Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He smiled so low that he turned over her——

The old man's daughter Hong is really easy to use.

Mo Xiaobei was very useful that night and was urged to be disabled late into the night. Later, Zhang Boyan saw that she was crying badly, so he let her go carelessly.

Mo Xiaobei was so tired that he fell asleep, but Zhang Boyan still had more meaning, especially when he forced her to call him husband at that time.

She fell asleep. He went out for two cigarettes and then came back. He leaned against the head of the bed and watched quietly for a while.

The feeling of recovery overflowed the chest. I wanted to pull her out and do it ten or eight times. No, always in bed and never separate.

After a while, he felt a little silly. He gently brushed her forehead and said in a low voice: "this time, don't leave me again."

Lying down and putting her little body in her arms was not enough.

Love cut, maybe that's it.

Zhang Boyan hugged his little body, slept for a few hours, and woke up at dawn.

I was awakened by the sound of the door. Standing by the door, a little guy ran over and lay on the bed with a pillow and whispered, "Dad, can I sleep with Xiaobei now?"

Zhang Xiaonan waited all night. It was also very hard.

Zhang Boyan picked her up with one hand, carried her to the bed and put it between himself and Mo Xiaobei.

The little pill immediately gave him up and directly arched into Mo Xiaobei's arms.

With two small hands in his arms, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Boyan. He asked uneasily, "Mom won't disappear this time, will she?"

Zhang Boyan's heart was a little sour. Well, he said, "No. If she runs again, I'll hit her P shares. "

"Pull hook." Zhang Xiaonan stretched out his little finger. Zhang Boyan smiled and hooked her little finger.

The little ball turned his head and stared at Mo Xiaobei's face and refused to leave... If Mo Xiaobei woke up now, he would be frightened.

But the little guy didn't sleep well at night. He stared for a while and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already 10:30 a.m.

Mo Xiaobei and Zhang Xiaonan woke up together.

Big eye to big eye.

"Xiaobei." The little ball called softly, "Mom."

Mo Xiaobei was not prepared. She was still a child, but when xiaowanzi leaned against her arms and called her mother, her heart hurt.

This is her child, the child born to Zhang Boyan

In my head, some pieces slipped.

Over New York, helicopters, birthday cakes, and ferris wheels——

There are so many pieces that she can't spell it. Her head hurts.

But it didn't hurt for a while. Two little fat hands rubbed her head. The soft and cute voice was more like coaxing her: "Mom, it won't hurt if you help knead it."

Mo Xiaobei looked down at the little guy. The little guy bowed his head and leaned against her arms: "it doesn't matter if mom can't remember. Xiaobei remembers that Xiaobei is her mother."

After all, xiaowanzi is a child of six or seven years old. At this moment, she sobbed and cried, which made Mo Xiaobei at a loss, but she still clumsily patted the little guy on the back and tried to coax him.

"Good, don't cry." Her vocabulary is also very limited.

The little meatball sobbed and opened her pajamas, ate it and closed her eyes contentedly.

What she wants is this feeling. Only when she eats it can she feel at ease and fall asleep safely in her mother's arms.

[6:20 ~ ~]