Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan simply looked at it and signed it.

After that, manager Li pointed out to Mo Xiaobei, asked her to sign, and gently explained: "after signing these, I'll go to handle them tomorrow, and I can arrive in about 24 hours."

Mo Xiaobei nodded and signed quickly.

Manager Li confirmed himself and smiled: "there's no problem. President Zhang and Miss Mo, I'll go first."

Zhang Boyan nodded.

Fubo, who was guarding the door, came to see off the guests and took him to the door considerately.

In the study, only Zhang Boyan and Mo Xiaobei were left.

He looked at her.

She lowered her head, took out a black diamond card from her bag and gently put it on the table in front of her. "Zhang Boyan, give this back to you."

He still sat where he was, and his eyes fell gently on her.

For a long time, he said, "Mo Xiaobei, you seem to have made up your mind to draw a line with me."

"Yes!" She raised her eyes: "General Zhang is good. Xiaobei can't afford it."

He put one arm aside at random and smiled: "I said, I can't afford it, and you can suffer it. Also, do you think you don't owe me if you give this back? "

There was a touch of sadness in her eyes. She bit her lips and slightly raised her small face: "I know that the Mo family owes the Zhang family two lives."

His expression seemed unbearable, and his voice was more severe: "what I said is between you and me."

She was stunned for a moment.

After thinking for a while, he whispered, "all the things brought to New York are here. Zhang can always be counted."

His eyes were slightly tight. "Mo Xiaobei, you really know how to annoy me."

"Mr. Zhang said this once tonight." She answered back.

And he stared at her. A moment later, he said in a cold voice, "get out."

For the first time, he was rude to her in language.

Mo Xiaobei got up, crossed him and walked towards the door of the study.

"You don't seem to miss it at all!" At the same time, he reached out and grabbed her little hand. Then, her body crashed into his arms.

It's solid and a little painful.

Mo Xiaobei wanted to get up from his arms, but she moved and heard his stuffy hum.

Out of a soft heart, she didn't struggle very seriously.

Immediately, she knew that people could not be too kind. Just like now, her hands were clasped behind him, and her body was folded into an angle of shame, like sending herself to enjoy in front of him.

She was angry: "Zhang Boyan!"

"Not Mr. Zhang or Mr. Zhang?" His thin lips pressed against her ears, with a strong sense of punishment.

Mo Xiaobei was ashamed and annoyed: "Zhang Boyan, what are you?"

"Think about it. What else did you take from me, huh?" His thin lips moved from the back of her neck to her lips and whispered.

Mo Xiaobei's body could not help shaking. She didn't want to experience what happened last night again.

That's too humiliating for her.

"You let go of me." She bit her lip and her voice was weak: "Zhang Boyan, if you do this again, I will fight back."

"OK, show me. Mo Xiaobei, as long as you sit down hard now, my legs will probably be useless. " His voice was deep and his eyes were unfathomable.

She could only stare at him in a daze. When she came back, her little face was not on the side: "Zhang Boyan, you bastard!"

He knew she couldn't.

"I'm an asshole, huh?" He said in a low voice, "Mo Xiaobei, you must have never seen me look like a real asshole."

Her eyes, staring at him, breathed disorderly.