Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fuber cleaned up lightly and whispered, "no matter how upset you are, smoke less!"

Zhang Boyan smiled and nodded, "I know."

Although fuber was still busy, his nose was sour——

I still remember that the young master was a little cute when he was a child. He was so manly in the twinkling of an eye, but he was more handsome than a CAI when he was young!

Thinking of ah Cai, Fu Bo felt sad again and went down silently.

Seeing the figure of the little old man, Zhang Boyan sighed——

Recently, his relationship with the old man and his mother has been a little stiff. Fuber may be a little embarrassed, too?

The old man has been back for so long. Apart from the reception banquet, Fu Bo went to Shanshui residence and didn't see them contact later.

Zhang Boyan smoked slowly and dialed a phone to Zhang Hua: "how's the preparation for the shareholders' meeting on Monday?"

Zhang Hua's voice was restrained: "the Secretariat is ready, but President Zhang, I'm worried about that 10 percent."

After thinking for a while, he said what he thought, "Mr. Zhang, do you want to stop Xiaobei from contacting the old lady, or..."

Zhang Boyan understood what he meant and said quietly, "no need! I will let Xiao Bei attend the shareholders' meeting on Monday. "

"But when Wang Li dies, Xiao Bei may... Be overwhelmed. He will choose to get clues and cooperate with the old lady." Zhang Hua worried to remind.

Zhang Boyan naturally thought of this.

He was silent for a moment before whispering: "if so, I also understand and respect Xiaobei's choice."

Zhang Hua was also silent and agreed for a long time: "Mr. Zhang is right, human nature."

Zhang Boyan smiled faintly and hung up the phone.

These days, busy with Wang Li's affairs, he hardly paid attention to Boyu's shareholders' meeting. At this time, Zhang Hua said that his mood was a little complicated.

He knew that his mother had looked for Xiaobei. As Zhang Hua said, Wang Li is now dead, and Xiaobei is likely to agree to his mother's request.

Zhang Boyan smoked a few cigarettes and slowly went upstairs to look after her without taking care of any shares.

When Mo Xiaobei woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Zhang Boyan. His eyes were sour and astringent.

"Wake up?" His voice was a little low: "are you hungry?"

Mo Xiaobei nodded.

He smiled lightly, helped her up and leaned against the head of the bed, "shall I give you a bowl of noodles?"

At this time, Mo Xiaobei has a bad appetite. A bowl of noodles in soup is the best.

She nodded again and watched him get up and walk to the door.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Boyan brought up his face and sat by the bed to feed her carefully.

Mo Xiaobei looked at him while eating. His eyes were hot

Zhang Boyan's voice was very warm. "Are you crying again?"

The voice became more and more gentle: "I feed you and coax you like a child. Don't cry, Xiaobei, huh?"

Mo Xiaobei pursed his lips, smiled quietly, and said, "I don't cry!"

Zhang Boyan pinched her little nose and said nothing, but carefully fed her a bowl of noodles.

After eating noodles, she sweated all over her back, and her spirit was much better.

Zhang Boyan wiped her with a hot towel and changed into a clean set of pajamas.

Busy, he sat by the bed and Mo looked at her little head, "do you want to move?"

Mo Xiaobei shook his head and nodded again, "I want to go for a walk in the yard."

"You have to wear more clothes. Although the rain has stopped outside, the wind is very strong." He said, went to the dressing room, took a thick sweater and down jacket, and put it on for her.

She was always a little weak. He held her downstairs.