Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao's body hit the car body and made a bang——

For a long time, he stood up slowly, wiped the blood on his lower lip, and suddenly said, "do you know Lu Ze?"

Then he smiled, but the smile was a little desolate under the neon lights on the street.

Zhang Boyan's eyes narrowed slightly. Naturally, he knew that Lu Ze was the precious son of the Lu family.

At this time, it was no accident that Tang Yao mentioned Lu Ze. The man's intuition told him that Lu Ze was related to Mo Xiaobei.

Tang Yao took a cigarette out of his pocket, and in a quiet place, he turned his head aside: "Mr. Zhang, would you like one?"

Zhang Boyan didn't make a sound. Tang Yao smiled, took a deep breath and spit out the smoke ring. Then he said faintly: "before you go back to H City, Xiaobei and Lu Ze played together. Lu zezi plays piano in primary school. Compared with our Philistines, he really exists like white moonlight. "

Tang Yao paused for a moment and smiled mockingly, "of course, president Zhang's appearance is not inferior to anyone, but how dark president Zhang's heart is... I don't need to say more!"

Zhang Boyan's expression was a little stiff. Tang Yao's heart was a little more happy, like his unwillingness and resentment, which was seen on others' faces, a little more balance and comfort.

Tang Yao's tone was faint: "Lu Ze should be back next week."

Zhang Boyan stopped him from opening the door, "why tell me this!"

Tang Yao seemed to seriously think about the problems before Zhang Boyan, and slowly said, "maybe he thought that only general manager Zhang could protect her!"

Zhang Boyan let go.

Tang Yao smiled again. "Xiao Bei may have drunk too much. Please send her home."

He got into the car and started slowly. The black sports car slid past Zhang Boyan... At that moment, Zhang Boyan saw a light in the corner of Tang Yao's eyes.

After many years, when Zhang Boyan and Mo Xiaobei were in love, Tang Yao also had people around him, but Zhang Boyan never figured out whether Tang Yao cried that night. Did the man who was cruel and didn't lose him shed tears because he gave up a little girl.

Zhang Boyan stood in place for a moment and his eyes fell on the door of the club. Mo Xiaobei came out with the wall and a waiter beside him.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaobei pushed away the waiter, bent down and vomited wildly on the roadside

His face was black, he walked slowly and stood beside her: "that's all?"

"It's none of your business." She stood up with her hands as if he were a pillar, and then tried to push him away.

But Zhang Boyan picked her up and walked towards his car.

All the way, she struggled in his arms, "Zhang Boyan, you old bastard, let me go!"

Old bastard?

Even Zhang Hua, who was sitting in the car, heard this. He glanced at President Zhang and smiled - president Zhang is only 28 years old. Where is he old?

And Zhang Boyan, according to the noisy child, whispered, "stop it."

But the more he said, the drunken little guy made more trouble. He had no choice but to shoot it all at once.

This is terrible. Mo Xiaobei screamed, "you hit me again."

Zhang Boyan didn't fight any more. He didn't know what to say. He stuffed her little face in his arms, which made her almost out of breath.

His arms are so hot

When they got to the car, Zhang Hua was very Winky, opened the door for them, helped them get on the car, and drove around the front by himself.