Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The night came, and the lights were shining on all sides.

Far away, a black sports car stopped at the gate of Zhangyuan, and a slender figure stood beside the car, submerged in the night,

Zhang Boyan looked up and drank a mouthful of red wine. His thin lips floated with a faint smile. After putting down the glass, he turned around and went downstairs towards the door.

When the guard saw Zhang Boyan, he was surprised: "Mr. Zhang?"

"Open the door." Zhang Boyan's voice was calm.

The Black Gate slid open in front of him. He went out and looked at Tang Yao outside.

Tang Yao still leaned on the sports car to smoke, and there were a pile of cigarette butts under his feet. He quietly watched Zhang Boyan come with his elegance: "where's Xiaobei?"

"Drunk and asleep." Zhang Boyan stood still. "Tang Yao, is that how you protect her? Send her to me again and again? "

Tang Yao smiled bitterly, "you know how important Mo Ruhai is to her. I can't stop her."

"Then you know better. Even if she sleeps with me, I won't help Mo Ruhai!" Zhang Boyan drooped his eyes. "Look after her in the future. Don't let her run around."

He said that and went back.

Tang Yao whispered behind him, "really? Don't you help her when you sleep? "

He spit out three words: "I don't believe it!"

Zhang Boyan slowly turned back and left Tang Yao with a cold profile. His tone was indifferent: "you and I all know that we can't control our feelings."

Tang Yao tightened his breath: "I can't help it! Because I have an inseparable family relationship with her, but Zhang Boyan, what about you? "

"Me?" Zhang Boyan lowered his eyes, stroked his forehead for a long time and smiled gently.

He didn't answer Tang Yao's words, but walked slowly into the black carved gate. His back was more noble than the moonlight and hid more secrets than this thick night.

Tang Yao took a hard smoke. He was transparent in front of Zhang Boyan, but he didn't know what Zhang Boyan thought.

He closed his eyes and opened them with pain——

The greatest pain in the world is not that you can't love like Zhang Boyan, but like Tang Yao... No matter how much you pay, it will only be in vain in the end.

Zhang Boyan returned to the master bedroom on the second floor. The sleeping little guy didn't sleep honestly. The quilt was kicked off. He held a pillow in his hand, his palm sized face was buried in the pillow, and his two little feet were holding the pillow

The painting style made him sigh gently.

He lay down and took out the pillow in her hand. The little drunk cat immediately took him as a pillow and wrapped him around.

Covered with a thin quilt, he looked down at his Hun Huai. His black hair wrapped around him. There were several threads around his neck, itching

He pressed her little face and said softly, "Beibei, are you obedient?"

She gave a vague hum, and then she pestered him more tightly.

He lowered his eyes, with a hint of depth in his eyes——

What a heartless little thing!

……

Early in the morning, Mo Xiaobei woke up with a splitting headache. His curled eyelashes trembled gently and opened his eyes slowly——

Into the eyes, it is a solid male body.

Male body... Lean?

Mo Xiaobei stared blankly at the man's exquisite clavicle, his eyes moved up, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly

"Wake up?" Zhang Boyan's voice carries the sexual feeling of men getting up in the morning.

Mo Xiaobei looked at him, rubbed his messy long hair with his fingers and frowned: "how did I sleep here?"

Suddenly, she sat up and opened the quilt——