Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Her voice changed from trance to firm: "yes, I don't want to be good... Zhang Boyan, I don't want to be good again."

Zhang Boyan's face remained unchanged, as if he had expected her mood.

He just bent down and whispered in her ear, "I'd rather you hate me."

While she was staying, he took her back to bed, stretched out his hand and pressed the inside line on one side: "Fubo, bring rice up, Xiao Bei woke up."

Mo Xiaobei was pressed by him and couldn't move. She bit her lip and looked away: "I don't eat."

Zhang Boyan put down the phone and looked down at her with unfathomable eyes.

After a while, Fu Bo brought food and wept at the sight of Xiao Bei.

Little cute is pregnant.

But the young master was killed by God and didn't give birth!

Fu Bo dared to be angry but not to speak. He delivered the meal with his tail between his hands. He just looked at Xiao Bei and said, "Xiao Bei, just listen to the young master, huh? Young master... It's also for your own good. "

Mo Xiaobei was stunned and tearful.

When Fubo went out with a sigh, she looked up at Zhang Boyan, and then swept the rice to the ground... The carpets were all dirty and stained with hot food.

Zhang Boyan looked at her quietly.

There was provocation in her eyes.

Zhang Boyan moved his eyes and squatted down to clean up the ground bit by bit.

Finally, he looked at the dirt ditch on the carpet and said softly, "it seems that you are going to fight with me for this child, aren't you?"

Her little mouth closed in a straight line and sat on the bed without talking or paying attention to him.

Zhang Boyan glanced at her and went out with his plate.

About ten minutes later, he brought a new one and put it aside.

He looked at her, his voice was low and dull: "you can not eat, but from now on, you will be hungry. Everyone in this villa will follow you, including me."

Mo Xiaobei was still silent, just holding himself, his small face gently on his knee, with a fragile expression.

He waited for her in a good temper, and she didn't move for about ten minutes.

Finally, Zhang Boyan fed her and brought it to her mouth.

She frowned angrily.

Zhang Boyan's eyes stagnated for a while, and his voice was too dumb: "Xiao Bei, I'm serious."

She turned her head and looked at him: "it has nothing to do with me! Zhang Boyan, you can try. "

His eyes narrowed.

Mo Xiaobei smiled vaguely: "Zhang Boyan, not every time you think you should do it to me. I'm a person, not a puppet. I have ideas, too. "

"If your idea is to kill yourself, then I won't allow it." His voice became cold and straightened up: "if you don't want to eat now, you'll send it back later."

He took away the dishes and didn't go back to the bedroom.

Mo Xiaobei leaned on the head of the bed and looked straight ahead. There was no focal length in his pupil.

In this way, water and rice did not enter. At dawn, she still had a fever and curled up on the bed with a white face.

Zhang Boyan walked in quietly and reached out to pick her up.

When Lin Qian came, he scolded him first and gave Mo Xiaobei a hanging needle.

In order to be afraid of their regret, he used very conservative drugs. It would be better slowly, but it would not hurt the child.

When Mo Xiaobei's temperature dropped, Lin Qian asked Fu Bo to take care of him and called Zhang Boyan away.

In the study, two men sat face to face.

Lin Qian looked at Zhang Boyan and frowned: "smoke less. It's only two days. Look what you've done to yourself?"