Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei pursed his lower lip without making a sound.

"Let's go!" Lu Ze's voice faded a lot.

When they came here, even the instructor found something wrong, but it was hard to say.

At the end of this dance, Mo Xiaobei rotated close to Lu Ze, bent slightly and stared at Lu Ze's eyes.

Face and face were close, so close that she felt her trembling eyelashes touch him, and she quickly lowered her eyes.

"Why don't you dare look at me?" Lu Ze's voice was low, "because of him?"

Mo Xiaobei wanted to straighten up, but in an instant, Lu Ze pressed his waist.

She trembled gently, raised her eyes and looked into his slightly painful eyes.

"Leave him." Lu Ze spits out softly.

Mo Xiaobei's red lips trembled slightly and weakly spit out a word: "No."

His eyes were dim, he thought. If there were no one else, he would kiss her now.

After looking at each other for a long time, he finally got up and turned around and left.

Mo Xiaobei tightened his lips and stood there quietly.

The instructor saw that Lu Ze and Mo Xiaobei should have had something, otherwise the atmosphere would not be like this. Now the little girl is about to cry!

She thought, she'd better quit first.

In the quiet evening, Mo Xiaobei stood alone in the piano room, all around, empty.

Outside the window, the afterglow of the sunset shone on her, floating a light golden glow, but it was particularly cold.

Her fingers fell gently on the piano and brushed each key. There was the residual temperature of Lu Ze's fingertips on it.

He said: leave Zhang Boyan.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaobei wanted to cry.

She really cried. She cried silently. Finally, she cried and sobbed like a child

Open the door gently.

A slender figure approached slowly, and she didn't know it.

She didn't wake up until he hugged her and pressed her on his shoulder.

Open your eyes, it's a suit coat with good texture.

Zhang Boyan?

She raised her eyes and stared at him with a hoarse voice: "Why are you here?"

"I waited outside for half an hour. You came before you came out." His warm palm gently stroked her small face, "I asked a lot of people to find here."

Mo Xiaobei stepped back and looked up at him.

The last afterglow outside the window also gradually dispersed. There was no light in the room. It was dark.

The two figures looked at each other for a long time.

He looked at her tearful eyes, took out his scarf and gently cleaned her tears. She looked at her in a daze, her body stiff and motionless.

Taking back his hand, he took off his coat and covered her with a smile: "go change your clothes. I'll wait for you here."

Mo Xiaobei subconsciously reached out and touched his coat. His small mouth pursed. He hesitated before opening his mouth: "don't you ask me why I cry?"

Zhang Boyan's eyes were deep, "I don't want to know."

Just now he saw Lu Ze's car outside. He thought she was crying because of Lu Ze.

Mo Xiaobei stood still. He patted her: "go and change your clothes."

She woke up and almost ran away.

Zhang Boyan followed her, strolled out, leaned against the wall at the door, felt out a cigarette and lit it.

In the smoke, her tearful eyes, her tears for others.

There was some anger in his heart鈥斺€?br>
Mingming, since she was born, it was him who accompanied her. It was him who watched her learn to walk. It was him who shook her little fat body and called her brother at that time.

Since when has her heart become Lu Ze?