Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei felt a little pain and a strange feeling, but it was up to her.

At this time, there was another person at the head of the bed, followed by an astringent voice: "I asked for leave for her class today. This will not be an example."

Mo Xiaobei raised his eyes, and then hurriedly wanted to cover his body, but the little guy in his arms hummed discontentedly and buried it in her arms.

Mo Xiaobei bit his lips and dared not move again, but his face was red.

Zhang Boyan sat by the bed and reached out to touch her little face. "I've seen it many times last night. I'm still shy?"

Mo Xiaobei's face became more and more red. He stared at him for a while. His voice was like a mosquito: "can you move this little thing to the side?"

"No!" Zhang Boyan chuckled: "she, like me, has been waiting for a long time."

Mo Xiaobei couldn't look straight at this and stared at him.

Zhang Boyan began to get down to business: "something happened in the old house last night. I'll go back and deal with it later."

He thought about it. Xiaobei and xiaowanzi wouldn't go there. The scene wouldn't be very good.

Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes: "what's the matter?"

He reached out his hand and touched her little face. He lost his voice and said, "there's nothing important."

He thought about it and said, 'my mother is with fuber.'

Mo Xiaobei's eyes opened more round. It took him a long time to ask, "is that what I think?"

Zhang Boyan stretched out his hand to straighten her hair and smiled, "that's what I mean."

She didn't say a word and buried her face in the pillow. Zhang Boyan squeezed it with some love and said in a dumb voice, "get up at noon and eat with small balls. I may not be back until three or four o'clock in the afternoon."

She let out a cry and looked at him with her head on the pillow.

At this time, she needs to adapt to her new identity, that is, his wife.

Her eyes were more tender than before.

Zhang Boyan naturally felt that he wanted to stay, but the old man over there was probably angry.

He drove to Shanshui residence by himself. He talked for a whole noon and afternoon. It was almost six o'clock when he came back.

He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa and asked his servants, "where are Xiaobei and Zhang Xiaonan?"

The servant smiled and said, "dig soil in the backyard and plant small trees."

Zhang Boyan shook his head, but still walked quickly towards the backyard.

Mo Xiaobei was indeed there, and together with Zhang Xiaonan, the two were wearing thick pajamas with messy hair. They were lying there and digging hard.

He walked over, picked up Mo Xiaobei and sat down on the bench, disgusted and patted off the soil on her: "how old are you, Mo Xiaobei, still playing with such childish things?"

She sat on his lap. "You can play with small balls!"

He glanced at the little guy and slowly said, "can you be the same as her? How old is xiaowanzi? How old are you, Mo Xiaobei? "

She was so unconvinced, 'I'm only 20.'

Zhang Boyan smiled and put his hand on his chin. "You didn't play this when you were 20 years old."

"What do I play?" She stared at him.

Zhang Boyan unbuttoned his shirt cufflinks, pulled them up and smiled gently: "on the night of your 20th birthday, you began to play different things."

She blushed because she knew what he meant.

Zhang always held her in his arms, patted off the dirt for her, smiled and said, "our family is going to have a wedding."

"Faber and your mother?" She put her hand around his neck and vomited.