Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She withdrew from his arms and looked into his eyes: "Dad said no period at most, if no period, he will never come back."

Zhang Boyan closed his eyes slightly. When he opened it again, he asked softly, "Xiao Bei, is he really so important to you?"

Mo Xiaobei pursed his lower lip——

It's not easy to live in Mo's house. It's so long. Only the warmth of Mo Ruhai has accompanied her for many years.

She first nodded her head and said hastily, "Zhang Boyan, I won't embarrass you."

Zhang Boyan's heart sank like water.

This little fool!

It's all like this. She's afraid to embarrass him.

There were many things he wanted to say to her, such as the feelings between them, but it was inappropriate at this time.

After all, he didn't ask. He just held her in his arms again and patted her on the back like a child.

In his warm arms, she cried quietly, which made his heart disordered.

That hard heart, sour and astringent, is very uncomfortable.

Night, deep.

Finally, he coaxed her to sleep. Zhang Boyan sat by the bed and looked at her quiet face quietly.

He knew her pain, but there was nothing he could do.

For the first time, Zhang Boyan felt powerless——

He can't help her against his will!

But if he didn't help her and looked at her sad, he felt even worse.

After watching this for a long time, he finally got up, quietly went to the study, sat down, took a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, and smoked faintly

He smoked like this, and at two o'clock in the morning, the door of the study creaked open.

Zhang Boyan raised his eyes, his eyes slightly cool.

At the door stood Mo Xiaobei, wearing moon white pajamas and holding a pillow in his hand.

He recognized that it was his pillow.

Instantly, his throat seemed to be blocked, Sandy and dumb: "Xiao Bei, why don't you sleep?"

She looked at him in a small voice, "I can't sleep."

Then he walked slowly over. He just lifted her and sat on his lap.

Mo Xiaobei threw his small body into his arms, still holding the pillow, green silk scattered on his shoulders, unspeakable tenderness.

Her little face was clear and gorgeous, and put it on his shoulder, "Zhang Boyan, why don't you sleep?"

He stroked her long hair in a low voice, "I can't sleep either."

She said nothing but put her head on his shoulder and quietly.

Zhang Boyan held her little hand in a low voice, "hands and feet are so cold, I'll take you back to the bedroom."

She put her little hand around his neck and silently refused.

He had no choice but to whisper, "be good."

"Don't be good!" It's rare that she doesn't obey. The whole person clings to him.

Zhang Boyan looked down at the little girl in his arms and said in a low voice for a long time: "then I'll sleep with you, huh?"

She was silent, and her little face rubbed against his neck, agreeing.

Her appearance was killing him, and his whole heart couldn't rest.

Once determined for so long, she was vulnerable in front of her.

He took her back to the bedroom, lay in his clothes and put her in his arms.

Her little face was buried in his neck, and her breath was hot.

He patted her on the back and coaxed her patiently.

Night, very deep.

Two beating hearts slowly tend to synchronize.

She lay soft in his arms and suddenly whispered, "Zhang Boyan, do you also have a very important person?"

His facial muscles trembled slightly, then he lowered his head and lost his voice: "yes!"