Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Downstairs, Fubo dragged an old bone and waited for the young master to go downstairs to drink a bowl of tonic soup.

But Zhang Boyan didn't go down all night. Fubo couldn't hold it. When he went back to his room to sleep, he yawned——

Young man, the body is great!

At dawn, Mo Xiaobei felt stiff and woke up. At night, she had a dream that she was bound into zongzi. When she woke up, her bones hurt.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Boyan's dark eyes. His eyes were stained with blood.

"You... Didn't sleep all night?" She asked cautiously, not daring to move.

Zhang Boyan still looked at her, with a deep meaning in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

"Slept for a while." He said quietly, then propped up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Mo Xiaobei wanted to get out of bed, but he didn't dare. He always felt that Zhang Boyan was a little different today.

His voice came from his head, very light, even with a trace of fatigue, "Mo Xiaobei, if I let you go now, will you remember me?"

Her heart trembled, she knelt up, looked at him weakly in the morning light, and her voice was a little dumb: "will you let me go?"

He looked at her firmly: "do you want me to let you go?"

"Will you let me go?" She was careful, humble and expectant.

The morning light slanted into his dark eyes, looking clear, but deeper.

He looked at her like that, with deep eyes and complex expressions.

Mo Xiaobei's little heart beats up. She doesn't know what's wrong with him, but she doesn't expect it... Maybe he's bored, thinks she's not so fun, and is willing to let her go.

When she was full of expectation, Zhang Boyan quietly said, "No."

Mo Xiaobei's eyes floated a touch of moisture, and his expression suddenly became fierce: "Zhang Boyan, you're boring!"

He looked at her quietly, suddenly reached out and took her to his arms——

His breath was burning on the side of her neck, hot and hot: "Mo Xiaobei, I won't let go."

He held him too tight. She felt that the bones of her whole body were going to break. She swung her little hand and beat him with a broken voice, "Zhang Boyan, let me go!"

"Don't let go." The voice was heavy and painful, and the strength of her hand was so strong that she almost rubbed her into her own bone and blood.

Mo Xiaobei could only put his little face on his shoulder and endure.

His big palm pressed on her back, almost whispering: "I won't let go... I walked back to you again with so much difficulty."

Mo Xiaobei was stunned. What did he say?

He wanted to ask, but he suddenly let her go.

She had a pain in her head and looked up at him. His expression was calm.

Mo Xiaobei couldn't say what he said at once.

Zhang Boyan got up and went out straight.

Mo Xiaobei stared at his background and clenched his small fist: "what, waste my feelings."

She jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and looked at her messy hair.

She has lived here for several days. Except that he kissed her in bed the first day, he didn't seem to want to use her. Nothing happened last night!

Mo Xiaobei firmly believes that he... Is not very good in that respect!

When I went downstairs, I didn't meet Uncle Zhang. Uncle Fu said he had gone to the company.

Mo Xiaobei, look at the time. It's still early!

workaholic!

Fubo smiled and said, "but the young master ordered the driver to send Miss Mo to school."

Mo Xiaobei didn't say anything. He looked up at the outside and was a little thoughtful.

Zhang Boyan... What's the matter?