Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei silently followed Zhang Boyan into the car. The car was very low-key, black Maybach.

After getting on the bus, Zhang Boyan stopped talking and was probably still annoyed.

Mo Xiao Bei secretly make complaints about it. He is only 28 years old but living like an old man.

He didn't speak and she didn't speak. She just curled her little feet in the back seat and played with her fingers.

In the dark carriage, a small section of her calf was white and smooth, and each little toe was so lovely and neatly placed on the dark seat cushion.

And she is so provocative, but she doesn't know it.

Zhang Boyan looked at her sideways, his fingers clenched gently, but his voice was hoarse. He said to Zhang Hua driving in front, "drive slowly."

Zhang Huadun answered, "Mr. Zhang, the speed is 40 per hour." This is already very slow.

Zhang Boyan didn't speak any more. He just closed his eyes slightly and opened them again later. "Put on your shoes."

Mo Xiaobei was stunned for a moment. Then he said oh and put on his shoes.

Later, he ignored her.

Half an hour later, the car drove to Zhangyuan. When the black RV drove into the black carved gate, the lights of the whole villa lit up instantly, like day.

The car went round the small garden and stopped on the lawn in front of the main house.

Zhang Hua stopped the car and heard Zhang Boyan's faint mouth: "go back first!"

Zhang Hua glanced at Mo Xiaobei and smiled, "see you tomorrow! Goodbye, Miss mo. "

Mo Xiaobei still sat in the back seat and nodded.

When Zhang Hua left, Zhang Boyan sat up slightly, "don't you get off yet?"

He had opened the door and got out of the car, and she got out of the car directly from his side. He just held the door.

Zhang Boyan glanced at her and didn't care about her.

He went directly to the main house, and Mo Xiaobei hurriedly followed him. However, he didn't go to the study, but went directly into the main bedroom.

Mo Xiaobei stopped at the door.

"Why don't you come in?" Zhang Boyan turned his head and stared at her coldly.

Mo Xiaobei looked at the masculine bedroom and sipped his mouth: "this is your bedroom."

He looked at her quietly: "is there a problem?"

Mo Xiaobei... "No."

Zhang Boyan went to the bar on the side of the bedroom and took out a red wine and four crystal goblets.

He sat on the sofa, put the red wine and glass on the small table, and filled a glass of red wine, just four cups full.

He poured the wine very slowly, and Mo Xiaobei's heart jumped when he saw it.

Zhang Boyan raised his eyes and looked at Mo Xiaobei who was still pestling there with a faint look: "this is a bottle you owe in the night."

Mo Xiaobei looked at four glasses full of red wine and looked at Zhang Boyan.

"Don't you want to beg me?" His voice was very inhumane: "after drinking this, please come back to me."

Mo Xiaobei suddenly remembered what he asked in the bar. Who was that glass of wine for? At that time, she said it was for Mr. Zhang. He seemed to be relieved... It didn't. He wanted to go back to Zhang garden to torture her!

"I don't drink!" Her little temper came up and turned away her little face.

Zhang Boyan didn't force her, but his voice was lighter: "this wine is for Tang Yao! You want to know whether to drink or not! "

Mo Xiaobei suddenly turned back and stared at him, "you're mean!"

She is not a fool. His meaning is clear. If she doesn't drink, he will deal with Tang Yao and the Tang family!

He didn't get angry about her rudeness. He still leaned lazily on the sofa, "isn't it?"

He reached out and pressed the inside line, "Fubo, send Miss Mo..."

Before he finished, Mo Xiaobei pressed it rudely——