Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

His body shook, slowly turned around and held her little face, "do you still want to, huh?"

She looked up at her delicate little face, and the water ran down her cheek. She bit her lip and said low, "yes!"

Her voice seemed to cry, "Zhang Boyan, hold me!"

His eyes were unfathomable. He looked at her secretly. For a long time, he finally clasped her and held her hard.

It seems that she can be integrated into her own blood and bones and kneaded into one, and there is no need to separate from her anymore... (omitting 10000 words)

She was very tired and lay in her arms together. She nestled in his arms like a wounded kitten. When he thought she was asleep, she whispered, "Mo Nansheng said my mother was crazy..."

Then her little finger tightened his bathrobe: "Zhang Boyan, my mother is not!"

She looked up at her little face, and her eyes seemed to contain countless little stars: "I have her picture, shall I show you?"

Before Zhang Boyan could speak, she broke away from him and ran barefoot in the direction of the dressing room.

After a while, he ran back with a picture in his hand.

Zhang Boyan turned on the light and half leaned against the head of the bed. When she ran over, he naturally took her to his arms.

Mo Xiaobei nestled comfortably and flattened the picture in front of him. His voice was soft and waxy: "look, this is my mother."

Zhang Boyan listened. Her voice was a little cheerful, but it sounded like crying in his ears.

She cares very much! Care what people say about her mother.

He was silent, and Mo Xiaobei said softly, "this is my only photo. My father gave it to me. Other... I dare not ask."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she smiled at herself: "in fact, I'm... Used to it. Zhang Boyan, I'm not Cinderella. I don't have to clean. I still have a lot of beautiful clothes. "

"Are you happy?" He put a big palm on her head and gently rubbed her hair.

His palm, so warm, comforted her well, but also made her vulnerable and want to cry.

Mo Xiaobei snuggled up on his shoulder and kept looking at the photos in his hand. His voice was soft, "my mother is so beautiful and gentle. How can she be crazy?"

She stretched out her hand and wiped her tears. "She's not!"

In his tone, he asked childishly, "Zhang Boyan, is my mother very beautiful?"

"Beautiful!" He smiled gently, "more beautiful than Xiaobei."

"Well, I allow her to be prettier than me." She tilted her small face, tilted her head and smiled at him sweetly, "my mother is H city. For a while, she quietly pinched his arm——

"Huh?"

"Zhang Boyan, let me ask you something."

"Yes."

"Have you really never been with Mo Nansheng?"

"Yes."

Mo Xiaobei was relieved.

After a while, the man who had been asked said, "what if there was?"

[a mouthful of dog food ~ ~ good night, fairies ~ ~]