Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan stretched out his hand and followed her black straight hair with very gentle movements.

She also leaned softly on his shoulder and held him in her two thin arms

For a long time, his low voice came from above: "Xiao Bei, go to study in New York!"

Mo Xiaobei's body was stiff, but she didn't speak.

Zhang Boyan's fingers slid down and gently pressed her shoulder. His voice was deep and slow: "think about it, huh?"

Mo Xiaobei's face was close to his neck and his small hand hugged tightly. "Zhang Boyan, is this a condition?"

She raised her small face and fixed her eyes on his face.

Behind such warmth, there is actually the most cruel exchange.

They, in fact, know very well.

Zhang Boyan didn't avoid her eyes and said softly, "he pleaded guilty to everything about your father."

Mo Xiaobei was surprised, and his face became flustered.

"Listen to me." Zhang Boyan looked at her. "I said hello. It won't last forever. It will be 20 years."

Mo Xiaobei's pupils scattered a little. It took a long time to whisper, "is the condition that I go to New York?"

She looked at him with a lighter voice: "Zhang Boyan, isn't it?"

He sighed slightly, "it's my hope."

"Isn't it a condition?" Mo Xiaobei murmured, and then smiled at him: "if I don't go, will my father live forever?"

He didn't speak.

But at this time, silence is the most cruel acquiescence.

Mo Xiaobei's lips trembled slightly and didn't say a word for a long time.

Finally, her fingers clenched into fists and hit him heavily on the shoulder. Her small face was buried in his shoulder. In a moment, he felt the damp heat on his shoulder.

Was she crying?

He sighed slightly: "Xiaobei!"

Mo Xiaobei was buried on his shoulder and his voice was very stuffy: "Zhang Boyan, I hate you!"

Those words are like killing the heart.

Zhang Boyan closed his eyes slightly. When he opened it again, he was already gentle: "go to New York and start over."

She didn't push him away, just buried her face.

After a long time, she whispered, "I want to wait until dad is sentenced."

He was shocked, but he didn't object.

That night, she didn't sleep. He held her from behind. It was clear.

She shed tears all night. He was heartbroken, but he was still cruel——

If she stays, what he does will make her shed more tears.

The next day, even Fu Bo noticed with sharp eyes that the couple were making trouble. Fu Bo thought it was wrong. Didn't his aunt's towel look beautiful last night, and then quarreled again?

He looked at Mo Xiaobei's little white face and said with concern: "Xiaobei, if you don't sleep well, you can sleep more. It's only eight o'clock. Don't girls want to have a beauty sleep?"

Mo Xiaobei glanced at him and then at Zhang Boyan.

Fubo immediately understood that it was the young master who forced the little girls to get up to eat with him. It was really overbearing.

So the little eyes threw, some y swing.

Zhang Boyan naturally felt Fubo's super strong radio wave and his voice was faint: "people are old and can go back to their hometown and retire."

Fubo immediately stepped back and was wronged: young master, you would scare me with this. Was Fubo scared?

Zhang Boyan had finished eating, wiped his lower lip, and looked at Mo Xiaobei when he got up. His voice was very gentle: "don't go to school. If you're tired, rest at home."

She raised her eyes, looked at him, pursed her small mouth and gave a light hum. She was still reluctant to talk to him.