Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei's expression was a little worried. She didn't think about it.

She and Lu Ze grew up together. He saved her, and she likes such a clean boy, but she is happy... Since the accident in Mo's family, she can't imagine that she will be happy with Lu Ze.

She is not a realistic person, but the reality does not allow her to be capricious.

If she were with Lu Ze at the moment, she would still worry about Mo's family and even struggle bitterly.

She probably... Won't be happy.

Her little face is a little distracted. In fact, this is the reason why she chose to be with Zhang Boyan at the beginning, but she didn't think he would be so kind to her.

And, even what he said... Amorous.

He was confused and looked at Fu ran: "I don't know if I'm happy with Zhang Boyan, but... I can't accept it myself."

"Xiao Bei, Zhang Boyan and Mo Nansheng haven't started. What he has in his eyes is always you... I think you should know very well." Fu ran Wen smiled gently, "listen to me and forget Lu Ze! With Zhang Boyan. "

in harness?

Mo Xiaobei was a little distracted: "didn't I stay with him?"

Fu Ran's hand clenched her and his tone was firm: "to be really with him is not a warm and ignorant little girlfriend, but to marry him, be his legal wife, share everything with him and monopolize his body."

Mo Xiaobei stayed for a while and shook his head. "Ranran, if there is no last word, I will think it's a very serious idea!"

"X life is the most important thing in marriage, okay?" Fu ranbai glanced at her: "can't Zhang Boyan, do you think it will be a good thing?"

Mo Xiaobei stammered: "Taihang is not a good thing."

Fu Ran's eyes were divine and glittered with gossip.

Mo Xiaobei hung his head: "that... Will be very tired!"

Fu ran: ha ha.

Mo Xiaobei was a little fried. The two girls quarreled for a while, watched a movie and had dinner together, and then separated.

When Mo Xiaobei returned to Zhangyuan, it was already eight o'clock at night. When he returned, Fubo welcomed him and cared about xiaocute.

"Fubo, I've eaten. Go upstairs and have a rest!" Mo Xiaobei smiled and ran upstairs with his small bag.

Fu Bo lamented downstairs: "the young master is not at home, and no one cares about my feelings as a left behind old man."

Mo Xiaobei came over from the second floor and gave Fubo a grimace, "Fubo can find a wife!"

The old face of Fu Bo was red: "when you are old, you can still be so serious!"

Mo Xiaobei spit out his tongue and ran away.

Fu Bo thought of his young master's words and hummed, "you have no conscience."

Mo Xiaobei turned back: "Fubo, I heard it!"

Old fauber blushed even more and left with spitting.

Mo Xiaobei was suddenly in a particularly good mood. He went upstairs and threw himself into the big bed. Later, he reached for his mobile phone and opened it. There was no missed call.

He secretly thought that Zhang Boyan should have arrived in New York long ago. Now there is no news, that is, he is still angry?

Mo Xiaobei wrinkled his nose and hesitated again and again. He still dialed the phone.

After the phone rang five times, it answered, but it was not Zhang Boyan, but a strange woman who said in fluent English, "is it looking for ban?"