Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When a person was lying in bed, she was a little cold. She turned over angrily and slept there.

But I turned around and didn't fall asleep.

In the dead of night, she couldn't help thinking a little more. She thought of Lu Ze

It seems that she hasn't thought about Lu Ze for a long time.

Her eyes were a little empty and refused to think about that... Possibility.

She refused to admit that she had such a mind for Zhang Boyan... He was so deep and difficult to serve, so she couldn't like him!

Mo Xiaobei was lying on his stomach, kicking his little feet disorderly. It was a vent. After kicking, he felt much better.

This winter's rainy night, after she had a relationship with Zhang Boyan, she slept alone for the first time.

At night, I woke up several times with cold. Only then did I find that I didn't turn on the air conditioner. I vaguely turned on the air conditioner. It was still cold.

Later, she simply sat up, hugged her little body and dazed in the dark.

At four or five o'clock, she was really sleepy and fell asleep.

Wearing Zhang Boyan's Nightgown, Mo Xiaobei buried his face and slept soundly.

She even ran down barefoot.

But she stopped in the middle of the stairs and wanted to run back.

Zhang Boyan was explaining something to Fu Bo. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw his little girl barefoot. She was still wearing the Nightgown she wore last night. At this time, seeing him was like seeing a ghost.

"Run what!" Zhangbo rebuked him lightly, confessed to Fubo twice, and then walked towards her.

Mo Xiaobei was very uncomfortable. His little feet were twisted. He looked at him and didn't dare to move.

He came over with a low voice: "get into the habit of wearing shoes!" Then he bent down and picked her up.

Mo Xiaobei immediately hugged his neck and said in a low voice, "are you still angry?"

Zhang Boyan didn't answer her, but his jaw was tight and there was a taste of forbidden jade all over his body.

Mo Xiaobei noticed that he changed into a woolen suit with deep coffee. It's very formal. Is he going out?

Zhang Boyan held her to the bedside of the master bedroom, sat down, took her slippers, and then whispered, "I'm going on a business trip for a few days."

"Where are you going?" She froze for a moment and asked instinctively.

Zhang Boyan's black eyes flickered slightly, stretched out his hand and Mo's little face. In a faint voice, "go to New York."

Mo Xiaobei's lips moved, "will it take a long time?"

There was an imperceptible smile in his eyes, "four or five days!"

Then he straightened up, but Mo Xiaobei quickly put his arms around his neck.

"Huh?" Zhang Boyan looked down at her.

Mo Xiaobei held it very tightly. His small mouth moved and summoned up the courage to look into his eyes. "Are you still angry?"

Zhang Boyan's expression changed slightly, from the original indifference to some seriousness.

He looked at her and whispered, "Xiao Bei, do you think I will be angry... What kind of position do you think I stand on? Your gold owner, or... The one you care about? "

Mo Xiaobei wanted to lose her temper again, but she didn't dare. She only dared to hold his neck.

Zhang Boyan's voice faded: "my special plane at eleven o'clock must go now."

Mo Xiaobei let out a sound, then loosened and hugged tightly.