Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Upstairs, Zhang Xiaonan's bedroom is not as strange as Lin huaifeng imagined. It's a warm nest full of girls' breath. There are even two lovely plush toys on the bed.

Lin huaifeng sat on the soft bed and reached out to touch the cherry powder sheet: "that's why you live outside by yourself? Uncle and aunt can't accept your hobby? "

He remembered that the furnishings in her villa were completely different from here, and the sheets were also the black of the devil.

This is probably the real Zhang Xiaonan.

In fact, he is a little distressed. If Zhang Boyan and Mo Xiaobei don't have another child, does Zhang Xiaonan have to accept elite education like Tang Yao or even harder to be the successor of Boyi.

In fact, Lin huaifeng thinks too much. Even if he doesn't have a son, Zhang Boyan won't force his little girl to dig earth with Fu Bo since he was a child. Tang Nianchen has been an elite for a long time. Xiao Wanzi is still digging earth. Fortunately, he went to archaeology instead of Lanxiang.

After he asked, Zhang Xiaonan looked at him: "you think too much. It doesn't conflict. Everyone has his own heart."

Then he gave him another meaningful look.

Lin huaifeng himself is not the same. He looks serious on the face. In fact, he is rude and obscene in private.

Zhang Xiaonan thought of how he treated himself that night, so she bit her lip and stared at him. Then she slowly put down the ointment and changed it into a small bottle of bruised wine.

She came over, sat beside him and patted the soft bed: "lie down."

Lin huaifeng looked at her.

"I'll wipe your medicine, take off your sweater and shirt, and lie down." Zhang Xiaonan poked his finger on his arm, and unexpectedly felt that thin layer of muscle, containing strength.

She remembered how powerful he was when he held her.

Hum, Sven is just his appearance, but he is savage in his bones.

Zhang Xiaonan said, and Lin huaifeng took off his thin sweater and then his shirt.

His figure is very good, his skin is very white, but it will not make people feel thin, but very compact.

Zhang xiaowanzi's face was a little red. He bit his lips and gently touched his fingers on the wound behind him. Lin huaifeng sobbed like a cat stepped on his tail.

Zhang Xiaonan smiled and deliberately poked again.

"Deliberately?" He turned his head and asked her.

Zhang Xiaonan hummed, "am I so mean?"

"You drugged me before. It's not mean to take off my clothes?" Lin huaifeng rubbed his head against the pillow and smelled a faint smell, which was the smell of Zhang Xiaonan.

He said hoarsely, "who uploaded the picture to the campus network?"

"Not me anyway." Zhang Xiaonan poured some medicinal wine and put it on the wound on his back, "I'm not so abnormal."

Lin huaifeng's voice with a smile: "if you say you are not so generous, I think I will be very happy."

After that, he was not happy. With a dull hum, he was in pain like a broken bone and tendon.

He endured for a while and then said quietly, "who says you're not abnormal."

Said, unexpectedly pulled her back from behind, and didn't care if the medicinal wine in her hand spilled down.

In the twinkling of an eye, she was pressed under her body by him.

Lin huaifeng's fingers gently stroked her lips, with a rustling voice: "is it intentional? I hurt you that night, so you hurt me now?"

Zhang Xiaonan was a little dizzy and stammered, "what are you talking about? What does it hurt? "