Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Nansheng was in a trance.

Zhang Hua put his coat on her shoulder again. She wanted to take it away. He whispered, "don't move, otherwise I don't know what I will do."

She had to close her lips.

"What are your plans for the future?" Zhang Hua asked softly.

She shook her head. "No plan."

He smiled: "it's in line with your style, but it's good."

With that, he looked at the night by the river, blowing a strong night wind, and said nothing more.

So is she.

Quietly, we sat together for about two hours.

When the wine dispersed, Zhang Hua got up and said, "I'll take you back."

She sat with her head up and a cramped expression.

He smiled: "it's late at night, it's time to go back! Or your father will worry. "

Don't know how, Mo Nansheng's eyes have a touch of heat, a little want to cry.

Zhang Hua took her hand, "let's go!"

She wanted to earn, but she didn't, as he said.

Last time.

"You may have to take a taxi. You may not be able to reach this point." Zhang Hua stood side by side with her on the roadside. He took out his mobile phone and ordered the car Hailing Software

Then wait for the bus.

About two minutes, there is still no car.

"Try again," he said quietly, and then seemed to order again.

Mo Nansheng took his coat and looked into the distance. At this time, he took back his eyes and saw that his mobile phone was a black screen!

Didn't he call a car?

How do I call a car with a black screen?

She bit her lip without making a sound.

Zhang Hua seemed to notice that she saw it, put away her mobile phone and calmly said, "it's not too far to go back. Let's go."

Mo Nansheng looked at him: "I'm a high-heeled shoe."

She walked back for at least two hours and her feet had to be broken.

Zhang Hua looked at her and lowered his eyes: "I carry you."

"Carry me?" Mo Nansheng's heart began to fluctuate violently.

Zhang Hua has squatted in front of her, "come up."

Her heart continued to rise and fall, biting her lips and looking at his back.

"If you want to spend the night here, you can spend it here." His voice was low.

Mo Nansheng bit his lip and lay on his back.

She was 174. Fortunately, Zhang Hua exceeded 180, otherwise she really couldn't carry her.

The moment she lifted her back, she put her face gently on his shoulder and hugged him gently.

Maybe it was the only chance she had to hold him squarely.

The night wind was strong, so he walked slowly with her on his back.

She cried on his back. Zhang Hua knew, but he didn't say anything. He just let her tears wet his shirt.

When he reached the door of Mo's house, he put her down.

Her back rested on the wall beside the gate and her eyes dropped: "I'm here."

Then he took his coat to him: "your coat."

Zhang Hua took over.

She lowered her head to brush open the door, but her hand was caught by him: "Nansheng."

"Anything else?" She turned back and was kissed by him.

A very shallow kiss.

"Good night." His lips left the corners of her mouth and said softly.

She stayed for a long time and smiled vaguely: "well, good night."

On the second floor of Mo's house, Mo Ruhai came back long ago. Looking at his eldest daughter and man lingering at the door, he sighed in his heart.

He went downstairs and Mo Nansheng came back.

He paused, then called his father, gently approached Mo Ruhai's arms and said low, "I like him, but I don't dare to be with him."

Zhang Hua made it very clear tonight that she could not go any further.

She was so timid that she lost her willfulness and selfishness in the past.

Mo Ruhai reached out and gently stroked her hair and smiled: "it doesn't matter, dad is with you! It doesn't matter to be an old girl all your life. "

Mo Nansheng: should I be moved?