Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He didn't care and stared at her deeply: "Xiaobei, if you won't be happy without me, that's it. Just don't let me lose sight. When I miss you, when xiaowanzi misses you, or when you... Miss us, will you come back and have a look?"

Her lips trembled: "Zhang Boyan, what are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

"Set you free." He held her in his arms again: "if you want."

She did not move in his arms.

For a long time she whispered, "what did Lin Qian and you say?"

He didn't answer, but reached out to Mo Mo's long hair, "Beibei, I love you."

"Forever." He kissed her hair and released her.

He relaxed so easily that her heart was a little empty.

"If you want me to stick around, Mrs. Zhang can also say it directly." He smiled, "Mo Xiaobei, I tell you, we're just separated. Don't mention divorce with me, otherwise I don't care if you're x cold or not, I'll do it directly so that you can't get up in bed."

Her eyes shrunk: "Hello, violence."

"For a violent little thing like you, that's it." He reached out his hand to touch Mo's small mouth, and his voice was low, which meant seduction.

Zhang Boyan knew that he had been entangled with her all his life.

She said she was x cold, so he seduced her. He wanted to see when she could bear it?

He really didn't believe it. A small carnivore changed his temper.

He patted her: "wash yourself and I'll take you back later."

He thought about it and asked her, "where do you live now?"

"I bought an apartment behind the world trade center." Mo Xiaobei opens low.

"Live alone?" Zhang Boyan asked softly. There was always something interesting in his words.

Mo Xiaobei pursed his lower lip and whispered, "well, live alone."

"In other words, if I leave the small balls with you on a business trip, there will be no problem, let alone the meaning of other men?" He spoke again.

Mo Xiaobei couldn't help it: "Zhang Boyan, do you think too much? I just... Look, where is it really?"

When she finished, she regretted and stared at him angrily.

He smiled: "Mrs. Zhang, are you explaining to me?"

She looked away and said, "No."

He smiled again, reached out and pinched her face: "duplicity."

With that, he really went out and left the space for her, but Mo Xiaobei immediately remembered one thing: "you are still taken care of by others on business. Can't your mother and the old man?"

"They moved back." Zhang Boyan stood at the door. "You were born by yourself. Will you have a problem with it for a few days?"

Mo Xiaobei... No.

It was settled, but she didn't leave immediately. Under the dead grinding and hard bubble of the small ball, she stayed for dinner in the evening.

Fubo's chicken jelly, as the only one of the three old people who can stay in Zhangyuan, he is proud, he is proud.

Although the little girl didn't change her mind immediately, she was not afraid that she wouldn't come back.

Fu Bo smiled secretly. The young master is really tall and wonderful.

The dishes tonight are very rich. They are all Xiaobei's favorite.

Zhang Boyan sat quietly cooking for her, which made it difficult for her to refuse.

He said he would let her go, but what he did was not like that, but what was more hateful was that she couldn't find a reason to refuse.

They... Didn't force her.