Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan looked at her eyes with a little deep meaning, and then smiled, "isn't it? I'm called my uncle. I'll love you in the evening. "

Mo Xiaobei swallowed his saliva and looked at him: "how do you love him?"

"What you want is what you want." Then he reached out and pinched her.

Mo Xiaobei continued to immerse himself in eating while secretly watching him.

Small ball heard, the voice is crisp: "I also want Baba to love."

Then he asked Xiaobei, "can I call uncle Baba in the future?"

Before Xiao Bei spoke, Zhang Boyan said, "of course not."

"Why?" There was a touch of disappointment on xiaowanzi's small face.

Mo Xiaobei kept eating and threw this problem of immorality to Zhang Boyan.

Zhang Boyan smiled: "because my mother is eight years younger than my father, it's just right to call my uncle. Do you think you're 30 years younger than my father, isn't it not suitable?"

Xiaowanzi has always been smart. After a good calculation, he opened his mouth: "it's not suitable to call uncle, but it's best to call Grandpa."

Mo Xiaobei gushed out a mouthful of rice and looked at Zhang Boyan with some schadenfreude.

Mr. Zhang glanced at her lightly, then looked at his baby xiaowanzi and explained lightly: "xiaowanzi has a grandfather, and grandpa Fu is a grandfather, so there is only one place for Dad to call."

Mo Xiaobei gave him a sad look.

He often blamed her for taking the small ball away. In fact, he was not serious himself.

Sure enough, he was cheated when he said this. After thinking about it, it was better to call his father. As for Xiaobei's uncle, he had long forgotten.

After fooling, Zhang Boyan did not forget to look at his little wife and gave her a warning look.

Mo Xiaobei was shocked and his fur stood up

He immediately flattered him with vegetables, "Zhang Boyan, you eat more."

"Don't call me uncle?" He smiled faintly and lowered his voice: "whatever you call at night."

This has a provocative meaning, and it also has a smell of reluctance to abstain.

Xiao Bei has lived with him for a long time, and she is also very clear about the slightest psychological change. Therefore, when he looked at it like this, his face turned red and his eyelashes dropped.

Zhang Boyan distributed a lot of dishes for her, "eat more meat and replenish it."

She looked at him plaintively, with tears. She felt that she was a piece of good meat. Zhang Boyan wanted to swallow it in one gulp.

Zhang Boyan smiled slightly and reached out to pinch her little face,

After dinner, Mr. Zhang coaxed the small balls leisurely. When he returned to the master bedroom, he saw Xiaobei suffering a small face.

Funny in his heart, he deliberately closed the door and slowly took off his clothes: "have you taken a bath?"

"No." Mo Xiaobei deliberately sniffed himself: "you smell, a smell of sweat."

In addition to his coat, Zhang Boyan really came over and smiled, "I smell it."

Holding her and leaning over, she fell on the soft big bed, and it was too late to scream.

The tip of his nose went down her little neck, to the clavicle, and then down——

His action is very slow, but it is this kind of slow that tortures people. He knows what he wants to do, but he doesn't do it. Therefore, in addition to this patience, there is another point of expectation.

"It smells of sweat." He smiled low.

Mo Xiaobei beat his shoulder angrily.

He went down again. Her breath was blazing and her voice was confused: "what do you want to do, Zhang Boyan?"

[bageng ~ ~]