Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When Mo Xiaobei woke up, it was already late at night.

When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by familiar things. She had returned to Zhangyuan.

Reason slowly revived, and she suddenly sat up——

children!

At this time, a deep voice sounded in front of the French window: "the child is still there."

She was stunned, looked up and saw Zhang Boyan standing in front of the French window.

His back was tall and straight, and his posture was always impeccable, but she felt that he was full of fatigue at this time.

When he turned slowly and his eyes fell deeply on her face, she instinctively guarded and curled up at the head of the bed.

Her eyes were like injured animals, with a little sharp.

He looked at her quietly for a while. Finally, he came and sat by the bed, reached out his hand and gently stroked her pale face, and said in a slow voice, "Lin Qian has been here. I've been in the rain for so long. Fortunately, I don't have a fever. "

She still looked at him, carefully.

Zhang Boyan smiled bitterly, "Xiao Bei, are you obedient?"

Her face changed slightly, and her voice was gentle: "obedience means losing children, doesn't it?"

Zhang Boyan didn't speak immediately and gently stroked her long soft hair.

This silence is difficult.

Mo Xiaobei raised his eyes and smiled bitterly: "can't the child stay?"

Her pupils had no focal length and eagerly looked for him: "Zhang Boyan, we are not brothers and sisters... We can have children."

She was about to cry and grabbed his arm with her little hand: "okay?"

He was silent. She was almost desperate. She cried and fell into his arms. Her small hand swung her fist and hit him hard on his shoulder, venting her grief.

Zhang Boyan let her vent and hugged her so that she wouldn't hurt herself.

When she had played enough and had no strength, he said in a calm voice, "Lin Qian said that the risk of having a child was 30 percent."

Mo Xiaobei was stunned, then raised his eyes and looked at him: "only 30%, isn't it?"

"Xiaobei!" His voice was stern.

She froze.

Because he had never spoken to her in such a severe tone.

Just as she was stunned, Zhang Boyan said slowly, "but I can't even bear the possibility of losing you."

Then he looked at her eyes.

Mo Xiaobei was in a trance again.

For a long time, she murmured, "but what about the child? Am I willing to give up the child?"

She raised her eyes and said, "Zhang Boyan, he (she) is our child, our..."

She cried out, "I'll listen to you in the future, as long as you let me be born... OK, OK?"

She cried like a child and his heart broke.

But he had no way to be soft hearted. He coaxed her with a gentle voice as far as possible: "Xiaobei, shall I accompany you in a few days?"

She raised her eyes quickly, and the sharpness in her eyes came back.

His little hand covered his little belly and his body moved back, "No. This is my child. Zhang Boyan, you can't decide whether it will go or stay. "

Then she tried to escape from the other side.

Zhang Boyan didn't move.

He just said slowly in a calm voice: "you can't run away. There are people around the villa, and a mosquito can't fly out."

Mo Xiaobei had reached the door, suddenly turned his head, leaned against the door, and looked at him with a pale face.

Zhang Boyan came slowly and reached out and touched her little face: "Xiaobei, be good."

Her heart heaved violently, and she looked at the man in front of her.

Suddenly, she waved his hand, "I don't want to be good."