Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Bo Yan was so excellent in the past. He showed his love for Mo Xiaobei since he was a child. She thought it was blood nature. How do you know it contained these thoughts.

It's getting worse and worse!

Because he was angry, he threw something at him. Zhang Boyan didn't avoid it. The jade cup hit him on the forehead

A wisp of crimson blood slowly slid down the corner of the forehead, fell in the corner of the eye, and then fell down again.

Like Zhang Boyan's bloody tears, he looked a little frightened.

Zhang Zhongyu covered his face at the door and exclaimed, "brother."

Mrs. Zhang was also stunned, and then shouted, "Zhongyu, go upstairs."

Zhang Zhongyu was still stunned. Mrs. Zhang's voice called more severely. She woke up like a dream and hurried upstairs.

Just in the middle of the stairs, she stopped, looked at Zhang Boyan's forehead and pursed her mouth.

While Zhang Boyan sat there, it didn't seem to hurt.

Afraid of Mrs. Zhang, Zhang Zhongyu went upstairs.

When she left, Mrs. Zhang's expression suddenly collapsed, left the sofa and squatted in front of Zhang Boyan. Her fingers explored upward, but they never fell, but fell in the air. Her voice also hesitated: "Boyan, don't worry! Mom didn't mean it. "

Zhang Boyan looked at her quietly. The wisp of blood still kept falling.

Blood beads, drop by drop, dropped on Zhang Boyan's white shirt and soon dyed red.

Mrs. Zhang's heart trembled. For a long time, she raised her head and sneered: "Bo Yan, you are intentional. Let me watch you get hurt, I will feel guilty and I won't have the heart, will I?"

"You've grown up to count your mother." Mrs. Zhang's voice suddenly choked: "you calculated wrong, I won't feel bad."

She closed her eyes: "when did I love you?"

Zhang Boyan still looked at her and said frankly, "Mom, we can try. What did you lose in the end?"

As he spoke, he suddenly got up, but finally his body shook because of the injury on his forehead.

Mrs. Zhang was in a trance and her facial muscles trembled. She wanted to come forward, but Zhang Boyan held the armrest of the sofa and walked out slowly and straightly.

Mrs. Zhang's legs were not very good. At this time, she had no crutches, so she stumbled after her.

Her voice seemed a little bleak in the night wind: "Zhang Hua!"

Zhang Hua had already got out of the car. When he saw Zhang Zong's injured forehead, he was cluttered in his heart——

Zhang Zong even used the bitter meat trick?

In those years, the injury behind them was not only their bad memory, but also the old lady's place.

Those scars are just hurting each other.

Now, president Zhang deliberately injured himself, forcing the old lady to give in?

Although the old lady seems hard spoken, I'm afraid she has been shocked by President Zhang.

Zhang Hua sighed in his heart: Zhang always has a set of women. Old and small can be coaxed.

Moreover, it was done in a noble and full manner, which did not damage his face at all.

The heart is full of twists and turns, but the face is immediately held, and the voice is solemn: "don't worry, old lady, I will take good care of president Zhang."

Mrs. Zhang held the door handrail on one side, and the night wind blew her face, adding a little bleak to her aging face. Her eyes kept looking at her son.

The moonlight is bright.

Zhang Boyan turned slowly. He looked at his mother with a faint voice, "I don't regret it."

I don't regret liking Mo Xiaobei. I didn't regret when you smoked my back. I didn't regret when I was passive today

The future may be hated by Xiaobei, but I won't regret it——

Because I can't resist warmth.

[in the new week, let's vote more. Good night ~]