Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He sat for a while, smoked only one cigarette, put out his cigarette end and walked towards the bed.

Mo Xiaobei slept heavily, and he didn't feel anything when he lay beside him.

Zhang Boyan took her into his arms and gently kissed her on the forehead: "good night, Beibei."

The night was deeper. The moonlight playfully penetrated the curtains and sprinkled on the luxurious big bed. The villain's small hand hugged the man and rubbed his small face in his arms: "brother."

At that moment, Zhang Boyan's heart was incredibly soft.

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The next day, when Mo Xiaobei woke up, Zhang Boyan was no longer in bed.

Her face was fishy and loose, and she buried it in the pillow. There was the smell of Zhang Boyan on it. She couldn't help thinking of the entanglement last night. Her face was a little hot, and so was her heart.

Stretch out a small white finger and gently scratch between the pillows. The little face is a little red——

She doesn't like him!

When she jumped out of bed with her bare feet and stood on the carpet, her little face was almost distorted——

MMP in my heart... He's a beast!

Reluctantly found a bathrobe and put it on. It was a little big, like a man's style, with the smell of Zhang Boyan on it.

Mo Xiaobei quietly went out and found it everywhere, but the whole suite was found and Zhang Boyan was not found

At this time, Zhang Boyan stood in the study of another suite, holding his mobile phone in his hand.

The other party is Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang's voice was stern: "Boyan, I heard you took Mo Xiaobei to New York and met Luman?"

Zhang Boyan and Zhang Hua looked at each other, then smiled lightly: "yes!"

Mrs. Zhang's voice suddenly became angry: "Boyan, why do you do this?"

Zhang Boyan's slender body leaned on the desk and smiled: "probably lonely!"

When he said this, Mrs. Zhang's face was going to be angry. "The Lu family is a very important partner in our future. Don't you mean to embarrass Lu man?"

Zhang Boyan's expression was slightly restrained, "Mom, Luman and I are not like that!"

"But Luman, she likes you. After all these years, mom doesn't believe you. She doesn't feel at all." Mrs. Zhang said discontentedly, "Boyan, I've always turned a blind eye to you and Mo Xiaobei, just because you like it."

Zhang Boyan interrupted her: "Mom, are you because I like it, or because you are quietly enjoying Downing's daughter being played by me?"

Mrs. Zhang's breath was almost still, and there was an embarrassment to be seen through.

For many years, she thought her wound had long scarred, but at this time, it was opened by her own son.

Her face was gloomy and terrible. After a long time, she whispered, "Boyan, do you really want to turn against me for a woman like your father?"

"No!" Zhang Boyan's voice was clear and cold: "after all, you are my mother."

Mrs. Zhang's heart was a little blocked and her tone eased, but she still said angrily: "you know I'm your mother, I won't be so angry with me!"

Zhang Boyan's fingers stroked his forehead and looked at Zhang Hua again. Then he smiled: "Mom, aren't I just avenging you? Mo Xiaobei was tortured to death! "

Zhang Hua said he couldn't listen!

Who was the man who flew a helicopter to play romance over New York last night?

Originally, I thought that the three-story cake was boastful enough on Mo Xiaobei's birthday, but the fireworks around New York would only be more extravagant!

This is throwing money over New York!