Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei smiled: "of course it's true."

In order to be afraid that she would not keep her promise, xiaowanzi said seriously, "if she doesn't come, xiaowanzi will keep crying."

"Will come." Mo Xiaobei flirted with her. Xiaowanzi was happy and ran to have dinner.

The baby is still young!

The baby wants to grow up!

In addition to Baba hemp, baby likes to eat meat!

Fuber hurried to wait on him, looking very careful, as if he had got some treasure.

Zhang Boyan took the car key and said quietly, "let's go!"

Mo Xiaobei nodded and followed him out.

The night was in the sky, and there was a little cool in the air.

He smiled lightly: "the Mid Autumn Festival is coming soon. Will Xiaobei come back for the festival?"

She was a little surprised. After sitting in the car, she slowly fastened her seat belt, "Zhang Boyan?"

"You are xiaomaru's mother." Zhang Boyan smiled faintly: "she will want you to come back for the festival."

He didn't say that next Saturday was her birthday. Anyway, she had to come back and surprise her then.

Mo Xiaobei didn't make any more noise and silently watched him start the car.

Maybe the night of two people was too lonely. He opened the music station.

It's a well-known anchor Yi Shu's emotional program. He's talking about the "former three" that hit the air a while ago. Yi Shu's voice is very soft and pleasant.

[now let's answer the phone calls from the audience. If your predecessor appeared in front of you again, what would you do? Can you share it with Yishu?]

Then, Yishu answered several phone calls. People there were crying and all kinds of pain.

I can't live without my predecessor.

Yishu's voice is gentle——

[there is a saying that people can like more than 100 heterosexuals in their life, so Yishu thinks that the pain is temporary. If he or she is not the ideal person, letting go is also a kind of happiness.]

Hearing this, Zhang Boyan's car stopped right in front of the red light.

Zhang Boyan took his cell phone and dialed the hotline. Mo Xiaobei was surprised: "Zhang Boyan?"

He doesn't want to do such childish things, does he?

But he really dialed, the hotline was also connected, and Yishu's voice was still very gentle, but with a touch of night fatigue——

[does this gentleman have anything to ask?]

[I want to ask, if my wife sits next to me and I want to save her, what should I do?]

Yishu's voice became a little lazy——

If she is by your side, kiss her and tell her you love her...]

Zhang Boyan threw his mobile phone aside, leaned over, held Mo Xiaobei's cheek in both hands, kissed it as soon as his head was down, and it was a hot wet kiss.

The voice of lips and teeth entanglement was broadcast live on the radio over there.

Yishu smiled and [we wish this gentleman and his lover a "at least you"]

Later, he cut into the music.

Zhang Boyan raised his eyes, his Adam's apple still rolling, "Beibei, I love you."

She looked up at him as the temperature rose in the dark carriage.

Finally, she held out her hand, gently stroked his lips and whispered, "I know."

He looked deeper and leaned over to kiss.

Kiss again and again until her body softens.

He held her hand and clasped his fingers. He called her name and recovered it.

All his enthusiasm and thoughts were in this kiss. After a long time, he released her. His breath was a little messy: "go back to Zhangyuan or go to you?"