Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Although our young master is a little cold and difficult to serve, he is good-looking, has long legs, and his greatest superpower is money!" Faber said proudly, "miss will not be wronged."

Mo Xiaobei held his chin in one hand and yawned: "this can't change the fact that your young master is a bean sprout!"

Bean sprouts?

Fuber gave a pep talk. How could it be?

He watched the young master grow up and knew every inch of the young master like the back of his hand... It was clear that he was blessed with unique talent!

Fubo looked at Mo Xiaobei's eyes. It's hard to say... Isn't it satisfied?

Mo Xiaobei finished eating, took his schoolbag and went downstairs. Zhang Boyan's car had stopped at the door of the main house.

Very low-key black Audi, but the license plate is not low-key. The last three numbers are 666.

Mo Xiaobei opened the copilot and sat on it. He slowly fastened his seat belt.

Zhang Boyan glanced at her and started the car.

After driving for a while, Mo Xiaobei's eyes fell on his legs and coughed: "your legs... I thought it was inconvenient to drive."

"It's not convenient!" Zhang Boyan gave a faint hum, looked at the road ahead, and his slender fingers fell on the steering wheel at will.

Mo Xiaobei was silent.

He didn't speak any more. He didn't look at her until he stopped at the red light at the next intersection.

Mo Xiaobei looked out of the window and didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhang Boyan asked quietly, "are you sad?"

She turned her head and pursed her lower lip. "No!"

Zhang Boyan's face turned positive, looked at the front, and spoke bitterly for a long time: "Mo Xiaobei, you can go back to whoever you want in three years."

But can he do it in three years?

She can't!

The mood suddenly became bad, and the speed was much faster.

Mo Xiaobei's face was slightly pale, grabbed the handrail above and stared at him, "Zhang Boyan, I don't want to go back to anyone. You drive slowly, I feel dizzy. "

The speed slowed down and finally stopped.

Zhang Boyan immediately unfastened his seat belt, leaned over and said in a low voice, "is it hard?"

Mo Xiaobei was lying on the back of the chair. Mei Mou looked up at his handsome face. She saw a trace of tension in his eyes.

He smiled softly, "Zhang Boyan, you will make me think you like me!"

His eyes were burning and looked at her more deeply, but he didn't speak.

Mo Xiaobei felt uncomfortable and wanted to move, but he reached out and touched her little head and rubbed it: "fool!"

After restarting the car, the car was much more stable, but Mo Xiaobei had no face to say a word.

Just now, his eyes frightened her

It was eight fifty when I took her to school.

Mo Xiaobei got off with his schoolbag. After thinking about it, he bent over. "Goodbye, Mr. Zhang."

"A kiss." He stretched out his hand and wiped the rearview mirror. The white shirt cuffs showed a little. With slender fingers, it was very pleasing to the eye.

Even Mo Xiaobei could not help watching for two more seconds, then pretended to be dead, "I didn't hear."

When she ran to the campus, her back was slim, especially the small leg between the long cotton socks and the skirt, which attracted people's attention.

After reading it for a long time, Zhang Boyan was silent: next time, she is not allowed to wear a skirt with bare legs.

Over there, before Mo Xiaobei entered the classroom, he was pulled by Fu ran, "Xiaobei."

Mo Xiaobei turned his head and said, "Ranran!"

Fu ran looked around and whispered, "let's sit in the back of the classroom. Huh? "