Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The helicopter's propeller kept scraping, blowing his black hair and her heart.

"Zhang Boyan." She ran over, the wind blowing some resistance, but she still ran over there quickly.

He reached for her, bowed his head and gave her a shallow kiss. "We're going to the airport now."

Mo Xiaobei looked at him: "Zhang Boyan?"

He smiled and didn't speak. He just picked her up.

Mo Xiaobei screamed, but he got on the helicopter.

She looked at him with a small fist: "Zhang Boyan, my birthday tomorrow."

He chuckled, "I know."

Then he reached out and pinched her nose: "go to New York to realize our dream of Xiaobei."

Her eyes were wide open, as cute as small balls.

It's brilliant and beautiful.

He kissed her on the eyelids and took off.

All the way to the special plane at the airport, Mo Xiaobei lay in his arms, looked at the blue sky and white clouds after the plane took off, and looked back at him: "do you want to go to New York for your birthday?"

Mr. Zhang closed his eyes and said vaguely, "I'm tired after a day's work. Now shut up."

"Now you despise me." She hummed softly, but she shut up.

I had a simple meal on the special plane. When I arrived in New York, New York time was just in the evening.

When the lights are on, the sky is full of neon.

The ferris wheel that should disappear slowly began to turn

Mo Xiaobei stood under the starry sky and was very surprised.

She turned her head and looked at Zhang Boyan.

He smiled. "Go and have a look. Everything is the same."

She blinked: "Zhang Boyan, tell me how much it cost?"

He didn't answer, just holding her hand and walking forward.

Mo Xiaobei trotted after him, "he also said that I was a loser, you simply..."

He didn't speak. His mouth was blocked by him.

He kissed a little deep, his lips were hot, and his kiss made her blush and heartbeat.

Finally, he loosened his voice and said in a low voice, "you really want human life."

Then he took her little hand and bought her doughnuts and put them in her arms for her to eat.

He took her around, bought tickets for the merry go round, and took her on the most beautiful little merry go round.

He sat right behind her.

She can't see him, but he can look at her all the time.

The music rings, rotates

Mo Xiaobei wants to cry.

She knew that he loved her very much and insisted on her for many years. She was very moved, but President Zhang was also very moved by romance (waste).

Her eyes were so hot that she suddenly wanted to see him.

But she couldn't see him in the back, so the short five minutes turned into suffering.

Until she stopped, she immediately ran over and hugged him.

Don't care about other people's eyes.

I don't care how beautiful the man she holds is when others say she is ugly.

She is mo Xiaobei, Zhang Boyan's wife. If others want to say it, say it.

She has him, really has him, and all his love.

"Zhang Boyan, you love me very much, don't you?" She asked low.

Mr. Zhang couldn't bear it. He murmured, "yes."

"More than a small ball?" The little wife in his arms asked childishly.

President Zhang snorted and patted her little p share: "naive little mother."

"Isn't it?" She was soft and coquettish.

This is also a rare thing for her since they met again.

Zhang Boyan smiled softly, "probably!"

"Perfunctory." Mrs. Zhang climbed up the Trojan horse again: "this time I'm going to sit on a horse with you."