Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Because he was so good to her that even if the truth came out, she never doubted his love for her and never thought he was using her.

The birthday by the sea and the fireworks in New York are his favorite for her. He doesn't need to spend these thoughts to make use of it.

For a long time, she found her voice: "Zhang Boyan, I can't do it, just as you can't put it down, and I can't ask you to put it down."

She can be capricious when he dotes on her.

But today, she has no reason to be capricious.

He looked at her and said in a low voice, "let the driver see you off."

"I have my own car." She answered in a low voice.

He said nothing more.

Mo Xiaobei went out, but she still turned her head when she was at the door.

She saw him looking sideways at the book.

His eyes are very gentle

Mo Xiaobei's heartbeat suddenly became very fast.

He went downstairs and got on the bus. After a while, he started the car, but at this time, Lin Qian's car just came over.

Don't leave the car in front of her. Mo Xiaobei's car can't drive, so he can only stop.

Lin Qian rolled down the window. "Gone, little girl?"

Mo Xiaobei ignored him with a small face.

Lin Qian smiled and looked up at the direction of the study on the second floor: "Zhang Boyan's legs are useless again?"

This time, Mo Xiaobei rolled up the window, then started the car and hit Lin Qian's car straight.

Lin Qian opened his eyes wide, nest grass, can there be such an operation?

The little girl's car was damaged. Zhang Boyan bought it, but he had to pay for it himself.

Lin Qian immediately stopped the car and gave way.

Mo Xiaobei's car roared away. Lin Qian smiled, got out of the car, took the medicine box and went upstairs.

On the second floor, he looked at Zhang Boyan and smiled before he went in: "what did you do just now to make the little girl so angry?"

Zhang Boyan glanced at him and ignored him.

Lin Qian knew he couldn't ask anything, so he squatted down and checked Zhang Boyan's knee and looked at him again: "just forced others again?"

From this point of view, it's an injury plus an injury.

Zhang Boyan's eyes are a little deep.

"I know you and she are willing." Lin Qian smiled.

Alas, it's the most difficult to serve a proud man who wants face again.

Lin Qian gave Zhang Boyan an an injection to relieve pain. He said positively, "don't touch wine unless you don't want this leg."

Zhang Boyan was always quiet.

At this time, Lin Qian stared at the book as if he had discovered the new world.

"When did Zhang Zong become so sentimental?" Lin Qian smiled: "just a little girl. Just catch her and fix it to death. If you can't kill her, you'll kill yourself."

Zhang Boyan looked at him coldly, "you are as restless as Fubo now."

"Yes?" Lin Qian smiled: "I thought... We are different."

At this time, Fubo's five tone incomplete song "my good brother" came downstairs in good time.

Lin Qian shrugged, "it's just a coincidence."

Zhang Boyan picked up the scattered books with a cold attitude: "you can go back."

Lin Qian didn't miss it either, but when he left, he turned around and kindly suggested: "president Zhang, remember to hang up a medical department next time you go to the hospital..."

Zhang Boyan raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Check your endocrine. I'm afraid you'll have problems if you bear it for a long time." Lin Qian blinked and pushed the door out.

Zhang Boyan was the only one left in the study. His eyes fell back on the book and looked at the three words

I can't see anything else.