Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Ah Fu dare not! Ah Fu just loves the young master. The young master has suffered so much since he ate. Others don't want to feel bad, but Ah Fu feels bad! Although Ah Fu is a servant, in Ah Fu's heart, the young master is Ah Fu's child and Ah Fu's lifeblood. " Faber finished, slightly owed his body and withdrew.

He didn't look back, although his eyes were wet.

Mr. Zhang looked at his back, his eyelids trembling, but he didn't open his mouth to stop him.

At the door, fuber paused and went back to Xiaobei's ward.

Instead of going in, he looked at the door for a while.

At this time, Zhang Boyan is feeding Xiaobei water. He sits at the head of the bed. Xiaobei leans on his shoulder and sips water. The picture is warm.

Fuber looked at it, his eyes were hotter, and he was sure that his choice was right.

They are old for hatred, old for old, lonely for lonely, who is happy?

No,

Only the young master has Xiaobei around him. Why not make him happy?

Fuber left silently

In the ward, Mo Xiaobei was crying to lie down after drinking water. Her body was still too weak.

Zhang Boyan put the cup aside, rubbed her little face with his fingers and whispered, "sleep for a while."

She put her face on his lap and gently closed her eyes. "They're all sleeping pigs."

He smiled quietly and didn't make a sound. He just touched her little face.

Mo Xiaobei let out a sigh and buried his face deeper.

Zhang Boyan smiled low and leaned over to kiss her: "I have to deal with business and sleep well."

She hugged his waist with her little hands and didn't speak, just tricked him into not letting him go.

Zhang Boyan couldn't help but sit a little longer, but she soon fell asleep.

When he carefully moved her away, his eyes kissed her again with tenderness and nostalgia, and then he went to the sofa to deal with business.

Mo Xiaobei slept until the evening. She opened her eyes and was quiet around. She was in a trance and curled up.

In that trance, she seemed to return to the dilapidated little room of Shanshui residence. It seemed that she was still very cold... She didn't feel shrinking and buried her face in the pillow.

When she woke up, Zhang Boyan lifted up and Wen Yan said, "wake up?"

Then he got up, came over and took her in his arms.

The temperature on his body warmed her. She lay in his arms, pursed her small mouth and kept silent.

For a long time, she whispered, "I dreamed there again."

His little hand hung around his neck, raised his eyes and looked at him: "were you afraid at that time?"

Zhang Boyan's black eyes stared at her eyes and sighed, "if you have faith in your heart, you will be fearless."

Mo Xiaobei's fingers stroked his face, "for faith, you can have no choice, can't you?"

His eyes were darker and didn't answer her positively, "are you hungry?"

She looked at him for a moment and shook her head, "not yet."

The lips moved and wanted to say something, but the door of the ward was opened. Fu ran and Tang Yao came in.

Fu ran came over with a pink food box. "Xiaobei, is it better?"

When they came over, Mo Xiaobei naturally wouldn't say anything to Zhang Boyan. He smiled and sat up slightly: "Ranran, you're coming."

Fu ran looked back at Tang Yao: "Tang Yao said you lost a lot of weight, so I made some dishes."

Mo Xiaobei smiled: "thank you, Ranran."

In fact, Ranran knows where she can cook what food and who did it.

When she opened the box, there were neatly placed crispy fried bones and two or three exquisite dishes, which still made her red eyes. Then she looked at Fu ran and smiled: "let's eat together."