Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Ding Lei came in from the outside, followed by a traffic policeman with a high-level appearance.

The man walked up to Zhang Boyan, held his hand and apologized, "Mr. Zhang, after investigation and evidence collection, we can judge that this is a simple traffic accident, and both parties are responsible for it. Ms. Wang forcibly changed lanes while driving, and the heavy vehicles opposite were speeding, which led to this tragedy. "

He paused and said slowly, "the other driver just announced that the rescue was invalid and died. I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. I'm sorry for you and your wife."

Zhang Boyan nodded, "thank you."

With that, he gently held Mo Xiaobei in his arms, gently touched her hair with his chin, and silently comforted her.

She stayed in his arms, very good, just crying all the time.

The weather is gloomy.

When I walked out of the hospital, the drizzle was like silk, which added a bit of moisture to the cold.

When he got on the bus, Mo Xiaobei nestled in Zhang Boyan's arms and said softly, "Aunt Wang doesn't have any relatives. I want to take care of her affairs."

Zhang Boyan said, "OK."

Mo Xiaobei fell ill when he returned to Zhangyuan. He was cold all over. After sleeping all day, he had a heavy head.

However, she held her body and presided over Dr. Wang's funeral.

Cemetery, drizzle like silk.

Aunt Wang's tomb is next to Downing's.

Mo Xiaobei chose the photos. She chose the photos of Aunt Wang when she was young. Like Downing, they are the most beautiful years in her twenties.

Mo Xiaobei dressed in black, bent down and put a bunch of little daisies under the tombstone, looked up at the picture and whispered: "Aunt Wang, when you see your mother, remember to tell her that I miss her very much."

Zhang Boyan held an umbrella and gently pulled her up.

She is still ill. He must take her back.

After getting on the bus, Mo Xiaobei looked at the drizzle outside the window, turned his head and spoke to Zhang Boyan: "Zhang Boyan, can you never leave me?"

"Of course." He reached out and took her into his arms and comforted her gently.

At this time, Xiaobei was as fragile as a child, and he was willing to give her all his warmth.

When he returned to Zhangyuan, he took her upstairs, took a hot bath for her, and asked Fubo to boil ginger soup for her to drink.

After a few days of running, she was a little exhausted and soon fell asleep.

Zhang Boyan covered her with a quilt, took the bowl to Fu Bo and said softly, "go down!"

Fuber went downstairs with him silently, and asked, "is Xiaobei okay?"? I look very sad. "

Zhang Boyan nodded: "yes, very sad."

After a pause, he whispered, "Dr. Wang loves Xiao Bei very much!"

As he said this, he thought a little.

Although the traffic police determined that Dr. Wang's death was a simple traffic accident, Zhang Boyan always had a doubt... It was a coincidence that Xiao Bei got the medicine and Wang Li died in a car accident.

He was almost sure that there was a problem. The reason why he didn't tell Xiaobei was that he was afraid of her self blame.

Uncle Zhang sat in the dining room. Uncle Fu came forward and asked softly, "what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Boyan lit a cigarette. "Let's have a bowl of noodles."

Fu Bo knew that when the young master was in a bad mood, he would eat a bowl of noodles, so his eyes were hot, alas, and he immediately went down.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of steaming chicken noodles stewed with mushrooms was sent over and put in front of Zhang Boyan.

Faber looked at me with a smile.

Zhang Boyan held a cigarette in one hand and lowered his head to eat noodles.

He soon finished a bowl, put down his chopsticks and smoked slowly.