Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan didn't make a sound, but reached out and stroked her little face.

She rubbed his palm and hugged his waist with her small hand, looking very dependent.

He smiled and Wen said, "sleep, Xiaobei."

"If you're not angry, I'll go to bed." She spoke in a soft voice, some rogue.

He stared at her.

Mo Xiaobei looked at him and sipped his mouth.

He took her little face and said in a dumb voice, "you're going to eat me, aren't you?"

She buried her little face in his arms, gave a soft hum, and then he patted her hard.

Mo Xiaobei just wanted to talk, and there was a heavy thunder outside.

Is it thunder?

How can there be thunder in winter?

One after another, it was terrible and rumbled.

She was buried in Zhang Boyan's arms and looked at the direction of the French window. It was an endless thick night outside.

She suddenly remembered Shen Ru's appearance before he died. Her body trembled and her small hand hugged his waist.

Rain, falling one by one, wet the whole black world.

"I'm afraid." At present, Mo Xiaobei's eyes are stained with a layer of water light.

Her voice was very light: "am I bad? I knew she wanted to attack me. I deliberately offered her a chance... I gave her a chance and let her die so soon. "

Her pupils are a little scattered and helpless.

"No." Zhang Boyan sighed low, and his big palm hugged the little body tightly and pressed it in his arms.

He even kissed her to soothe her restless soul.

She was always afraid. After being kissed by him for a long time, she finally put her mouth together and let him kiss

Outside, it was still night and thunder, and Shen Ru's death still left a shadow in her heart.

It's just that his night warms a lot.

dawn.

The rain stopped, and everything looked particularly spiritless after a night of heavy rain.

There was a knock at the door of the master bedroom.

Zhang Boyan frowned, gently let go of the villain in his arms, put on a black nightgown and went out.

Outside is Fu Bo, whispering: "Mo Nansheng is making trouble at the door, arguing to find Xiaobei. It's nothing, but there are several reporters."

"I see. I'll go down later." Zhang Boyan said quietly.

Fuber nodded, "then I'll go down first and be steady."

Zhang Boyan immediately changed into a regular suit and looked at Mo Xiaobei before going out.

She slept soundly with the quilt in her arms. He smiled lightly. Then he went downstairs and went straight to the gate of Zhangyuan.

There are at least twenty or thirty small journalists with long guns and short guns outside. There are a lot of battles.

Zhang Boyan walked slowly, and the black door opened in front of him

Mo Nansheng looks very embarrassed.

The hair is scattered and tangled, and a face is not as delicate as usual, or even rough.

Swollen eyes, she stared at Zhang Boyan: "I want to see Mo Xiaobei."

"She's still sleeping." Zhang Boyan's tone was faint: "what happened yesterday left a shadow in her heart. She may not be able to come out in a short time."

Mo Nansheng smiled and smiled with tears: "psychological shadow? Zhang Boyan, you are really talking with empty mouth and white teeth. When was mo Xiaobei afraid? "

Zhang Boyan looked at the girl in front of him, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "what are you bringing these reporters for? Shen Ru wants to kill Xiaobei and finally commits suicide... Is Xiaobei wrong? Or can you let these reporters confuse black and white and say that Shen Ru was killed by Xiao Bei? "

[it's Monday, ask for a ticket ~ ~ in addition, thank you for your reward. There's another important thing to tell you, baa ~ ~ the demon recently raised a erha, named ~ ~ ~ Zhang Niuniu ~ ~ whose name sounds good ~ ~]