Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Zhongyu immediately hung his head with a guilty conscience, "no! Mom, I just think her clothes are beautiful. "

Mrs. Zhang's voice was as cold as ice: "is she dressed?"

Zhang Zhongyu spat out: "the emperor's new clothes!"

Just then, there were two knocks at the door, and Mrs. Zhang was very cold.

"Brother is back?" Zhang Zhongyu also looked nervous: "Mom, what should I do? Will my brother be angry?"

"Panic what?" Mrs. Zhang scolded her, then sat up slightly and raised her voice: "come in."

Standing at the door was Fubo, with a smile on his face, "madam, just now the young master called back and said that he had cleaned up the ancestral house there. Please go and live there."

Fubo said and coughed again: "the young master is very concerned about the old lady's body. He said that the Feng Shui there is suitable for the old lady to recuperate."

Mrs. Zhang stood up with a sneer. "He thinks I'm in his way here!"

He said with another sneer: "I'm afraid I'll hinder him and Mo Xiaobei from waiting on each other!"

As soon as she said this, not only Fubo was stunned, but also Zhang Zhongyu was stunned. She swallowed her saliva and said carefully, "Mom, are you... No problem?"

Mo Xiaobei said that just now. His mother said it very ugly. Now he said it himself. Is he confused by anger?

Zhang Zhongyu stretched out his hand to touch it, and Mrs. Zhang waved it away. "We're gone, so we don't have to get in the way here."

Zhang Zhongyu gave a cry and followed Mrs. Zhang out. She didn't dare to help her, because her mother hated people who thought she was a person with leg problems.

Fuber carefully went downstairs and sent them away.

In the hall downstairs, there were several big suitcases. It was obvious that Mrs. Zhang wanted to live in Zhang Yuan.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang was unhappy, but she couldn't lose face in front of the servants. She found her own steps: "I'm still used to living there. Fubo, let someone deliver my luggage to the car for me."

Fuber naturally bent over. "I'll just do it."

Mrs. Zhang helped her hair, pulled out a sneer from her rigid face: "I don't dare to work you now, fuber!"

Fubo smiled: "it's my blessing to serve my wife."

Zhang Fu was not popular and glared at Fu Bo fiercely. "Bo Yan learned bad things with you!"

Fuber said that the hat was not back, but still smiling. "The young master graduated from an Ivy League school. What did he learn from me, a bad old man?"

After that, I suddenly thought of something and said happily, "but I'm a rough old man. I started meat earlier than the young master."

Mrs. Zhang couldn't listen, and so did Zhang Zhongyu. She looked at Fu Bo with disgust.

Fuber didn't think so. He put their luggage in the trunk and closed the door himself——

OK, you can go!

The black Motorhome started slowly. Mrs. Zhang tightened her face and gnashed her teeth: "Zhongyu, you see, Fubo's heart is no longer the master. He has only his young master in his heart!"

Zhang Zhongyu didn't dare to say anything. After all, she was just a child adopted by Mrs. Zhang. She had no status in the Zhang family.

She didn't say a word, and Mrs. Zhang didn't care, because what she needed was never opinion, but obedience.

With a cold face, he slowly opened his mouth: "I just don't know if Zhang Hua is the same as Fu Bo. He only recognizes Bo Yan as a master!"