Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan stopped and said in a low voice, "I like her very much. I have loved her for many years! Mom, if I can control it, I believe I won't deliberately make you uncomfortable, but I can't control it... I don't want to suppress it anymore. "

Mrs. Zhang trembled even more, "even if she is a sin, even if she is downing and your father..."

"Yes!" Zhang Boyan's voice was firm and calm. He turned slowly. The cold lamp made his facial features deep, like Zhang Wanshan.

Zhang Boyan looked at his mother, light and restrained: "Mom, I can do whatever you want, but Mo Xiaobei, you can't touch it."

Mrs. Zhang stood there, her thin and tall body shaking gently. For a time, she felt very lonely and lonely standing here

For a long time, she forced out a sentence, "Boyan, you have grown up."

Zhang Boyan looked at her quietly. "It's great if you can recognize it."

Mrs. Zhang suddenly said, "Zhang Hua, just stay here. I just have something to ask him."

"I drank wine, let him send me!" Zhang Boyan's tone was very light.

Mrs. Zhang narrowed her eyes. "Are you afraid I'll use family law against him?"

When she finished, Zhang Boyan's face changed and became more sinister than ever before.

Even Mrs. Zhang's eyes shrunk.

But that change was only an instant. Zhang Boyan soon returned to normal and his tone was very light. "Do you think I'll let you move him?"

Mrs. Zhang looked into his deep eyes and saw firmness in his eyes.

For a long time, she said quietly, "you're right. Don't drive after drinking. Let Zhang Hua take you! He has been with you for so many years and is most familiar with your temperament. Don't run here if he has nothing to do in the future. "

This is her concession.

Finally, Zhang Hua left with Zhang Boyan. Looking at their backs, Mrs. Zhang sat down slowly.

She supported her forehead with one hand, and her voice was very light: "these two children were so good before. If they were not good, I would smoke them. If they were good, they would be obedient... But now they are not good again."

Mrs. Zhang sighed: "especially Bo Yan, I am also distressed to see the injury behind him... But he is not obedient now."

Zhang Zhongyu was shocked to hear it. She knew it, but she had never seen it.

That's why she was so afraid of Mrs. Zhang.

A poor woman who has lost her husband, but also a disgusting abnormal old woman.

On the parking lot, Zhang Boyan sat in the car. Zhang Hua fastened his seat belt in front and said softly, "Mr. Zhang, in fact, you don't have to stop it. I can stand it."

"If you can stand it, do you have to?" Zhang Boyan closed his eyes slightly, "Zhang Hua, those darkness have passed, and no one can treat you like that in the future."

Zhang Hua was silent.

Those darkness are his and Zhang Zong's.

He started the car, the sports car galloped in the night of H City, walked through the high-rise buildings of reinforced concrete, and finally slowly entered a quiet private passage, which was long, but enough to wash the soul.

The car stopped at the door of Zhang Yuan's master's house. Zhang Boyan took a taxi to the door and looked at the music fountain opened by Fubo himself. He didn't get off immediately.

Zhang Hua also saw it.

"Go back first!" Zhang Boyan said quietly, "drive my car!"

He got off the bus, but Zhang Hua got off with him and shouted hurriedly, "president Zhang."