Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fuber finished delivering Mrs. Zhang and went back to the dining room.

Mo Xiaobei still sat there, quietly in a daze.

Fuber walked over and whispered, "don't care about those who don't need to care."

Mo Xiaobei looked up at Fubo and smiled, "HMM."

She still couldn't help saying, "I didn't mean to please her."

The hatred between the Zhang family and the Mo family is so great that it's no use for her to please. She won't be so stupid.

Seeing that she could do this, Fubo couldn't help but feel relieved: "that's all right. Go up and have a rest. Fubo has someone clean up here."

Mo Xiaobei got up, but he only took two steps and turned back.

She looked at Fubo and coughed: "what did you say after you sent it for so long?"

Old fauber was thick skinned and couldn't help blushing, "what can you say!"

Mo Xiaobei fixed his eyes and asked uncertainly, "Fubo... Is your face red?"

Fuber: what a big truth!?

However, Zhaocai's face pretended to be flat: "nonsense."

Mo Xiaobei spit out his tongue: "it's red."

Then he ran upstairs, so anxious that Fubo jumped downstairs, "run slowly! If you know, young master, you must uncover your skin. "

Upstairs came a very brisk voice: "he is playing P shares at most!"

Fu Bo rolled his eyes: young master is used to it.

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Mo Xiaobei went upstairs, did not rest, but stood quietly on the terrace.

She looked at the scenery outside Zhangyuan and the land of H city.

Mrs. Zhang's proposal is very tempting to her, but she doesn't completely believe her

I was a little confused and didn't want to think about it. As she thought, no one is more important than Zhang Boyan.

His eyes were empty, he looked at a place far away and whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry! Sorry! "

She lowered her eyes, longed for happiness for the first time, and felt so selfish for the first time,

Mom will forgive her, won't she?

Her little face is confused.

She stood for a long time until Zhang Boyan came home from work.

It was already dusk outside, and her little figure looked a little lonely.

Zhang Boyan looked quietly behind her for a while before slowly walking over and hugging her body. "Haven't you been afraid of cold for a long time?"

The big palm went around her waist and held her hand.

Little hands are cold.

Mo Xiaobei moved and looked at him sideways. His voice was a little hoarse: "are you back?"

He smiled and carried her to the master bedroom and put her in the quilt.

He himself sat down, untied his coat and let her warm in his arms. In a moment, Mo Xiaobei's body was warm.

She lay in his arms, still quiet.

Zhang Boyan whispered, "my mother has been here?"

She said well, and didn't mean to talk more.

He picked up her little chin. "North?"

Mo Xiaobei gave a cry, and his small face pricked in his arms, "I'm not afraid of her."

He laughed and pinched her soft little face. "Sleep for a while and call you at dinner."

She was really tired, and his arms were comfortable and warm, so she fell asleep at ease.

Zhang Boyan's eyes were deep and fell on her quiet little face.

How could he not understand what his mother came for——

It's for 10% of Boyu!

Monday was the general meeting of shareholders and his mother's forced palace meeting. 10% in Xiaobei's hands played a key role