Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Is it your mother or the person you like?" She was still on her stomach and asked in a softer voice.

Zhang Boyan was silent for a while before he gently said, "I like people very much."

Mo Xiaobei raised his eyes and looked into his eyes. So did Zhang Boyan.

But without much explanation, he rubbed her long hair and said, "sleep!"

But how can you sleep?

It's doomed that both of them are sleepless all night.

The next morning, Mo Xiaobei opened his eyes and felt dizzy. His hand touched his side. Zhang Boyan was gone.

She lay down with her eyes closed and immediately put on her morning coat and ran downstairs.

In the middle of the stairs, her steps slowed down——

Zhang Boyan has not left yet. He is standing in the hall holding his mobile phone and talking.

When she looked at him, he suddenly turned to look at her and hung up his cell phone.

Mo Xiaobei didn't move. Zhang Boyan came up slowly, "why don't you wear shoes?"

She gave a cry and turned to run upstairs, but he had bent down and picked her up.

She immediately hugged his neck.

Zhang Boyan held her to the master bedroom on the second floor, put on her shoes himself, and then whispered, "if you don't wear shoes again, I'll play P shares!"

She sat by the bed, her small mouth tightly closed, and her face was a little uneasy.

After Mo Ruhai's accident, she often showed such an expression. Zhang Boyan felt heartache.

His black eyes stared at her for a long time and whispered, "today, I'm at home. I'll take a good leave for you at school."

Then he rubbed her long hair and wanted to get up. Her arm was hugged by her.

Mo Xiaobei's face was flustered, "why?"

His eyes were gentle: "I didn't sleep well last night, did I?"

Mo Xiaobei hung his eyes, "but I'm still uneasy."

She raised her eyes, her beautiful lips trembled slightly, "Zhang Boyan, I'm afraid!"

Her face is full of vulnerability and dependence.

Zhang bowed slightly and kissed her forehead: "don't worry, I'll... Follow up."

He spoke very difficultly: "Beibei, I will try my best."

She could hardly believe it. There was moisture in her eyes.

"Zhang Boyan, am I still embarrassed to you?" She asked softly.

Zhang Boyan smiled a little and rubbed her hair. His voice was hoarse: "well, I'm going to the company. Don't worry! Huh? "

Her eyes glistened with tears, knowing that she had really embarrassed him.

But she will never understand that this is not a dilemma, it is to overthrow Zhang Boyan's lifelong faith.

I know it's wrong. It's dangerous. It will bring danger.

But he gave in for her.

When Zhang Boyan went downstairs, uncle Fu stood at the bottom of the stairs with his arms down, looked at him with a complex expression and shouted, "young master."

Zhang Boyan gently raised his hand: "don't say, I know!"

He raised his head slightly, "send Xiaobei a glass of milk later. Remember to watch her drink."

Then he looked at fuber.

With a slight chill in his heart, Fubo saw his young master pour a glass of milk himself, take out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, put a small white pill in and shake it well.

From Fubo's many years of Jianghu experience, I'm afraid it's sleeping pills!

Fuber's eyes widened and looked at his young master in disbelief.

Uncle Zhang's eyes fell on Uncle Fu and moved to the milk: "let her drink!"

Then he went to the door and heard a faint voice: "otherwise you can go back to your hometown to provide for the elderly!"