Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He knew that he would catch up with her now, force her to stay, or take her to the bed in his villa. He spent all night or a few nights convincing her with his body, and she would stay.

Will stay with him and be his wife.

But she won't be happy.

At least, now as his wife, Nansheng will not be happy.

It was dark in the car. Zhang Hua felt he was not drunk enough. He pulled out an 82 year Raphael from the dark box in the back seat and poured himself a goblet.

One mouthful is bitter and astringent.

Just then, he saw Anlin in front of him.

Didn't Anlin leave long ago?

To his surprise, Anlin followed Lao Ding behind her.

Ding Lei?

Follow Anlin?

And it's like brown sugar.

Zhang Hua squinted and smiled strangely

For so long, he didn't see it. No wonder Lao Ding has been making trouble with him and Nan Sheng. The truth is so.

Zhang Hua had a few more drinks and felt almost finished. Then he dialed the driver's phone to drive.

When the car left the hotel, he was a little worried about Nansheng, so he dialed it.

Just dialed, and he saw her.

She was wearing a white dress, sitting quietly on a bench by the side of the road, barefoot and high heels. She didn't know where she had gone.

"Stop." Zhang Hua's voice was very soft, and the driver heard: "OK."

When Zhang Hua got off the bus, he said quietly, "you drive back first. By the way, do you have any change?"

The driver pulled out hundreds of yuan to him, "Mr. Zhang, is it enough, if not enough..."

"That's enough. Drive slowly." Zhang Hua said and walked towards Mo Nansheng.

Walked up to her and looked down at her, "where are your shoes?"

She seemed surprised, raised her eyes and looked at him with some embarrassment.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked quietly. Then he found her shoes in the grass behind and squatted down to put them on for her.

She shrank instinctively as he held her smooth feet.

Zhang hualue strongly put it on for her: "sitting here so late dressed like this, Mo Nansheng, do you want to increase the crime rate in this city?"

She looked away. "You go first. I'll just sit for a while."

But he still squatted and looked up at her. "You said you would be fine, but how can you reassure me?"

She turned her head and looked at him, biting her lip: "I don't care."

"Didn't you think of the consequences when you provoked me?" He held her feet, sat beside her with his strength, and looked at the river in front of her with her. His tone was light: "go to bed with a man. Didn't you think you would be entangled?"

As he spoke, he smiled sideways, which meant a lot of jokes about her.

Mo Nansheng opened his eyes: "Zhang Hua, are you naive? It's serious for you to save your ex girlfriend. Why are you pestering me?"

He smiled and lowered his head: "I don't know why, why don't you tell me?"

She glared at him without saying a word.

After sitting quietly for a while, he took off his coat and put it on her shoulder. "It's a little cold."

"I want to go home." She refused his coat, but Zhang Hua pulled her down and forced her to sit down: "sit with me for a while, just one night."

Zhang Hua said and whispered, "then I'll let you go."

Small theater:

Mo Xiaobei: [demon, will you let Zhang Boyan and I have a wedding ~ we are the protagonists tonight]

Me: [your Zhang is always drunk. Blame me?]