Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan bowed his head, "get off at two stops and we'll walk over."

"Oh." She nodded obediently.

Zhang Boyan: "silly boy."

"I'm not a child." Mo Xiaobei hummed softly.

He just smiled, pressed her little head in his arms and kissed her.

When I got off the bus, the night became more and more charming.

Mo Xiaobei shouted and ran towards the front with his arm in his arms: "Zhang Boyan, hurry up."

There was a conniving smile on his face, "Mo Xiaobei, I have to learn to play young people's tricks when I'm old."

"Only 28 years old, how old!" She let go of him, took a few quick steps in the night, turned and walked backwards, and her waist green silk scattered disorderly on her shoulders, dancing in the night, making her little face more and more white and delicate.

And her expression is fresh and happy.

Zhang Boyan's heart was hot. His eyes were softer than the night. He only looked at his little girl all the time.

"Don't you feel old?" After taking a few quick steps, he grabbed her hand and put it in his palm.

Only in this way can he rest assured.

"Not old." Her voice was heard in the wind.

Maybe she had too much fun. She ran very fast and soon ran to the open-air playground.

At the ticket office, Mo Xiaobei held his waist on the side and said in a thin voice, "brother Boyan."

He glanced at her, then took a fifty dollar knife and put it in the palm of her hand.

"Not enough. I'll get it again." She ran over happily and turned around again. Her expression was unspeakably flexible: "Zhang Boyan, you buy me a doughnut."

Zhang Boyan looked around and many people were eating.

He smiled and soon found a place to buy it for her, but when he returned to where he was, he didn't find Mo Xiaobei.

Everywhere, not at all.

He his body froze and turned back slowly, so in the deepest place of neon, he saw his little north sitting on the merry go round. At night, he lifted her long hair, her eyebrows and eyes smiled curved, and her eyes looked like a starry morning.

His face, almost stiff, looked straight into her eyes.

Slowly, Mo Xiaobei's smile disappeared.

What's his matter?

Zhang Boyan quickly walked over, ignored the obstacles of others, strode up, dragged the little guy sitting on the horse into his arms and hugged him hard.

She was so strong that her little face was almost deformed.

Mo Xiaobei twisted his small face and cried uncomfortably, "Zhang Boyan, what's the matter?"

"Shut up!" His tone was not good enough to hold her in his arms.

His eyes closed slightly, and the whole man was still stiff to death.

At this time, the security guard of the amusement park came and drove people in rude English.

"I have tickets, I have tickets..." Mo Xiaobei raised his small face from Zhang Boyan's arms and took out the tickets.

The security guard with the nose of distiller's grains looked at them. He babbled a lot before leaving.

Mo Xiaobei looked up at Zhang Boyan, stretched out his small white finger and gently poked him in the heart: "look at you. You can't go abroad. You have to rely on me."

His eyes were so deep that he made her angry. He... Seemed to want to eat her.