Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Suddenly, she burst into tears.

Mo Xiaobei, you are so worthless!

He hasn't confessed to you, and you haven't said anything to him. In this way, it's not hurt. Each other's lives will be two parallel lines.

However, she still felt pain. She wanted to touch the small tooth mark on his shoulder again. She also wanted to ask him if his wife would mind if he got married one day.

However, these are just her poor imagination. Mo Xiaobei and Lu Ze will never be possible.

Mo Xiaobei hugged his knees and put his sharp chin on. For a long time, she raised her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. She was so fragile and pale.

She knew in her heart that it was not easy to win Zhang Boyan. He said he would not help Mo because of her, and she bet on the little jade hope in his eyes.

Yes, she always knew that Zhang Boyan had jade hopes for her, so she hated him very much!

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Time, it's Saturday soon.

Mr. Tang's dinner was held in Wenhua hotel with 80 tables. Of course, this is prepared for ordinary relatives, friends and subordinates, while important guests will have a separate banquet hall, which adopts Western self-help and is fully entertained by Tang's parent sun Tangyao.

At the door of the hotel, a hundred meter red carpet, with reporters holding long guns and short guns on both sides, and magnesium lights shining all over the night sky.

The most famous host of H City TV station presided excitedly and introduced the dignitaries and dignitaries who came to celebrate their birthday. At this time, the female host was almost screaming with excitement. God, it's president Zhang!!!

New rich in H city! The most powerful! And the best looking man!

When the hostess spoke, she stuttered and smeared a thick layer of powder on her face, and she could see that she blushed. Zhang Boyan only dealt with it lightly. When she was about to enter the banquet hall, Mo Xiaobei's gift car arrived in front of the red carpet.

Zhang Boyan didn't go in immediately, but stood in front of the red carpet and looked at it quietly.

Over there, the driver quickly got out of the car, wearing a straight black-and-white uniform and white gloves, and opened the door.

Tang Yao stood outside the limousine, holding the door and protecting Mo Xiaobei.

A pair of delicate white jade like legs stepped on the red carpet first, and then the whole person leaned out of the car.

The smoky gauze dress is designed with a V-neck. The white skin of Xiongkou has been extended to the spring. Although it is not enough to see a penny, it is enough to make people think infinitely. The waist is close, while the hem is a semi perspective dress. A pair of small tender n legs are looming. I don't know how many films have been murdered.

Upward, the little face is clear and gorgeous, with picturesque eyebrows, like an elf falling into the world.

Even Zhang Boyan, who is more than ten meters away, is also worried.

He looked at her, put his hand in Tang Yao's arm, raised his eyes and looked at Tang Yao. Then he came slowly here.

The hostess's eyes lit up and her voice was loud: "we welcome Tang Shao and his favorite cousin, Miss mo."

Tang Yao stood side by side with Mo Xiaobei and Zhang Boyan and accepted the interview. The female host also avoided the Mo Ruhai economic case. As a woman, she was only interested in Zhang Boyan's gossip.

"Nice to meet you, Miss mo." Zhang Boyan took the initiative to reach out and stared at Mo Xiaobei with black eyes.

Tang Yao knew that Xiaobei had been half successful.

She successfully aroused Zhang Boyan's... Sexual interest!