Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The night passed until the RV drove into Zhangyuan.

When the lights went dark, Zhang Hua opened the door and asked Zhang Boyan to get off.

Zhang Boyan raised his hand and said faintly, "no, go back first!"

Zhang Hua was a little worried and stood there.

Zhang Boyan took a few steps, turned back and looked at Zhang Hua under the faint moonlight.

After a long time, he said, "Zhang Hua, if you have a chance, leave the Zhang family! You can have a better life. There's no need to tie it in Zhang's house all your life. "

Zhang Hua's expression became solemn, "Mr. Zhang, I won't leave you."

Zhang Boyan was a few steps away from him and came slowly, only one step away.

His hand rested on Zhang Hua's shoulder, and his voice was very weak. "My surname is Zhang, but you can't surname Zhang."

Zhang Hua is a child raised by the Zhang family, but there is no need to bear the hatred of the Zhang family with him.

For more than ten years, Zhang Hua... Can fly high enough.

Zhang Hua's eyes fell quietly on his shoulder, looked at the jade palm and smiled faintly: "I've been used to it for so many years and don't plan to change my name."

Zhang Boyan smiled lightly, took away his palm, turned and walked towards the hall.

The strong night wind blew his clothes, and Zhang Hua stood there and watched for a long time.

When Zhang Boyan got home, it was already eight o'clock.

Fu Bo came up and looked at the injury on his forehead. He was surprised: "who didn't have eyes! Call Dr. Lin quickly. "

Zhang Boyan lowered his eyes and looked at the little old man Fubo meaningfully, "my mother smashed it! Just take some gauze and don't call Lin Qian. "

Lin Qian usually sees a doctor for Master Zhang. If he comes, he will not talk in front of him.

Fu Bo contacted him and said, "young master, sit down first. I'll get the medicine box."

Then he went to get it, but when Fubo took the medicine and turned back, his young master had disappeared.

Fuber thought about it, just sighed, took up the medicine box and put it at the door of the master bedroom.

Moreover, the old guy leaned over and listened. There seemed to be nothing moving in it. Then he went down quietly.

The bedroom was dark.

Zhang Boyan slowly approached the big bed and sat down by the bed

"Are you back?" Mo Xiaobei's voice rustled, like he just woke up.

Then she yawned, "why am I so sleepy and dizzy. What time is it, Zhang Boyan? "

With that, her little head moved over, rested on his leg, and stretched out one hand to turn on the light.

But her hand was intercepted by his palm, and then she held it in her hand.

"Zhang Boyan?" Mo Xiaobei raised his eyes and looked at him. Then he struggled and quickly turned on the bedside lamp with his other hand.

The warm yellow light lit up every inch of the bedroom and exposed the injury on his forehead.

Mo Xiaobei was stunned and touched his finger gently: "Zhang Boyan, what's the matter?"

He grabbed her little hand and said quietly, "nothing!"

"It's all bleeding. It's nothing!" She looked up at him with a little face, with a touch of moisture in her eyes.

He paused and said, "I'll get the medicine box and wrap it up for you."

Zhang Boyan held her arm and his eyes were burning: "are you worried about me?"

"Yes." She hung her head, "Zhang Boyan, please release me and I'll take the medicine for you..."

But instead of loosening her, he held her in his arms and held her very tight.