Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Hua held the man in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes loosened, and then he smiled gently: "probably!"

He was about to leave, but Wu Yue urgently asked, "then why don't you stay with her."

Zhang Hua's black eyes drooped slightly, looked at the beautiful face in his arms, and answered Wu Yue's words for a long time, "probably because... She is not ready to be loved."

With that, he didn't want to say any more and got into the car with people in his arms.

Wu Yue also helped Qiqi get on the bus, but Wu Yue noticed that Zhang Hua arranged Mo Nansheng as the co pilot, while Qiqi was lying in the back seat.

Closing the door, Wu Yue watched the car go farther and farther. There was a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

Inside the black sports car, Zhang Hua calmly held the steering wheel and looked at the thick night outside.

He only stopped at the red light and watched the sleeping woman around him until the green light came on.

After several red lights, he drove into a five-star hotel and stopped the car.

First I looked at Qiqi and had a headache. Finally, I decided to carry it in one by one.

Of course, Qiqi brought it in, but Nansheng took it in. The receptionist said she was very frightened. If she didn't know Mr. Zhang, she wouldn't dare to give the room card.

Zhang Hua mentioned people to the lobby, and the waiter helped Qiqi into the room. He took Mo Nansheng in. He opened a suite and threw Qiqi into one.

He took Nan Sheng to the master bedroom and put her gently on the soft bed.

I haven't seen her for many days. She has lost weight. She used to have an oval face, but at this time she has become a melon face.

Zhang Hua knelt beside her, his fingers gently stroked her face, and his voice was hoarse: "did you torture yourself or others?"

The sleeping man naturally couldn't respond to him. He was a little dissatisfied. He still stroked her face carefully and wanted to get out of bed.

A thin arm caught him with a soft voice: "Zhang Hua!"

Zhang Hua slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on her face.

She opened her eyes, slightly drunk, but not particularly drunk.

She whispered to him again, "Zhang Hua!"

Then he twisted his head and looked around, smiled and closed his eyes: "it's a hotel again."

The same place, the same person, the same scene, but her mood was different. She lay and looked at his side face with eyes like autumn water.

Gently, he pulled his hand to his cheek and whispered, "lie down with me for a while."

In such a drunk night, she can be regarded as a dream, and the dream does not exist.

Her face is close to his arm, every inch of skin and every pore... Some itch, some intoxicate, and some make people want to cry.

Mo Nansheng slightly closed her eyes, curled over her body and hugged his arm. Her posture was like a baby, the kind of standard seeking protection and self-protection.

Zhang Hua's heart was as quiet as water. He lay down with her along her strength

"Zhang Hua, will you hug me? Just hug me." She whispered like a kitten.

Zhang Hua closed his eyes slightly, reached out and gently took her to his arms, sighed: "Nansheng, who are you torturing?"

She didn't say a word, she just held him.

Drunken midnight dream back, the most uncomfortable, the heart of the people around can not touch, is such a hug, has been the ultimate.