Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Such a sense of distance is acceptable to Mo Xiaobei.

Perhaps what she can't accept is not Zhang Boyan, but the name of Mrs. Zhang and the Boyu behind the Zhang family.

She didn't want others to point at him because she was.

She lowered her eyes: "Zhang Boyan, am I very selfish?"

He smiled: "no, my little north is very good!"

She jumped down, turned around, held him, and looked in the mirror together.

Reaching out, stroking the scar on his face, he whispered, "don't you think it's ugly?"

"A little, but I can accept it carelessly." He smiled and said honestly.

Mo Xiaobei smiled with tears in his eyes.

He said that she was very happy. He didn't coax her. She wasn't ugly at all, but said carelessly.

She was in his arms. When she noticed that he had some more animal hair, she coughed, "would you like a cup of coffee?"

He frowned. "Do you like this now?"

Mo Xiaobei said, "I'll have a cup when I draw the design. I cook it very well."

Then she ran out first.

Looking at her back, Zhang Boyan's eyes were deep and hot.

At this moment, he seemed to see Xiaobei in the past. She was still the same. She liked to cry, laugh and make trouble with him.

He walked out slowly and looked at her apartment.

The flat floor of about 150-60 square meters is well decorated and comfortable.

The living room and study are integral. There is nothing else in the living room except a group of sofas and TV. There are five or six cabinets in the study, with all kinds of books in seven or eight places.

He walked over and took a book with him. It was the design master's plan.

He smiled, took it and sat on the sofa.

Mo Xiaobei just brought coffee out of the kitchen and gave him a cup.

He put down his book, took the coffee and didn't drink it because his leg disease didn't allow him to drink it again.

Jun Mei picked slightly and looked around: "are you doing design now?"

It seems that the time is not short.

"Yes." Mo Xiaobei nodded: "jewelry design. My mother's major. "

Then she held out a trophy for him: "this is the rainbow we got last year. The highest honor in China. "

Zhang Boyan took it over, looked at it for a while and smiled, "it sounds very powerful."

"Of course." Mo Xiaobei's eyes looked at the French window, and his expression became a little far-reaching: "I want to win the next international award, which is the most advanced competition."

She turned her head sideways and looked at Zhang Boyan: "my mother's regret."

He still looked at her without making a sound.

She couldn't help but say, "Zhang Boyan, don't you encourage me?"

He still smiled: "Xiao Bei is so powerful! I'm afraid I encouraged you to go to heaven. "

"I'll miss you in heaven." She said a little childish, and felt a little uncomfortable after that.

But his black and white eyes looked at him.

He went over, took the cup out of her hand and set it aside.

She was pressed against the French window by him and kissed gently.

He kissed the corner of her mouth and whispered, "what should I do, Beibei? I look like a sunny animal when I see you."

Her face was thin red, and her small hand pushed his shoulder: "then you have to restrain."

He continued to kiss her, "then Mo Xiaobei, tell me, how can I please you, make you soft in my arms, let me have it at will, and don't worry about hurting you, huh?"

She kicked him in the leg, gently kicked him, closed her face and coughed: "you can find someone else!"

After that, he punished him.