Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Her little face was almost deformed in his arms, and it became difficult to speak: "Zhang Boyan..."

Zhang Boyan held her, put his jaw on the top of her hair and whispered, "Xiao Bei, let me hold her for a while."

She obediently didn't move any more. She just asked softly, "how did you hurt?"

"Accidentally hit it." He said in a low voice and closed his eyes slightly.

Mo Xiaobei spit out his tongue: "how stupid."

She raised her eyes with difficulty: "let go of me. I'll wrap it up for you."

He lowered his eyes, his eyes unfathomable, but slowly released her.

Mo Xiaobei climbed out of bed and ran towards the door. When he opened the door, he saw the medicine box at the door. When he brought it in, he said, "it must have been put by Fubo. He cares about you very much."

Zhang Boyan leaned against the bed and looked at her deeply.

She was dressed in pink home clothes, carrying a small medicine box and kneeling beside him carefully.

She opened the medicine box, cleaned the wound and bandaged him skillfully... So skillful that Zhang Boyan was a little distressed.

He grabbed her arm and whispered, "Xiao Bei..."

She seemed to know what he was going to ask, sucked her nose, looked up and smiled carelessly at him: "I bumped a lot when I was a child, so I learned how to wrap it."

She fixed the gauze for him. "If it hurts your arm, I can tie a beautiful bow for you."

Zhang Boyan looked at her all the time. Finally, he could only hold her in his arms and let her stick to his heart, "Xiao Bei, I'm late."

That's why she suffered so much.

Mo Xiaobei leaned in his arms, listened to his heartbeat and smiled, "it doesn't matter. I'm not good now."

She got up and looked at the gauze on his forehead: "you look much better now."

Zhang Boyan still leaned there with a hoarse voice: "it's good now?"

"Well, it's more people-friendly. It's not that cold. " Mo Xiaobei smiled: "it looks like an aunt's towel."

Zhang Zong's face is very dark.

Mo Xiaobei vomited at him, then rubbed his little stomach, "I'm so hungry."

Then he got up and said, "go downstairs for dinner."

Mo Xiaobei gave a cry and was naturally held by him.

When they both went downstairs, Fubo, who was waiting below, breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately opened his eyes to the boss, "young master!"

The gauze on the young master's forehead is well wrapped, but the shape is really... If the wound exudes some blood again, Fubo feels that he doesn't dare to see the picture.

Small eyes threw at Mo Xiaobei: Naughty Again, isn't it?

However, I always feel guilty about the little guy. I drank sleeping pills and slept for a while. I should be very hungry now.

Fu Bo hurried to have the dinner ready. Zhang Boyan and Mo Xiaobei had their own worries.

After dinner, Mo Xiaobei went back to his room to take a bath, wore a bathrobe in the style of a little rabbit, and found Zhang Boyan in his study.

He sat on the sofa smoking.

Mo Xiaobei directly took the cigarette from his hand and pressed it off: "don't smoke when you're injured."

"How can you be so delicate!" Zhang Boyan smiled lightly, but he didn't smoke any more.

Looking at her quietly, she whispered for a long time: "Xiaobei."

"Yes." She answered and sat obediently in his arms. With a set of little rabbit clothes, she looked very clever and lovely.