Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She didn't answer his question, but just hung her head slightly and gave a whisper.

She hung her head and her long hair spread again, revealing a small piece of skin, crystal clear.

As a 27 year old woman, she is really in good shape, but she draws too much blood and is too white.

Zhang Hua reached out and touched it gently.

Mo Nansheng didn't say anything. He hung his head all the way, very soft.

Their relationship does not seem to have made much progress, but in fact it has made a lot of progress.

Zhang Hua accompanied her for a while. About half an hour later, she whispered, "I have to get up. When Xiao Bei wakes up, tell her."

Recently, she and Wu Yue are cooperating in an idol drama, which is her first real electric shock. It plays sister and brother love and professional spareribs. Originally, Mo Nansheng knew nothing about shopping malls, but she had more contact with Xiaobei and saw her shrewdness, so it was not against her.

When she got up, she grabbed her long hair and tied it up. In a soft voice, she said, "after cooperating with this film, I'll let Qiqi pay attention and stop cooperating with him."

Zhang Hua leaned against the small bed, looked at her quietly, and suddenly asked, "is this a promise?"

Mo Nansheng had stood up and suddenly turned around when he heard the speech.

Eye contact, she lowered her eyes and raised her eyes. There was a faint look in her eyes, "it's true."

Zhang Hua stood up and walked to her.

She heard him say, "then, keep your promise."

She looked at him with some confusion and uncertainty, but Zhang Hua just gently rubbed her eyelids and rubbed them a little red before letting go: "I'll take you to the airport."

She was so gentle by him that she was suddenly too weak to stand.

Zhang Hua took her hand.

The white palm was held in the warm palm. She instinctively earned it and whispered No.

Zhang Hua's voice was low: "don't try to provoke a man who yearns for you."

Mo Nansheng is beautiful, but she is almost a straw bag. If she makes a detour, she has to digest for several seconds.

A few seconds later, her face was red and she didn't dare to move any more.

Zhang Hua held her palm and took her to his car, a white Porsche.

When he got on the bus, he handed her a pink heat preservation bucket and said quietly, "red jujube longan porridge."

She blinked and looked at him.

Zhang Hua slightly pursed his lips and smiled: "I cooked it in the morning. I'll make do with it!"

She gave a cry, hung her head and began to drink in silence.

The taste on the tip of the tongue was not as sweet as expected, but slightly bitter. She was a little surprised.

"Some things are not necessarily sweet when put together, but if you taste it carefully, you will find that it is still sweet, but it has taken a long time." Zhang Hua starts the car.

Mo Nansheng looked at him more while eating.

Today, he is wearing a navy blue suit with a blue Pinstripe shirt inside. It's refreshing.

She seems to remember that Zhang Hua seems to wear formal clothes. She has hardly seen him casual, but he looks good in formal clothes.

She ate silently and dared not look at him again.

Zhang Hua didn't speak any more, just focused on driving.

At the airport, Qiqi immediately ran over and patted the window. Mo Nansheng whispered, "I'm getting off."

Zhang Hua leaned over and untied her seat belt. He reached out and brushed her hair. In a low voice, "take good care of yourself and be careful."