Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

With a golden crutch, old Tang looked dignified without a smile: "Xiao Bei, you still remember that I'm Grandpa."

"How do you explain what happened today?" Master Tang said, coughing fiercely. It seemed that he was really angry.

Mo Xiaobei stood straight, "I did it, and there's nothing to explain."

When she said this, Fu ran was a little anxious and wanted to speak, but Mo Xiaobei looked at him.

Fu ran didn't dare to say anything.

Master Tang stood up and was angry: "Xiaobei, do you remember that you are the descendant of the Tang family?"

"Xiaobei dare not forget!" Mo Xiaobei's eyes fell on the old man again.

Her small body stood in such a big hall. It looked fragile and seemed to hide a lot of energy.

Here, many are her relatives.

But at this time, she was alone.

Because her last name is mo.

Not Tang.

Blood relationship can never resist the temptation of interests.

Her little face was taut and looked straight at Old Tang. Suddenly, a clear and gorgeous smile burst out, "does grandpa still think I'm a granddaughter?"

Father Tang's face changed slightly.

"If Grandpa is still a relative of Xiaobei, he won't join hands with Shen Ru's mother and daughter!" Mo Xiaobei looked at the old man: "in Xiaobei's eyes, relatives should hold together for warmth, not kill each other."

Old Tang held the crutch tightly with his fingers.

This move made the descendants of the Tang family feel nervous.

This means that the old man is really angry.

At this time, only Tang Yao dared to shout: "old man!"

"Tang Yao, your account will be settled later." Master Tang's voice was slightly cold. "And listen, your favorite Xiaobei is going to turn against the Tang family now. Don't you understand?"

Tang Yao's eyes fell on Mo Xiaobei with some complexity——

Xiaobei she led all her firepower to herself in order to protect Fu ran.

His throat is a little fishy and sweet, unspeakably sad.

Xiao Bei, are you alone in the whole world, leaving only one Fu ran?

Tang Yao still wanted to say something, but the old man raised his hand and immediately two nephews pulled Tang Yao apart and put him aside.

In such a big hall, Xiao Bei was left standing alone, surrounded by ice and cold.

But her little face never flinched.

The old man stepped forward and was furious with Bing. He gnashed his teeth and said, "you are really a good grandson of the Tang family. You don't have the gentleness of your mother."

Mo Xiaobei raised his small face and looked at Old Tang. "If I were like my mother, I probably wouldn't exist."

The old man smiled gently, with a complicated look in his eyes.

What he didn't say is that Xiaobei doesn't look like her mother at all, but Xiaobei looks very much like herself when she was young.

Desperate and cruel enough.

He sneered and said, "what you mean now is that barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes?"

"Xiao Bei dare not! Xiaobei has a lot to worry about. " She looked straight at the old man: "for example, how did my mother die? Xiao Bei didn't dare to take off his shoes until he found out! "

For the first time, Mr. Tang was so popular that the blood vessels on his head almost burst.

He squints. Now he wants to dig out his old woman and show her her her good genes.

(the old man forgot that he thought Xiao Bei was the most like himself.)

Originally, Tang Yao was worried, but now he was not worried.