Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu ran was shocked by his word "thorough".

Half a ring, she said, "your plan is to use me desperately in the past two years and kick it away when you don't need it, right?"

Tang Yao frowned, "do you think so?"

He leaned on the back of the chair, rubbed his fingers against his good-looking chin and smiled: "Fu ran, you are really the smartest in the Fu family."

He turned his head and looked deeply: "but you met me!"

He didn't say anything, but vaguely heard him say, "if you don't want to, a woman is willing to go to my villa bed and wait for me. You decide for yourself, huh? "

Fu Ran's small mouth bit very tight and wanted to slap him again.

But she dare not!

She was not so foolish as to think that Tang Yao would indulge her like this.

Her choice was not to answer.

Sometimes silence is consent.

Tang Yao chuckled, and the black sports car drove slowly

……

Zhang Yuan.

When Mo Xiaobei woke up, it was noon.

She opened her eyes and saw Zhang Boyan sitting on the opposite sofa, taking medicine on his upper body.

She blinked, looked around and remembered everything about last night.

Although she was angry about what he had done to her, she got up and silently walked to him, took what he had in his hand, and then changed his dressing.

She was still wearing that wide bathrobe and looked very petite.

Zhang Boyan's eyes were deep, staring at her, suddenly stretched out his arm and picked her up.

She knelt directly in his arms, and his two legs sat apart one by one, so she sat between his body... A very shameful posture.

Mo Xiaobei's eyes were watery and looked at him

He said in a low voice, "change the medicine and go down to eat. It's already a little."

She pursed her lower lip and didn't think about the story behind that 'little bit'.

She was nimble and quickly changed the medicine for him and wrapped it up.

"Much better. It should be able to reduce the swelling tomorrow." She said softly and then wanted to step back.

His arm crossed her waist and stopped her.

Mo Xiaobei raised his eyes, "Zhang Boyan?"

"I don't want to get better so soon!" He looked at her with a slow voice: "Mo Xiaobei, if this injury can keep you, I hope it will never get better."

She froze.

For a while, I didn't know what to say.

There are more and more ambiguous factors floating in the air, as if they were going to explode at any time.

She finally found her voice, but it was very difficult: "Zhang Boyan..."

He interrupted her, his expression was unbearable: "Mo Xiaobei, don't say those impossible, you just tell me, do you love me?"

She was stunned again.

The little mouth pursed, and there was nothing in his eyes except what to do.

The body shrunk, but the palm of her waist slowly pulled her closer... She also felt his change.

Obviously talking about love, but he wants to be a love again... Are men like this?

She knelt in his arms, her straight black hair scattered disorderly on her shoulders, and her little face was as beautiful as a picture.

Especially a pair of slightly swollen small mouths, slightly cocked up, like waiting for his kiss

Zhang Boyan kissed and kissed her, kissed her shallowly, nibbled at the corners of her mouth and asked, "tell me, do you love me?"

Mo Xiaobei's whole body was shaking. She wanted not to open her face, but the next second his palm held her small chin, his clear eyes locked her, and didn't let go of any change in her expression