Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei looked at his held hand and protested, "Zhang Boyan, I'm not a child anymore."

"In my eyes, you are." He said impolitely.

Mo Xiaobei followed up the elevator and was angry: "when you kissed me, didn't you think I was a child?"

After that, she was knocked by the wall. It was still a very slow way, dense, from top to bottom

"Want me to treat you like an adult, huh?" He bit her little ear: "Mo Xiaobei, I don't mind letting you know... The difference between women and girls."

She trembled with fear, and her little face hung awkwardly aside.

He looked at her and smiled. He didn't embarrass her any more.

When she got back, she found that he didn't drive the black Audi in the morning, but a white Bentley.

Mo Xiaobei sat in the back seat, "are you afraid of assassination?"

Zhang Boyan: "you think too much, Mo Xiaobei!"

He looked in the rearview mirror at the small one that had spontaneously lying in the wide back seat and closed his eyes.

His eyebrows and eyes are softer than the night

Beibei, go home.

When I returned to Zhangyuan, it was already one o'clock late at night.

When the white Pentax drove into the black carved gate, all the lights of the whole villa were on, the music fountain in the garden also sounded music, the car bypassed the fountain, and the stone carved little angel sprayed water all over the body.

Mo Xiaobei was probably too tired. Even Zhang Boyan didn't wake up when he got off the bus with her.

Fu Bo, the old bone, hasn't slept yet. Welcome up, "young master!"

"What's the matter with this fountain? I don't usually drive it. " Zhang Boyan glanced at Fu Bo as he walked: "there are bear paws."

The young man always didn't say that Mo Xiaobei ate bear's paws, otherwise he would be killed by the old thing Fubo.

Fubo leaned behind, carrying Mo Xiaobei's small schoolbag in his hand, and said proudly, "of course, let Mo Xiaobei have a sense of happiness in Zhangyuan!"

This is low-key luxury!!!

Zhang Boyan's long legs walked up the stairs and paused, "I can give her happiness."

Fubo smiled. "Girls like romance. I think Miss Mo woke up in the car just now, looked at the little angel and listened to music... She will fall in love with the young master immediately."

"She didn't wake up!" Zhang Zong was very straight, "and do you think she didn't fall in love with me?"

Fuber lowered his voice, "are you in love?"

Zhang Boyan had already carried the man in his arms upstairs. Fu Bo followed him. The door panel he was thrown over nearly hit his nose.

"Coercion is coercion, not recognition!" Old man fuber read it in pieces.

Zhang Boyan put Mo Xiaobei on the bed. She slept soundly, but her skirt rolled up.

He squinted for a moment and went straight into the bathroom——

……

Early in the morning, when Mo Xiaobei woke up, he found himself sleeping in Zhang Boyan's bedroom.

He blinked and buried his face in the pillow. His whole body was a little sour and soft. He didn't want to move, but he couldn't rely on it if he looked at the time at eight o'clock.

Groom yourself and go downstairs.

"Down?" Zhang Boyan's eyes still fell on the newspaper and said faintly, "drink the milk first."

Mo Xiaobei took the milk and hesitated before he said, "why did I sleep with you?"

He looked up. "Is it strange?"

Mo Xiaobei stopped talking.

Today's breakfast is mainly light. She likes it very much. After all, she only ate bear paws last night.

She ate silently, and Zhang Boyan looked down at the newspaper.

In the restaurant, it was quiet. Only a ray of sunshine came in through the glass and sprinkled a layer of Phnom Penh on the same side of them... The picture was quiet and beautiful.