Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She looked up and smiled softly, "Zhang Boyan, I'm going to New York soon, aren't I?"

When she finished, Zhang Boyan closed the magazine and put it aside. His eyes quietly fell on her face: "yes."

"I should thank you. Can I see my father go in with my own eyes?" There was also a touch of moisture in her eyes.

Zhang Boyan was still sitting, a little motionless: "Xiaobei!"

Mo Xiaobei sucked his nose and looked at him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry."

His eyes stared at her unfathomably. For a long time, he said in a low voice, "just know it's anger."

Then he got up and stretched out his palm to her.

Mo Xiaobei looked up at him. The crystal light shone into her eyes and reflected a little starlight.

She didn't move, and Zhang Boyan was not angry, so she stood and stretched out her hands.

Finally, Mo Xiaobei couldn't hold his breath and said softly, "I'll get up myself."

Before he got up, he said, "don't you want to pull your hand? Xiao Bei, are you angry? "

She hung her head, took his hand and got up. "No."

"Really?" His eyes looked deep in the light and his voice was faint: "if not, kiss me now."

The next second, her body fell into his arms and was close to him.

Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes. "Zhang Boyan?"

"Kiss me and I'll believe it." His voice is irresistible.

She looked at him with trembling red lips and a hoarse voice: "Zhang Boyan."

He bowed his head and put his thin lips on the corner of her mouth: "you can't even lie, fool!"

Then he let her go and walked to the restaurant.

Mo Xiaobei still stood there, half a ring before humming: "I'm not a fool!"

"It's a little fool." Fuber said with a smile, not knowing where he came from.

Mo Xiaobei: "

At dinner, because of this short paragraph, it became more harmonious.

Out of revenge, Mo Xiaobei took several pieces of pork and put them in his bowl.

"Childish!" Zhang glanced at her, but he ate all the streaky meat.

Mo Xiaobei stared at him and ate slowly.

Zhang Boyan has been very busy recently. He went upstairs and processed documents for two hours in his study. When he returned to the master bedroom, it was already 11 p.m.

There is only a small night light in the bedroom, and Mo Xiaobei has fallen asleep.

Zhang Boyan closed the door, stood by the door, stared at her, and unbuttoned his shirt.

When he finished, he walked straight towards the bathroom.

When he came out, he was lying beside her in his bathrobe.

The palm held her slender waist, and the thin lip touched her neck: "Beibei..."

Her body stiffened for a moment, and then she whispered, "I'm a little tired and don't want to do it."

Zhang Boyan put his face on her shoulder and smiled silently, "well, have a good sleep."

Her escape is obvious.

Although he didn't want her, he didn't let her go and kept holding her in his arms.

For a long time, Mo Xiaobei couldn't help protesting: "it's a little hot."

As soon as his hand was released, she moved to the bedside

He didn't force it, but said quietly, "Xiao Bei, do you feel uncomfortable even holding you now?"

With that, he opened the quilt, got up and went straight to the door.

Mo Xiaobei sat up and bit his lip: "Zhang Boyan."

His body stopped: "I'll go to the study for a cigarette."

After a pause, he said, "go to bed first!"

She sat in the dim light, watched him open the door and go out, and gently brought the door

The whole body is a little cold.