Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei's eyes fell in the mirror and whispered, "what time is it?"

Zhang Boyan smiled: "ten o'clock, what's the matter?"

"Ten o'clock." Mo Xiaobei murmured, "it's almost here."

Zhang Boyan straightened her little face and looked at her brightly: "Xiaobei, do you have something to hide from me?"

She hung her head. "No!"

But then he looked up again, "it's Lu Ze and Zheng Wendi... Together. I took a picture this morning. Now Zheng Wendi's fresh meat should come from Germany."

Zhang Boyan looked at his little wife and said nothing for a while. Then he knocked her on the head: "only you can think of this bad move!"

"Ranran also said I was a profiteer." She looked at him very softly: "Zhang Boyan, do you think I am?"

Mr. Zhang smiled faintly: "it's called a close friend."

"Why don't you say that those who get close to the ink are black?" Mo Xiaobei vomited his tongue, and then was held to bed by President Zhang, trying to do his husband's duty.

She put her finger on his lips and said softly, "not tonight."

"Why not, still thinking about Lu Ze?" He kissed her bit by bit and rubbed her. After a while, she gasped for mercy: "Zhang Boyan really can't, I have to pay close attention to the trend."

Zhang Boyan looked at her, got up reluctantly and turned aside: "Mo Xiaobei, you have snubbed your husband for work."

His little wife immediately climbed over and lay beside him to please: "I'll make good compensation to Mr. Zhang tomorrow night."

"How to compensate?" He stared at her with a faint expression.

Mo Xiaobei said doggedly, "what compensation do you want?"

Zhang Boyan's eyes were deep. After a while, he reached out and caught her. She lay down in his arms and listened to him say a few words. She blushed.

"Why not?" Zhang Boyan hummed softly.

Mo Xiaobei spit out his tongue: "yes, I will!"

Zhang Boyan let her go. Then he picked up a medical magazine and looked at it: "go and do your business. Don't exceed twelve o'clock, or I'll catch you in bed... Punish you on the spot."

The words "punishment on the spot" were very warm, ambiguous and provocative. Mo Xiaobei's face was almost bleeding, and he gently hummed and climbed out of bed.

Zhang Boyan continued to look at the medical magazine, turned a few pages, and his eyes fell on a few lines

Before memory loss, the patient will lose a lot of hair（ English: forgive demon can't translate into English ~ ~)

His eyes stayed for about ten seconds before he moved away and looked at her dresser.

Xiao Bei is not here. He probably went to the study.

Zhang Boyan opened the quilt, got up and approached her dressing table. He picked up her comb.

There are hundreds of hairs on it that Mo Xiaobei didn't have time to clean up. Count them.

She usually cleans up so that he can't see it, but she should forget something on her mind today.

He looked at her quietly, then gently took off her hair and packed it in a small box.

If his little north becomes a little bald, he will make a wig for her, a wig made of her hair. In that case, it must be beautiful

Zhang Boyan's face was as heavy as water, with a touch of depression.

He went back to the bedside, dialed a phone to Lin Qian and him, talked about Xiaobei's physical condition, and asked him to arrange a physical examination for Xiaobei. Finally, he said, "don't tell Xiaobei that I asked."