Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan closed his eyes slightly and stuck to her little face.

"Dad sentenced, didn't he?" She buried herself in his arms and asked softly.

He was silent for a moment. He let out a sound. He gently followed her long hair with his fingers. His voice was low and dumb: "twenty years."

When he finished, she kept silent for a long time

However, his heart slowly became wet and hot, very uncomfortable.

Yes, she cried.

His heart is also wet and hot

He knows that she hurts, and he also hurts. She hurts because of Mo Ruhai, and he hurts because of Mo Xiaobei.

But Xiao Bei, if you feel any pain, I still have to do something.

However, unlike many Avengers, Zhang Boyan fell in love with her.

He thought she was innocent.

Innocent she, when sad, had to be in his arms.

In such a quiet embrace that seemed to tear her heart and lungs, her small fist gently pounded behind his shoulder, and her voice was choked: "you can decide how many years to sentence, can't you?"

The person in charge of this case is the person she wanted last time. That person is very familiar with Zhang Boyan.

She was crying in his arms, while Zhang Boyan smiled bitterly and gently pressed her small head: "Xiaobei, there is some justice, but it's late."

She will never know how much he has conceded in this matter.

The original plan was that there was no chance for Hailian to live, and at this time, the Mo family had disappeared all at once

But even so, she cried like a child.

Zhang bowed his head, looked at his little head and sighed, "don't cry, Xiao Bei. Fu Bo said you haven't eaten all day. You deliberately starved and made me feel bad, didn't you?"

"Will you be distressed?" Her thin arm still hugged him, and her body moved in his arms: "Zhang Boyan, if I make trouble without reason, will you still be distressed?"

Four eyes are opposite.

His black eyes were stained with an unpredictable layer. For a long time, he smiled lightly: "it depends on what it is!"

Mo Xiaobei's lips moved gently and didn't say anything.

Instead, she raised a smile at him, a very fragile and beautiful smile.

"I'll go down to dinner." Her voice is very quiet.

Zhang Boyan rubbed her head. "I'll hold you down."

She didn't refuse, but meekly held him down.

She didn't eat all day, and her head did feel dizzy and leaned powerlessly in his arms.

Zhang Boyan put her on the chair. Fu Bo immediately served the dishes with eyes. Each dish was mo Xiaobei's favorite.

Fuber also had a little sadness in his heart. According to the young master, Xiao Bei is going to New York these days.

Alas, I really can't bear to be cute.

However, the young master's decision is always right.

Mo Xiaobei ate very slowly, but he finished all the dishes Zhang Boyan brought her. After dinner, he went to the living room upstairs and didn't make a sound, so he quietly lay on the sofa.

It's rare for Zhang Boyan to accompany her without dealing with business.

Mo Xiaobei lay on his knee and said softly, "Zhang Boyan, will the night in New York be so quiet?"

He smiled: "I think so."

"Are you worried about me?" She raised her little face. "Zhang Boyan, aren't you afraid of me running away?"

"Will you?" His voice was hoarse to the extreme.

Mo Xiaobei shook his head and went back on his stomach again. He didn't speak any more.

Night, slowly become deep.

They've been hugging each other.

But the hug, like the night, has no temperature.