Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She lay in his arms, tilted her little head, thought for a moment, and then said, "then I... Will throw you away."

Zhang Boyan chuckled, "you won't have this chance."

Then he reached out and took her in his arms, and put her picture under her pillow, "good boy, go to bed."

Mo Xiaobei gave a cry and lay down obediently.

But one night, she woke up several times and couldn't sleep well.

She couldn't sleep well and Zhang Boyan couldn't sleep well. Finally, she had to fold her in her arms before she became honest.

But she chose to forget.

He was distressed by her like this.

This illness has made her more and more shapeless, on the one hand because of the comments on the Internet, on the other hand, because of her body.

Although she pursed her lips, closed her notebook and sighed——

It's nice to have money!

There was a knock at the door of the study. She turned her head and said, "come in!"

Fuber opened the door with a can of tonic in his hand. He carefully brought it in and put it on the desk: "stewed papaya with Sydney."

She just wanted to protest. Fuber smiled: "the young master ordered... To moisten her throat. The young master said that the young lady's voice was a little hoarse."

Mo Xiaobei almost blew her hair. Because he tortured her carefully last night, she became hoarse. Later... He seemed to say he wanted to give her tonic.

This bastard!

Where did Fubo know this, he still brought it happily, watched her eat it, and said happily, "then I'll go down first."

Mo Xiaobei has a bitter face and looks at papaya and Sydney in a white porcelain dish. How can he not know his evil taste!

How could outsiders and her before feel that Zhang Boyan was a particularly boring man?

There are also those mainstream media that write about the male god of abstinence, which are all deceptive.

Mo Xiaobei can now be sure that Zhang Boyan is a carnivore and a man who attaches great importance to one desire.

Thinking, her face was a little red. She sat at his desk and ate dessert slowly.

Between lips and teeth, sweet.

Somehow, her heart gave birth to a little satisfaction and happiness.

In the past, in Mojia, although her father preferred her, she had a lot of pocket money, but Shen has the final say in her family. The family members also looked at Shen's face, and it seemed that she had deliberately prepared a dessert for her, almost nothing.

Mo Xiaobei ate and smiled slightly. His smile was a little bitter and sweet.

For the first time, she had the feeling of being spoiled by others, and this person only spoiled her.

Very subtle and secret little happiness.

Just then, Zhang Boyan's call came

She answered his phone while eating.

"Is the dessert delicious?" Zhang Boyan's voice took a faint smile.

Mo Xiaobei's little mouth was full, and he gave a vague hum, and then his little face turned red, "how do you know I like this?"