Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The next day, Mo Xiaobei woke up at noon.

There is some pain on the body, which is the result of indulgence last night.

She closed her eyes, touched a pillow, held it in her arms, and lay down for a while before she got up.

Brush your teeth, put on a thick sweater and went downstairs. I found it quiet downstairs——

Even the normally agitated Fubo was not seen.

Mo Xiaobei stood on the stairs and slowed down. Then she saw Mrs. Zhang sitting on the sofa.

Mrs. Zhang sat and tasted tea casually. She said softly, "isn't it a surprise?"

Immediately, she looked at Mo Xiaobei.

Mo Xiaobei's body moved. Her intuition told her it was dangerous and wanted to run upstairs——

But she just moved. Mrs. Zhang's voice rang out slowly: "do you want to call Bo Yan?"

Then he raised his hand gently.

Fubo was escorted in. The old man was very embarrassed. He stuffed a piece of cloth in his mouth and couldn't speak.

He looked at Mo Xiaobei, shook his head desperately and motioned her to run.

Mo Xiaobei quietly clenched his fingers into a fist and looked directly at Mrs. Zhang: "what do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you." Mrs. Zhang's tone was indifferent: "talk about something you don't know."

Mo Xiaobei just wanted to talk. Fubo spit out his smelly socks: "Xiaobei, call the young master!"

Looking at her immobility, fuber couldn't help but burst into foul language: "when is his mother? Why do you care about me, an old man? She didn't dare do anything to me."

"Really?" Mrs. Zhang smiled coldly, "Fubo, do you think you and the old man have grown up since childhood, and the old man can't give up you?"

When she finished, fuber had a black barrel in his head, and fuber scolded angrily.

Mo Xiaobei looked at it motionless, and his breathing was painful.

Mrs. Zhang smiled, but her eyes were cold, "Mo Xiaobei, you can choose."

"I'll go with you." Slowly, Mo Xiaobei spoke.

Mrs. Zhang got up, went to Fubo and took down the gun, "very good."

Fu Bo was stunned, even though he was in a hurry to say, "Xiao Bei, you can't!"

Mo Xiaobei smiled vaguely, "don't worry, I'll be fine."

She wants to be happy, but she can't be happy in fuber's blood.

Fubo was stunned and struggled desperately - the young master left Xiaobei at home because he trusted him. He couldn't let his wife take Xiaobei away.

But he struggled and was kicked down by the man in black behind him, and then punched and kicked.

Fubo was old and lay on the ground a few times. Shen Yin continued. His old arms and legs hurt everywhere.

But even so, he tried his best to protect Xiaobei.

Those fists, like raindrops, fell on him

"Stop fighting." Mo Xiaobei rushed over and stopped in front of him.

Her little face was tight: "Fubo has been at Zhang's house for so many years. If something happens to him, I don't think you can explain it to the old man, can you?"

Mrs. Zhang walked towards Mo Xiaobei step by step with a crutch.

The expression on her face cooled with each step.

Mo Xiaobei stood up slowly and stopped Fubo behind him.

In her face, there was no doubt. Although she was helpless, her momentum did not lose.

Fubo quietly pulled her with his old bone behind her and motioned her not to annoy the old lady, but Mo Xiaobei still looked directly at Mrs. Zhang without any concession.

Mrs. Zhang walked up to her and smiled lightly: "she is worthy of being the daughter of Wanshan. She looks like him in those days."

Fubo was stunned: did the old lady misunderstand something? It's a big misunderstanding!