Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Nansheng suddenly seemed to be angry: "Zhang Hua, I let you go. Do you understand? Do you know that women like me are shameless and don't want to live in peace if they are entangled by me?"

She gasped as she spoke, but she didn't cry.

What to cry, what to cry, is not a man, and nothing has happened.

Zhang Hua leaned over and dragged her out, a little strong.

She was stunned until she came out.

She was pressed against the door by him.

He was always gentle, but his eyes were a little angry at this time.

"Listen." Zhang Hua's voice was a little dull: "more than three years ago, we still didn't have a chance, but you never said it, and I don't think it's suitable. But now that it's like this, there's no need to torture yourself, let alone let others worry. Mo Nansheng, you should be more mature."

She didn't cry before, but now she does.

She didn't confess. He was already refusing.

His meaning is very obvious. It's impossible for her. She doesn't want to trouble herself or him.

Zhang Hua looked at her quietly without being soft hearted.

He's gentle, but he's not a soft hearted man or a man who changes his mind.

He likes Anlin very much, maybe not to the point of deep love, but he thinks he will be very happy with such a wife in the future.

Therefore, he will not be soft hearted to a woman's cry.

He and Mo Nansheng were just a little warm ignorance and a little joke on that day.

She was embarrassed.

He went to his car to get a paper towel. Instead of cleaning her, he put a box of tissue paper in her arms.

He said quietly, "you should grow up."

With that, he gave her a deep look and turned away from the car.

When his car drove slowly away, Mo Nansheng suddenly stopped him.

The window rolled down and his face was expressionless.

"Zhang Hua, do you believe that the last person with you will be me?" She has tearful eyes and is somewhat stubborn.

He sat quietly, looked at the night ahead, and whispered for a long time, "it's impossible."

He started the car again and didn't stop this time.

Mo Nansheng watched his car go farther and farther until she couldn't see it.

She knew she was bluffing. She didn't have such confidence at all.

Wow, she cried miserably. She took the phone and dialed Qiqi's phone: "Qiqi, come out and drink with me. I'm lovelorn... "

Kiki over there was stunned.

Lovelorn?

Nansheng is not in love again. Where did he get lovelorn?

But she ran out immediately. When she came, she saw her master squatting on the ground and howling.

Alas, it's so ugly.

Qiqi coughed and squatted down to comfort, "at least it's also a star, isn't it? It's ugly. "

"I'm just sad. You say a domestic slave won't dump me." Mo Nansheng cried into a big cat, crying and shouting, "let's go have a drink."

Qiqi had no choice but to go with her.

The night was thick.

Zhang Yuan.

The lights were bright. Zhang Hua came back and said something about Zhang Zhongyu. Zhang Boyan was silent for a while and didn't say anything.

Mo Xiaobei was hungry. He ran over and said he wanted to eat.

Zhang Hua stayed and ate together. After half the meal, Mo Xiaobei's phone rang.

Over there, Qiqi said in an impossible voice, "Xiao Bei comes to drink. Nansheng and I are at night."