Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan sneered: "yes, it's still husky."

Mo Xiaobei's small mouth pursed and didn't speak again.

He looked at her for a while and his eyes were softer: "I'll take you to take a bath. It'll be more comfortable."

"I don't want it!" She speaks quickly.

Zhang Boyan stared at her: "Mo Xiaobei, where are you that I haven't seen, huh?"

She was silent.

For a long time, he sighed and took her to the bathroom regardless of her wishes.

Put her in front of the washing table and whispered, "take care of yourself. I'll take you back later." Then he withdrew.

In the bathroom, Mo Xiaobei looked at the woman in the mirror and was a little stunned.

Is this her?

The hair is messy, the red lips are slightly swollen, and the eyes are blurred with longing

She felt a little ashamed. She lay down in front of the washing table and frantically threw her small face with cold water to calm herself.

Fluttering, she couldn't help crying.

Why... Does she like Zhang Boyan?

If she didn't like it, she wouldn't feel so bad now.

Zhang Boyan is a poison. The deeper she loves, the more ashamed and painful she will be.

She slipped slowly and leaned in front of the flow table. She cried like a child

Zhang Boyan stood at the bathroom door and looked at her quietly.

He slowly approached, squatted beside her and held her in his arms, "Beibei, do I make you uncomfortable?"

Her face rested on his shoulder, her little hand clenched her fist and beat silently.

Her unspeakable words were her embarrassment.

"Xiao Bei, stop crying." He coaxed her, but the more coaxed, the more she cried.

Zhang Boyan kissed her on the cheek and coaxed her like a child: "I kissed you, Beibei, don't cry, huh?"

She's still crying.

He took her to the flow table and began to kiss her thoroughly... Slowly down.

Her fingers grabbed his shoulder and made two long marks on his shirt.

He raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "do you feel uncomfortable? Huh? "

"No." Her voice was very fragile, and her small face turned aside, "Zhang Boyan, don't do it again."

He looked up at the beautiful scenery in the mirror, gently hugged her and kissed her, "Xiao Bei, don't cry, I won't embarrass you."

Just hold her like a long time, like a long time.

After half an hour, she was finally calm. Zhang Boyan settled down and she slept on the sofa in the living room.

When Mo Xiaobei was ready to go to bed, he thought of Fu ran.

In the dark, she took her cell phone and dialed Fu Ran's phone, but there, it was turned off

She was worried, so she dialed it to Tang Yao.

It was already twelve o'clock at night.

The phone rang a few times and Tang Yao picked it up.

Mo Xiaobei asked softly, "has Ranran gone home?"

Over there, night bar.

Tang Yao looked at Fu ran, who obviously drank a little too much, and smiled lightly: "send it home."

"That's good. Good night." Mo Xiaobei soon hung up.

Tang Yao held a cigarette and stared at Fu ran, who was as drunk as a kitten, "Xiaobei's phone."

Fu ran was lying on the table with his eyes slightly charming looking at Tang Yao, "I heard you say you sent me home..."

She put her hand around his neck and exhaled, "you lied to Xiao Bei."

Tang Yao's eyes are unfathomable and have a profound meaning she doesn't understand.

She looked up at him, her red lips trembling.

Tang Yao lowered his head slightly, brushed her thin lips, and asked softly, "you like me, huh?"

"Yes!" Fu ran smiled gently and took a bold bite on his lips: "how about you? Will you like others except Xiaobei?"

Maybe this sentence detonated all his