Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan walked forward along her strength and smiled faintly: "your attitude today is completely different from the other day. Mo Xiaobei, did you do something sorry for me, huh? "

"How can I!" Mo Xiaobei spits out his tongue, presses him to his seat, and personally uncovers the two utensils on the table: "look, I made it."

Zhang Boyan looked at the two dishes and said quietly, "did you do it?"

He picked it with chopsticks and sent it to her mouth: "come on, try it."

Mo Xiaobei looked at him, his mouth moved and ate, and then his eyebrows frowned——

How salty!

"Isn't it delicious?" Zhang Boyan smiled faintly: "but Xiao Bei is so clever. I still want to praise him."

Her eyes were shining: "will you give me all the shares of Boyu and Huarui as soon as you are happy?"

Zhang Boyan blackened his face: "you think too much, Mo Xiaobei!"

Then he kissed her on the forehead: "this is a reward."

She reached out to touch her forehead and protested, "can I have some new ideas?"

Zhang Boyan rubbed her hair. "Tell me in advance where you want to kiss next time."

Mo Xiaobei snorted: "shameless."

He turned his head and looked at her. "I don't know which little shameless person is. He's making a noise to go for a while, but he's staying now!"

She stared at him.

Zhang Boyan smiled and recited it to himself.

Watching him skillfully prepare the ingredients, Mo Xiaobei ran over and said, "will you give me a small bowl?"

"Admit that you don't want face, and I'll give it to you." He looked at her and continued to cut silk, segments and pieces.

She looked at him with a hot eye and hugged him behind his back with a cry: "I don't want face... Can I do it?"

Zhang Boyan's head was sideways and his face was spoiled, "eat goods."

But he still prepared one more for her. When he was below, she held him in the back, put her small face on the sweater behind him, and murmured, "Zhang Boyan, I have something to say to you."

He was silent, but his heart hurt. He patted her little hand: "after dinner."

Then he turned his head and gave her a warm smile.

Mo Xiaobei looked at the warm smile and smiled shallowly.

She hugged him, rubbed her little face against her sweater and whispered, "are you angry with me?"

"About slapping me?" He smiled and continued: "if you want to compensate, it's not difficult."

She gave a cry and stuck it on his back.

Zhang Boyan's heart was wet: his little north was actually afraid, wasn't he?

He finished his meal and sat with her. She ate delicious and didn't look like she had had dinner at all.

Zhang Boyan couldn't help glancing.

Mo Xiaobei looked at him: "I don't eat well without you."

He smiled and rubbed her hair. "Then eat more."

She Oh again, buried herself in eating and drank the noodle soup.

Zhang Boyan smiled and lit a cigarette, "eat goods."

Then he took her upstairs to the door of the study. Mo Xiaobei pulled his clothes: "wait a minute."

He stood in the warm yellow light and looked at her.

She said uneasily, "wait for me."

Zhang Boyan said, "I'll wait for you in the study."

With that, his eyes looked at her deeply and firmly.

Mo Xiaobei smiled at him. The uneasiness in that smile made him heartache.