Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mrs. Zhang wants to talk and stops. Zhang Zhongyu looks aside and Zhang Hua: "go down first, I have something to say with Bo."

Zhang Zhongyu gave a cry, and then avoided with Zhang Hua.

In the hall, only mother and son were left.

Mrs. Zhang finally broke a cup at hand without restraint and said coldly, "Boyan, do you deserve your father for doing so?"

Even if Mo Xiaobei is the son of the cheap life, he is also the seed of the Zhang family... If this is spread, will the Zhang family have a foothold?

"Boyan, send her away immediately!" Mrs. Zhang's face was ugly: "I can't put it down. I haven't played enough. I'll send it abroad. You can play whatever you want. Just don't kill people."

She added, "you should understand the powerful relationship."

Zhang Boyan's face was always light. When Mrs. Zhang's anger was over, he smiled quietly: "Mom, why didn't you do it directly?"

"It's not impossible to take Mo Xiaobei away from me by your means, but you... Didn't!" Zhang Boyan was laughing, but he smiled very cruelly: "so in the bottom of your heart, such a result, or Mo Xiaobei, I fell asleep, your heart is actually very happy, isn't it?"

pierce to the heart of the matter!

How could Mrs. Zhang, a lady of good birth, bear it and tremble in her voice: "Boyan, I'm not as abnormal as you!"

Zhang Boyan still smiled quietly, with a clear wind and light clouds: "on metamorphosis, I'm far less than you!"

His fingers finally let go of the cup and knocked twice on the table, "you can't move Mo Xiaobei, if you really want to break up with me."

He got up as if to leave.

Mrs. Zhang's voice was bleak: "Boyan! You openly pestle me? "

Zhang Boyan took the car key and turned to his mother. "If you can help me in some small things, I think our common goal is still the same."

His face, clear and handsome, looks mature and charming in the light.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her son. She should have been proud because her son was so excellent. At the moment, people in H city had to kneel down and look at the Zhang family's face. They were no longer orphans and widows, and they didn't have to be bullied by others.

However, she and her son are no longer as close as before.

Today, there are only strangers and what he calls "common goals".

Mrs. Zhang whispered, "Boyan, do you still think I'm a mother?"

"Of course!" Zhang Boyan answered quickly.

But it was too fast, it seemed to be formulaic, and Mrs. Zhang was more lost.

She stood on a crutch for a long time before she sat down and waved her hand, "I can't go back... Boyan, you're no longer what you were when you were a child, before..."

Mrs. Zhang looked at him with sadness in her eyes. "You used to listen to your mother."

Zhang Boyan remained unmoved and said quietly, "people will grow up. I can't just listen to you forever."

Then he walked slowly towards the door, and the light pulled his figure very long

Mrs. Zhang's body trembled and her voice was sad: "Boyan, like your father, are you in love with that bitch?"

As she spoke, a cup at hand threw it at Zhang Boyan, missed it, and crashed to his feet.