Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei gave a cry and looked at President Zhang: "then wait for me."

The little hand grabbed his collar, and his voice was soft and waxy: "don't fall asleep."

Zhang Boyan's heart swung, bent over and kissed her little mouth, with a low voice, "waiting for you."

If she didn't feel anything every time, with her little wolf strength, she really didn't look like x coldness.

Recently, they are very harmonious in this respect. Although they are not as good as before, they are also very moving because they share the same mind.

When Zhang Boyan returned to his room, Mo Xiaobei dialed Nansheng.

Mo Nansheng is not in a good mood recently. Qiqi says to Xiaobei that she is still thinking about it.

Although Mo Xiaobei knows, she is powerless. She can't dig an Lin's corner for Nansheng.

After the phone call, Mo Nansheng and she determined the final matter. The mood was not very high, but the words were much more mature.

This maturity makes Xiaobei a little distressed.

Although Nansheng is a few years older, she has been immature and willful. She would rather Nansheng be willful all the time.

After chatting like this for a long time, I put down the phone.

Instead of going back to her room immediately, she sat in her study for a while and took out the pattern of the jewelry for a long time. She was reluctant to part with it when she put it away.

When I went back to the bedroom, the light was yellow.

It's warm.

Zhang Boyan was looking through a medical magazine when Mo Xiaobei read Shanshan——

In recent years, he can be regarded as half a medical expert.

She held a bathrobe at the end of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Mr. Zhang didn't look up.

When she washed, she came out fresh, carefully opened the quilt, climbed to him and lay down.

Zhang Boyan looked down at her and put down the magazine for a fairy tale book: "tell you a story today?"

He was dressed in black pajamas, because he was reading and wearing a pair of thin rimmed glasses, which was very gentle.

Mo Xiaobei rested between his waist and abdomen, looked up at the book in his hand, and listened to his mellow voice telling the story of the little mermaid.

Although there was some bad taste, she was very moved because he really spoiled her as his little daughter.

When he told the story, he would gently rub her plush hair and kiss her little head from time to time.

Mo Xiaobei thought he was happy to die.

He held him in his small hand, then raised his head and kissed him.

Zhang Boyan held the book's hand down and kissed her naturally

All night is beautiful.

She still doesn't feel much, but she likes to be close to him, like him holding himself, and she even likes to see his emotional and distorted handsome face.

Because Mr. Zhang will do this only in front of her.

Late at night.

She fell in his arms like a small animal, and the quilt on her shoulder slipped down, revealing a small section of delicate skin.

"I'll miss you." She said sweetly, then bit his tall nose: "will Mr. Zhang miss me?"

Zhang Boyan smiled and laughed at her childishness: "I don't miss you, but I will miss Mrs. Zhang."

"What do you think?" Her eyes are bright.

Zhang Boyan's fingers touched her and touched her slowly. His voice was slow: "think so, huh?"

She screamed and bit him on the shoulder as soon as she was happy.

President Zhang immediately pressed her under him. She struggled like an excited little beast

She knows what he likes best.

He nibbled at the tip of her little nose with a very provocative voice: "Mrs. Zhang, do it again."