Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Hua took Mo Xiaobei to the exclusive elevator and explained: "president Zhang's meeting will probably open until 8 p.m. and Miss Mo can do her homework in his office."

Mo Xiaobei said.

Zhang Hua couldn't help but look at her and then smile... Mo Xiaobei sometimes looks ferocious. In fact, he is still a little girl.

In the talking room, the elevator reached the top floor.

Zhang Hua blocked the elevator door, asked Mo Xiaobei to go out first, and then took her to Zhang Boyan's office.

At the moment of pushing the door, Mo Xiaobei immediately felt the low-key luxury mentioned by Fubo. Not only was the decoration very exquisite, but some famous paintings and porcelain were lost for a long time.

But I have to admit that his taste is very good. He has added so many luxury items to the whole office, but he still maintains British rigor.

Mo Xiaobei ran to the French window and looked at the whole picture of H City, like a little girl.

Zhang Hua smiled and pressed on one side of the wall. Suddenly, the floor in front of the French window rose about 40 cm to form a separate leisure area.

Mo Xiaobei was surprised.

"I'll have afternoon tea delivered." Zhang Hua smiled and withdrew.

Mo Xiaobei looked at the closed door, took out the book in his schoolbag and continued to think about her 10000 words.

When the little secretary came in with afternoon tea, he saw a beautiful girl lying in front of the French window.

Her long hair is smooth and straight, scattered on her shoulders, and her knee length skirt is slightly rolled up. That small leg is white and transparent to the extreme, soft and tender beyond description.

The little secretary looked like this, and his heart relaxed and rippled. In this way, he became so beautiful. If President Zhang couldn't see his clothes, would the nosebleed come out?

"Miss Mo, this is afternoon tea." The Secretary's voice is sweet. "Zhang will always have a simple meal with you at six and a formal dinner at nine."

Mo Xiaobei raised his hand and looked at his watch. Then he drank a cup of tea and almost gushed it out——

Now it's half past five. She finished her afternoon tea, had a simple meal at six, and had dinner at nine. Did he feed the pigs or the pigs?

The little secretary didn't stay much and soon quit.

Mo Xiaobei looked at the English black tea in front of her, as well as her favorite mousse cake and snowball. No one could help it.

After two bites, I couldn't help sighing: "it's delicious."

She agreed not to eat. She ate the last pot of tea and two plates of snacks cleanly.

When you are full, your brain doesn't want to move. Touching your stomach, she thinks that if there is afternoon tea every day, she is willing to report to Boyu every day.

She ran to find a small blanket, lay down and covered it, and basked comfortably in the sun

When Zhang Boyan came back halfway, he saw such a picture.

At this time, the sunset is about to set. The sunset glow all over the sky reflects half of the sky purple, and also makes the office light purple.

The little pig lay lazily, her long hair blocked half of her face, and there was a faint smile on one side of her face... The smile looked very satisfied.

Zhang Boyan raised his hand and motioned Zhang Hua not to come in. He approached slowly.

Zhang Hua only glanced at it, then took the door with him.

Zhang Boyan approached and looked down at Mo Xiaobei.

She slept soundly and relaxed, like some kind of soft fur animal.

Sitting next to her, the back of her hand gently touched her little face and smiled——

In her heart, is he really not a little dangerous?

Mo Xiaobei woke up and looked around vaguely. His wet eyes looked like Bambi.

Finally, her eyes fixed on Zhang Boyan's face. The dark light made his face more three-dimensional, handsome and confusing.