Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei screamed and immediately covered his eyes.

Zhang Boyan's eyes stared at her: "how dare you look?"

She felt too pretentious and took her hand, and he had turned his side.

Not that she hadn't seen his body, but at this time, she was slightly tempted. Her eyes fell behind him. When she looked at several blood marks on the other side, Mo Xiaobei was stunned, and then realized who it was and under what circumstances.

His face was red and hot. He hardly dared to look at it. When he finished, he couldn't help looking. In addition to the scratch, there were many old wounds on his back.

A long time ago.

Before her reason came, she couldn't help reaching out to touch the wounds and whispered, "how did these stay?"

While talking, Zhang Boyan put on his bathrobe again without expression and stared at her: "Mo Xiaobei, do you care about me?"

Mo Xiaobei hung his eyes, "Mr. Zhang, isn't this the basic reaction of normal people?"

His eyes were full of research and judgment, and he smiled lightly for a long time: "then I thank you, go out!"

He turned his face at once, which made Mo Xiaobei feel at a loss. With her, it was really

She still bowed her head to him. "Excuse me, Mr. Zhang, can I change my clothes in the bathroom?"

As for last night, she believed that nothing had happened, and she had had enough of his strange appearance and didn't want to wait.

Zhang Boyan looked at her little face and said in a cold voice, "of course."

"Thank you." She hung her small face, slowly returned to the bedroom and changed her clothes as quickly as possible.

When he came out, Zhang Boyan said quietly, "the documents are ready. Don't come here in the future. If there are really important documents, let Lao Zhao go to the company to get them."

This is a complete demarcation line!

Mo Xiaobei looked down at his toes, nodded silently, and choked in his voice.

She felt that this was probably the temper of rich people, who could throw their faces at any time when they were unhappy.

In fact, Mo Xiaobei used to have such a temper, but now she doesn't.

She is an ordinary person now and has to wait on these gentlemen.

Mo Xiaobei went downstairs. He was busy downstairs, but he had nothing to do with her.

Lin Qian was still eating breakfast, praising Fubo's excellent workmanship. Niu Yan Fubo smiled proudly and tilted his beard.

The servants of the family came and went and occasionally looked at her, but they immediately bowed their heads and didn't dare to look.

Only little meatball sat on the table and looked at her secretly.

I probably knew that my father had fallen out with her. The little ball didn't come around, so I could only look at it with cute big eyes.

Mo Xiaobei looked at all this. It was clear that everything was strange, but she felt she had been here for a long time.

Left, heartache.

She went out and walked through the green grass. Even Zhang Anxi's silly dog just looked at it and continued to play with her.

Mo Xiaobei bit his lip and turned his head to look at Zhang Yuan's main house.

All the people in this house are looking at Zhang Boyan's face. She has nothing to do with Zhang Boyan. A dog doesn't bother to pay attention to her.

Her eyes were warm, and Mo remembered the cup of hot milk tea he held for her that night.

Tears rushed up.

Mo Xiaobei, obviously you are the one who refused him. How can you make yourself very wronged now.

Affectation!

Do you think you are still the former Mo Xiaobei? You haven't been there for a long time. What you eat and wear now are all from others. What qualifications do you have to be angry again?