Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan smiled and looked at Fu Bo: "entertain the old man. I'm a little tired and want to go upstairs to have a rest."

He took Mo Xiaobei upstairs. Mo Xiaobei broke away. Her voice was small: "I want to go back."

Zhang Boyan's eyes were deep: "because the old man is coming?"

He smiled: "this is not a Shanshui residence, if you still feel a little uncomfortable..."

He raised his voice, "Fubo, let someone change Zhangyuan into Beiyuan tomorrow."

Fubo's ox eyes are wide open: nest grass, can you still have such an operation?

Mr. Zhang also said that he couldn't listen anymore and stared at his grandson: "is there such nonsense?"

"I can't be more serious!" Zhang Boyan whispered, grabbed Mo Xiaobei's hand and almost forced her upstairs

Fuber watched them go up until he couldn't see them, and then looked at the old man carefully: "ah Cai, young man..."

"Is it just the impulse of young people?" Master Zhang's face finally cooled down: "look at Bo Yan, is he going to separate from the girl? He didn't think about how to explain to the Lu family like this? "

Fubo's expression also restrained and wanted to speak for Mo Xiaobei, but he didn't dare to say more.

At this time, his talkative will only make the old man more disgusted. He grew up with the old man since childhood. The old man's temperament is not accurate.

Master Zhang sighed: "Boyan suffered a lot when he was a child. It's understandable to keep a favorite little girl around, but he must marry Luman."

He paused: "the Lu family has a wide network in the north. Boyu needs these. What's more, the shares held by his mother have always been a threat to Bo Yan. "

The old man can see that it is impossible to want this grandson to leave Mo Xiaobei.

He put the crutch in his hand hard, and then looked at Fubo: "Ah Fu, I can answer you for other things. Only this one thing, I and Fubo said his mother was in the same position!"

Said, some coldness.

Fuber was so empty that he had to help him.

Usually, a person who is so funny and forced is very depressed, and his voice is also low, "I have a sense of propriety."

Mr. Zhang couldn't bear to scold him. Before getting on the bus, he turned his head and said in a low voice, "the little girl is good, but I can't forget the death of Wanshan. She... Can't enter the door of the Zhang family. Tell Bo Yan that I said it."

When the old man finished, he felt something in his heart. He was stunned for a long time before he got on the bus.

The car starts slowly.

Fuber stood until he could not see, and then he returned to the hall.

In the empty hall, there was the old man's cigarette pot.

Fuber was stunned again. The old man kept this with him. Now he forgot it here——

No, where did you forget?

This is clearly to tell him ah Fu. The friendship between them depends on how he chooses Ah Fu

There was a touch of loss on fuber's face.

Upstairs study.

Zhang Boyan sat on the sofa reading while Mo Xiaobei sat quietly aside.

She finally couldn't help saying, "Zhang Boyan, I'm leaving."

"You said you would take care of me until tomorrow." His eyes still fell on the book with a faint tone.

Don't take Mo Xiaobei's small face aside and look outside, "Zhang Boyan, don't embarrass me, will you?"

"Embarrassed?" He put down the book and looked at her quietly: "you asked me about those things. Why, when you finished asking, you planned to be ignorant?"