Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When she got to the yard, a fresh breath came to her face. She turned her head and looked at Zhang Boyan: "it seems that I haven't seen the sun for a long time."

In fact, it's only three days, but these three days are as long as a lifetime for Mo Xiaobei.

She and he walked slowly down the wet and cold path to the backyard.

When winter comes, everything is depressed, but that rose grows very well.

Mo Xiaobei looked up and looked up at Zhang Boyan: "can you give me a pair of scissors? I want to cut a bunch of roses myself. "

Zhang Boyan quickly went to get it and reminded her, "be careful of the thorns of roses."

Although reminded, her little hand was pricked.

She gave a, wrinkled little face.

Zhang Boyan immediately squeezed out the blood beads between her fingers. When he was sure there was no problem, he pushed her aside: "it's stupid, I'll come!"

Mo Xiaobei, wrapped in a thick down jacket, stood aside and whispered, "you make me feel useless."

Zhang Boyan pruned the roses with gentle eyebrows and eyes. "Then tell me, what will you do?"

He squatted, and she squatted too. She hugged his arm with her small hand and whispered, "I will love you."

Zhang Boyan's hand paused, looked up at her and said in a low voice, "Mo Xiaobei, you're 666."

She didn't speak, just put her little face on his shoulder and be obedient.

Zhang Boyan looked at her, continued to trim the roses for her, made a beautiful bunch and handed it to her: "OK, do you like it?"

She held it in her arms, buried her pale little face in the petals and smelled, "I like it."

He got up, took her little hand and walked to a flower house, which he had prepared for her.

It's warm inside, and there are all kinds of roses, especially a small piece of rare black roses.

But Zhang Boyan never transplanted the red rose, and she didn't ask why.

Sitting on the bench, she looked at him sideways and said softly, "why don't you ask me about my shares?"

Zhang Boyan put the scissors aside and smiled: "have you decided?"

Mo Xiaobei's eyes were a little straight and his voice was lighter: "what if I choose to find out the truth?"

He looked at her quietly for a long time. His eyes were very gentle. He rubbed her hair for a long time, "then do it according to your decision."

Mo Xiaobei was a little confused. He chased him and asked, "you've been planning for so long. Don't you just want to get this 10%?"

Zhang Boyan's eyes were deeper and smiled, "who said I planned to get 10 percent?"

"Isn't it?" Mo Xiaobei suddenly felt his lips dry and unconsciously licked them.

His fingers gently touched her lips, and his tone was somewhat provocative, "Mo Xiaobei, you can think about it."

Her pale face floated a touch of light ruddy, and then she foolishly held his arm: "I can't think of it."

Zhang Boyan just smiled, hugged her and stayed in the warm greenhouse with her.

For a long time, she whispered, "do you really mind if I sell my shares to your mother?"

"Don't mind!" He said in a dumb voice, "as long as you don't feel wronged by marrying me."

What's married or not?

They don't talk about this topic now... Mo Xiaobei chooses to ignore it and stays quietly relying on him.

It was quiet, like they were the only two people left in the whole world.

However, the silence disappeared with the opening of Boyu's shareholders' meeting