned her head. Her eyes fell on Zhang Boyan's face: "Zhang Boyan, do you think you can like a person forever?"

He held the goblet, smiled silently, and did not answer her.

Mo Xiaobei stared at him: "Zhang Boyan, I'm seriously asking you questions."

He sipped the wine, looked out at the night like she had before, and whispered, "we seem to be in the cold war."

She still stared at him for a long time before she burst out a sentence: "cold war, you still go to the police station!"

And the cold war generally refers to boyfriend and girlfriend and husband and wife. Well, they are nothing. They only slept once.

She glanced at him, didn't ask again, put her exquisite little chin on the railing and looked out quietly.

From time to time, she takes a sip of red wine.

Zhang Boyan has been around for a long time before he whispered: "I like it and will continue."

She was staring blankly outside when she suddenly turned her head and looked at him.

Zhang Boyan gave her the only warm smile in the cold night: "Tang Yao still likes Fu ran."

Men still know men best.

Mo Xiaobei looked at him with moisture in his eyes: "really? Then why does he have to get angry with others? "

"Probably..." Zhang Boyan leaned against the railing and sat face to face with her.

As soon as he reached out, he could touch her dog gnawing short hair and gently rub it. Unexpectedly, she didn't resist.

He smiled again: "probably because he is stupid!"

"Will you?" Her eyes were clear in the dark.

Zhang Boyan's body leaned against her. Mo Xiaobei hesitated for a moment and acquiesced. He was shoulder to shoulder with him, holding a red wine glass together, with a sideways face: "will it?"

They were so close that she could see herself in his eyes.

His eyes were very focused, very focused on her. A few seconds later, he gave her a positive answer: "No."

Don't know why, Mo Xiaobei smiled.

Zhang Boyan's voice sounded on his side: "unless I'm angry with her."

She blew her hair at once: "isn't it the same?"

Zhang Boyan smiled: "it's different. The most I can do is shake her hand. I won't have anything else, just like I did with Mo Nansheng before."

Mo Xiaobei looked at him and bit his lip: "how did you mention this?"

Then she almost sighed, "who were you angry with before?"

"Yours." Zhang Boyan whispered on her lips, "Mo Xiaobei, I'm still angry."

Every time he said a word, his lips touched her soft lips and touched them gently. The soft touch could almost melt people's heart in such a night.

Xiaobei was tired and sad, so it was almost a soothing kiss. She didn't mean to refuse at all. In fact, she couldn't refuse.

Her legs are soft.

And that person, that kiss, slowly dissatisfied, lips in contact, slowly covering the whole.

"Mo Xiaobei, I'm still angry, really." He whispered and kissed her. He put his big palm gently behind her head and kissed her tentatively.

Xiao Bei acquiesced.

But she didn't respond, just fragile on his shoulder and kissed him gently again and again.

He fed her all the red wine.