Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

At 5:30 p.m., at the gate of Senior Colonel H.

A Bentley parked there with the window open. You can see a handsome face from the side, which is enough to hold your breath.

Zhang Boyan didn't care if others saw him. He just sat quietly in the car and smoked.

Zhang Hua left for a day, he was restless for a day. He was a mortal and couldn't care about ethics at all.

He didn't dare to think that the DNA was not the result he wanted. What would he do then?

Let go

He closed his eyes gently. How could he be willing to give up?

Don't let go

Keep her in a dark place for him to enjoy all his life?

That is undoubtedly a sin!

And he will... Hate it!

Zhang Boyan put the cigarette between his slender fingers on the door and waited for her quietly.

H big piano room.

Lu Ze was wearing a light gray sweater and sitting in front of the piano, his slender fingers playing music smoothly.

It's a starry sky.

Last summer, Lu Ze and Mo Xiaobei went to Richard's concert together. The closing song was starry sky.

The sound of the piano poured down like clouds and water, like the whole starry sky.

Around, there are fire trees and silver flowers.

Mo Xiaobei wore a ballet suit, matched with the music, tiptoed and rotated again and again.

The white tight fitting dress outlines her delicate curve, and her toes are as light and beautiful as a dragonfly.

Lu Ze raised his eyes and looked at her. The notes under his fingers were not disordered, but still so smooth and elegant.

She turned round and round, and the last rotation disappeared in his last note.

The instructor on one side put forward his opinion: "Xiaobei, I suggest that when the last rotation is over, you'd better turn to Lu Ze... You can look down at Lu Ze and make a little eye contact."

Mo Xiaobei looked at the instructor and wiped his sweat: "teacher, this may not be good for Lu Ze. His female fans may not want to."

"I have no problem!" Lu Ze said quietly, "normal performance will not bring any bad influence."

Mo Xiaobei stared at him for two seconds.

"Or, Mo Xiaobei, what do you worry about?" Lu Ze excites the general quietly.

Mo Xiaobei has always been unable to resist excitement. He was fooled at once and hummed softly: "who cares!"

"In that case, what are you afraid of? Afraid he misunderstood? " Lu Ze's voice was slightly cold, and so was his face.

Mo Xiaobei stared at him. The atmosphere was a little subtle.

At this time, the instructor came to the round, "if there is no opinion, it's so decided?"

She spoke to Lu Ze very gently, "what do you think of Lu Ze?"

"Very good." Lu Ze smiled faintly: "let's rehearse again."

With that, his hands fell on the keys and was about to play when Mo Xiaobei's cell phone rang.

"Wait a minute." She made an apologetic expression and went aside to answer the phone.

Looking down, it was Zhang Boyan's number.

Mo Xiaobei hesitated and picked it up, "hello."

Over there, Zhang Boyan's voice was very weak: "why haven't you come out yet."

"This Saturday's school day, I'm rehearsing..." Mo Xiaobei subconsciously looked at Lu Ze's direction, "it will end in about ten minutes."

Zhang Boyan was silent for a moment. "I'll wait for you at the school gate."

Mo Xiaobei said and hung up his cell phone.

She walked back. "Let's go!"

But Lu Ze didn't start immediately. He put his slender fingers on the keys and said faintly: "Zhang Boyan?"