Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes: "is there such a thing?"

"Doubt my charm?" He stared at her and chuckled.

Mo Xiaobei's face turned red. He said charm, but she thought of something else. For example, how he conquered her with skills and strength in bed last night.

His face was red and he leaned weakly on the seat. After a while, he started the car.

Mo Xiaobei moved in his heart, stretched out his hand and gently held his palm.

His voice was low: "Xiao Bei, I'm driving."

She is a rogue holding: "I want to hold your hand now."

He laughed.

She's making trouble and he's laughing.

It's really good that they can still be together after many years of understanding and many times of life and death.

His warm palm gently held her little hand, and his finger abdomen touched her little palm, very close.

Mo Xiaobei still pulled out his small hand, his small face slightly red, and pinned it to the other side of the window.

It's really wonderful. It seems that everything has changed at this moment.

She is different, so is Zhang Boyan.

She turned to look at him again. He was driving attentively.

She remembered Lin Qian's words again. Lin Qian said that she had always belonged to Zhang Boyan. Suddenly, she liked such words.

Well, she only belongs to him.

Black Maybach drove to the gate of the kindergarten and stopped. Zhang Boyan turned off his side head: "wait for me in the car. I'll pick up the small ball."

Mo Xiaobei was disobedient: "I'll go down with you."

He looked at her sideways. "OK."

Get out of the car, open the door for her and stand at the gate with her little hand. Mo Xiaobei's hair is still gnawed by a dog. He has a set of sportswear, which really doesn't match the Yingting and noble Zhang, but her little hand is in his palm, which is unspeakable peace of mind.

Slowly, she hugged him with an arm and put her face on his shoulder.

Of course, countless mothers looked at her with envy.

Mo Xiaobei didn't realize it. Maybe some people are born with everything, but they don't think so.

Xiaowanzi ran out with his schoolbag on his back. At a glance, he saw Zhang Boyan and Xiaobei standing together. The little guy ran over and hugged Xiaobei's waist: "Xiaobei..."

Mo Xiaobei smiled shallowly, "are you happy to pick you up?"

"Happy." The little guy glanced at his father, "I want to find you this morning, but my father won't let me."

Mo Xiaobei is a little ashamed. His appearance in the morning is really not suitable for xiaowanzi to see.

At this time, Zhang Boyan also looked at Mo Xiaobei like nothing. Mo Xiaobei splashed the dog in his heart, but he understood his meaning and blushed.

He chuckled, reached out and picked up the small ball, "home."

Holding a small ball in one hand, Mo Xiaobei could spare another hand to hold Mo Xiaobei. Mo Xiaobei followed him and asked anxiously, "is your leg OK?"

He glanced at her and said nothing.

All the way to the car, he put his hand on the steering wheel, tapped it gently, and then asked, "my mother asked us to go to Shanshui residence. Are you okay?"

When he asked this, his eyes were looking in the rearview mirror.

Mo Xiaobei and xiaowanzi sat side by side and shook his head: "no problem, it's much better now."

But then she was uncomfortable again. "Why do you want to go today?"

President Zhang's slender fingers gently stroked the steering wheel, and his voice was very slow: "go to have a reunion dinner."