Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan stood by the door and smiled faintly at her: "of course."

He walked in slowly until he came to her. "I asked a lot of people before I knew you were here."

Mo Xiaobei looked up at him with countless little stars in his eyes.

That year, he said the same thing.

Zhang Boyan reached out and gently touched her eyes, then smiled at Lu Ze: "I'll take Xiaobei away."

He paused for a moment: "I'm not sure that the small ball is still at home."

Lu Ze's complexion was stained in the sunset. He was only in his twenties. At this time, he looked a little more bleak.

Zhang Boyan suddenly said to Mo Xiaobei, "go and wait for me in the car. Just stop downstairs. "

"Did you drive in?" Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes wide.

He smiled, "is there a problem?"

She dared not, so she obediently went out and looked at them when she reached the door.

Zhang Boyan looked at her and she immediately ran away - no matter how powerful and powerful she was before, it was actually the little milk cat in front of Zhang Boyan.

Inside, there were only two men left.

Zhang Boyan looked at Lu Ze and said softly, "thank you for taking care of Xiao Bei for so long."

"That's what you told her to tell me?" Lu Ze's voice was suppressed: "Zhang Boyan, I thought you could protect her, but you turned her into this."

"No one can blame me except Xiaobei and myself." Zhang Boyan said softly, "including you, Lu Ze! Also, I won't give her up. She is Mrs. Zhang now and will always be Mrs. Zhang in the future. No matter what happens, she is mo Xiaobei, the person I love. "

With that, he ignored what Lu Ze thought and went out directly.

Lu Ze stood alone in the original place for a long time.

Downstairs, Mo Xiaobei stood by the car.

When Zhang Boyan walked over, she hummed, "I didn't give me the car keys. I'm so tired standing on my feet."

He went over and opened the door to let her in. "It's so delicate all of a sudden?"

"Do you understand?" Mo Xiaobei is angry.

When he got into the car, he slowly buckled his seat belt and said slowly, "I understand this as... Guilty? Mrs. Zhang, what do you think? "

She picked out his words, "used to call me Mrs. Zhang. Now you call me Mrs. Zhang. Obviously, you don't think I'm old."

As she spoke, he unfastened his seat belt, leaned over and hugged her.

His breath enveloped her. Her little face was placed on his shoulder. She smelled it with love and asked carefully, "what's the matter with you?"

Zhang Boyan smiled and said in a low voice, "Xiaobei, I'm 33 years old. I'm afraid you think I'm old!"

"No!" Her voice was a little floating, and her small hand hugged his shoulder: "it is said that men are the most attractive at this age, and they often encounter sexual encounters."

He pinched her nose: "don't listen to the nonsense of small balls."

"It's not nonsense. I ran into your... Admirer today." She said and pushed him away: "drive, you're always stuck here. It's bad."

Mr. Zhang snorted, "I'm afraid your childhood sweetheart will be sad to see it!"

Mo Xiaobei sat up straight with a serious face: "isn't Zhang Boyan my childhood sweetheart you? When did you become someone else? "

He was finally pleased and started the car.

Mo Xiaobei asked him, "where are you going now?"