Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

After lunch, she went upstairs and lay down for a while, looking at her mobile phone for a long time.

Finally, I took my cell phone and dialed Zhang Boyan's number.

He quickly picked it up. There was some noise around him, as if he were with others.

Mo Xiaobei bit his lip and called him with a cry.

"What's the matter?" Over there, Zhang Boyan made a gesture to Ding Lei to continue the meeting. He went to the French window of the conference room and lowered his voice, "north?"

Mo Xiaobei shook his head carelessly: "nothing, just miss you."

He smiled warmly, "I'll get off work early today..."

As he spoke, he looked around the conference room and walked out, his voice becoming more and more gentle, "is it physical discomfort? Did you drink ginger tea? "

"Drink it." Mo Xiaobei bit his mouth: "I'm fine."

Zhang Boyan has walked to the door of his office. Ah may opens the door for him and hears the president say, "you're going to cry and say it's okay. Shall I come back with you now?"

The door closed in front of May.

Ah may, that envy, the President talked to Miss Mo like coaxing a child.

Just as his heart was relaxed, Zhang Boyan had opened the door and came out with his coat and car key in his hand.

May said, "is Zhang going back?"

I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to return, but Mr. Zhang stopped and paused: "Beibei is uncomfortable! You and Mr. Ding will explain later and let him call me. "

Ah may nodded and smiled: "OK, Mr. Zhang, I will remember."

In my heart, there is another wave: Beibei... Good crisp, why are good men other people's boyfriends!

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Zhang Boyan returned to Zhang Yuan only an hour later.

He opened the door and got out of the car. A long leg rushed for the mirror, and fuber ran over.

Zhang Boyan closed the door and asked, "where's Xiaobei?"

"Upstairs in the room." Fubo thought carefully: "it seems that you are unhappy today. Did you bully others, young master?"

Zhang Boyan threw his coat in Fubo's arms: "you think too much."

With that, he quickly walked upstairs, slowed down until he reached the bedroom door, and gently pushed the door open.

Mo Xiaobei was still lying, quietly as if he were asleep.

He felt a pain in his heart. He went over and sat by the bed, reaching out and gently stroking her little face.

She opened her eyes as if she had been awakened.

Zhang Boyan leaned over, gently hugged her, put his lips close to her hair and whispered, "what's the matter, Beibei? Is it painful? Shall I take you to the hospital? "

"No pain." She shook her head absently. "It's just a little uncomfortable."

He reached out and held her little head, kissed her shallowly, kissed her for a long time, looked at her eyes and said softly, "Xiao Bei can tell me."

Tell him?

Mo Xiaobei was distracted again

No, you can't tell him.

Tell him that he will be very difficult and he will hurt.

She didn't want him to hurt any more.

"No." She hugged his waist, buried her little face in his heart, and whispered in a clear and shallow voice: "it's just that she dreamed of Shen Ru and saw Nansheng yesterday, so she felt a little uncomfortable."

Zhang Boyan breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became softer: "is that why? Let our little north cry like a little fool. "

Mo Xiaobei shook his head and nodded again.

And he has been holding her, coaxing her, love as treasure.