Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhang Boyan just opened his eyes and felt that his arms were empty.

A slight sound came from the direction of the dressing room.

He opened the quilt and walked straight towards the dressing room. When he got to the door, he saw Mo Xiaobei pulling a suitcase and packing.

He recognized that it was the box she brought when she moved into Zhangyuan

Don't know why, his heart is heavy, walked over and took her hand, "how to clean up by himself?"

Mo Xiaobei raised his eyes, looked at him quietly, and whispered for a long time: "will you help me clean up?"

Zhang Boyan held her hand and didn't move.

It was clear that she would leave these days, but he didn't want to prepare her luggage. Maybe he subconsciously didn't want her to leave.

"Xiao Bei, will you hate me?" He reached out and rubbed her long hair.

She shook her head.

Zhang Boyan smiled: "then I'll help you clean up."

She refused without thinking: "I'll do it myself."

But his hand still held her and wouldn't let her move.

"Zhang Boyan." She looked at him. "I can do it myself."

"I said, I'll come." He insisted.

Immediately, he picked her up, put her on the small sofa on the side of the dressing room, let her sit, and went to clean up for her.

When I started, I found that all the things in her box were brought by her. He bought nothing for her.

Zhang Boyan's eyes stared for a long time before he took out a large suitcase from the cabinet on the other side and helped her pack things.

"It's cold in winter in New York." He looked at her and loaded her with a thick coat, a coat and some accessories he bought for her.

When he loaded it like this, naturally a box couldn't fit, so he pulled out another box with amazing size.

Mo Xiaobei jumped off the sofa and ran over. "Zhang Boyan, I just need to get on the chassis. I can buy some things in New York."

She paused for a moment and smiled gently at him: "you pretend like this, so that I don't seem to come back forever."

Zhang Boyan raised his eyes and looked at her: "really, Xiaobei?"

He pulled up his suitcase and said quietly, "if you don't come back, I won't come back together."

Her eyes paused for a while and said softly, "Zhang Boyan, can you do it?"

For a moment, she wanted to ask him: Zhang Boyan, can I, can you? Let's leave together and don't come back. Can you?

She knew he couldn't. If he could, he wouldn't make her sad.

Some things, some positions, she understands, but sometimes, the position is the position, and will not change because of understanding

He is, and so is she.

Zhang Boyan's eyes fell quietly on her face and looked for a long time, as if he could see through her soul.

For a long time, he smiled lightly, "fool."

Mo Xiaobei has that look in his eyes, disillusioned.

She also smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She said, "Zhang Boyan, in fact, sometimes I want to be stupid."

Last time, Lu Ze didn't make her stupid. This time, she wanted to be stupid, but he was so sober.

Zhang Boyan, have you always been so sober?

Always awake, will you be very tired?

And will I become as tired as you in the future?

She smiled gently and stopped him from adding more luggage for her, "enough, Zhang Boyan, there are already a lot of..."

He looked at her. "It's a special plane."

"You'll see me, won't you?" She pressed back. "I'm not going to come back."

Zhang Boyan didn't take it anymore. He smiled gently, "yes, he will come back."

After that, they looked at each other and didn't speak for a long time.

The morning light came in and covered their whole body with a faint glow, which seemed much softer.

Mo Xiaobei's eyes fell quietly on Zhang Boyan's face. For a long time, she approached slowly, threw it into his arms and hugged his waist with her small hand.