Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

As the days passed, Mo Xiaobei occasionally went to see Tang Yao or Fu ran. Zhang Boyan knew and didn't say anything.

However, in the following month, they did have a lot of shares and lost their previous intimacy.

She will no longer act like a spoiled child with him as before, nor will she run over and jump around him when he comes back: "Uncle Zhang, guess what uncle Fu has prepared for you tonight?", Not to mention holding his neck in the early morning, saying Zhang Boyan, brush your teeth first and I'll sleep for a while

Zhang Boyan sat in the office and smiled gently, with a bitter smile.

Zhang Hua stood at his desk and whispered, "president Zhang, Mo Ruhai will be sentenced tomorrow. Are you going?"

"No." He raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Hua: "Xiaobei, she can't go either. It's better not to go, so that she won't be sad."

Zhang Hua nodded and hesitated before whispering: "I heard that Mo Nansheng has been making a lot of trouble recently. He said he ran to Mo's lawyer several times."

Zhang Boyan looked at him sideways.

Zhang Hua smiled: "it should be for the shares in Mo Ruhai's hand."

"How did Mo Ruhai plan?" Zhang Boyan asked quietly.

In fact, now Mo's shares are fragmented. In the long run, Mo Ruhai really doesn't need to support it. After all, Mo Nansheng is not the material. Holding Mo's shares in his hand is the best way to wait for Hua Rui or his action.

But Zhang Boyan's heart was too clear that Mo Ruhai was not so simple.

His choice, there will be only one.

But he didn't talk to Zhang Hua in detail.

Zhang Hua smiled: "Lawyer Zhang is also a crafty man. How could he give Mo Nansheng any answer? He just fooled the past."

Zhang Boyan didn't ask again.

Because the truth always comes.

He, no hurry.

On the night of Mo Ruhai's sentence, he went back very early.

As soon as he got back, fuber took the coat in his hand and lowered his voice“ Upstairs, I haven't eaten all day. "

Zhang Boyan stood in the warm yellow light of the first room and looked upstairs. His thin lips pursed slightly: "I'm angry. I'll go up and have a look."

Fubo said, "young master, be gentle with the little girl."

Zhang Boyan paused and slowly went upstairs.

And the little old man, Baba looked at it for a while and whispered: "little girl, if you read the young master's good... Just..."

Later, I couldn't bear to say it.

On the second floor, Zhang Boyan opened the door of the master bedroom. She was not there.

He thought for a while, so he went to the door of the bedroom he had prepared for her and gently pushed it away.

She was, lying on the North terrace, looking out.

His throat was a little tight: "Xiao Bei?"

Mo Xiaobei stood in the darkness of a room. When he heard his voice, he paused for a moment before he whispered, "are you back?"

He walked slowly over, took her back to the bed and sat down. "It's so cold, standing by the window will catch cold."

Her thin arm hugged his neck at once.

Zhang Boyan held her waist and said softly, "Xiao Bei?"

"Don't talk. Let me hold it for a while." Her voice was very low and small, with a touch of nasal sound. It was obvious that she had cried.

Zhang Boyan stroked her long hair with his other hand, like coaxing a child.

Her hands, more tightly.

That strength, there is a sense of despair.