Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

This night, Xiao Bei was drunk and lay warm in his arms, saying sad words and why Ranran didn't like Tang Yao anymore

She cried like a child in his arms for others.

Zhang Boyan kept watch over her and accompanied her. She cried like a child. He coaxed her like a child. When she smiled, he looked at her gently and smiled.

When she fell asleep, he looked at her foolishly.

She forgot everything. It's okay, he remembered.

She needs everyone to accompany her, and he will accompany her

The night was very late. The little guy in his arms was warm. Zhang Boyan's eyebrows and eyes were gentle. He gently hugged her and put her in a warm quilt.

Watching her well and her comfortable lying in the quilt, he stood by the bed and smiled gently.

The hall of Zhangyuan.

Zhang Boyan went to the piano in the French window and sat down. His slender fingers put on the expensive piano cover. For a long time, he finally opened it.

He hasn't played the piano for a long time. He wants to play it tonight.

With his eyes closed, the song starry sky poured out at his fingertips, beautiful and with a trace of sadness.

She's here, but she's still Lu Ze's.

She hid from him so carefully that she would stay in his arms for a moment only when she was injured.

Sweet, and tortured moment.

Zhang Boyan smiled briefly and played the piano attentively, but for a while he couldn't help but put his mind on the villain in the guest room

Really, sweet grinding.

He played all night and didn't go to the guest room until the sky turned white.

After a little hesitation, he opened the quilt and lay beside her. The little guy who said no felt warm and immediately put his little head on his shoulder.

Zhang Boyan smiled gently.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when Mo Xiaobei woke up, he opened his eyes to enlarge his handsome face.

As soon as my heart sank, I immediately opened the quilt and looked at myself.

Fortunately, his clothes are good, and Zhang Boyan's clothes are also good.

Mo Xiaobei nestled in the quilt, smelling the pure male breath, his heart beat a little fiercely.

"Wake up?" Zhang Boyan's voice was a little hoarse. He stretched out his hand to pull her out of the quilt, and then sat up by himself.

In this way, Mo Xiaobei lay on his belly, and then her eyes were straight.

He, he, he... That!

Her eyes were fixed on her. Zhang Boyan bowed his head and grabbed her little head to the side, "is it strange? Normal physiological response. "

Then he got up and went out, probably back to the master bedroom.

Mo Xiaobei remembered that he didn't explain why he slept in the same bed with her, so he jumped out of bed and followed.

There was no one in the master bedroom. Mo Xiaobei opened the bathroom door directly with his head hot.

When he opened it, he suddenly pulled it up again and screamed, "Zhang Boyan, why don't you say your bath."

The door was opened, and his voice was cold: "you broke into the man's room."

Mo Xiaobei tightly covered his face and didn't admit that he had just seen... That, but the next second her little hand was pulled open by him, and she screamed, "you don't want a face!"

But in front of him, he couldn't see anything. He had put on a bathrobe.

She was stunned, her mouth opened slightly, and her expression was very cute.

Zhang Boyan leaned against the door, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Mo Xiaobei, when can you not be so... Duplicity?"