Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Uncle Zhang smiled and called Uncle Fu to come.

Fu Bo, an old man, didn't spend the new year on New Year's Eve. When he called, he floated over: "young master!"

Zhang Boyan's eyes still fell on Mo Xiaobei's face and smiled faintly: "help me get a red envelope."

Fubo also looked at Mo Xiaobei and said with a smile, "young master, I want to give Xiaobei a red envelope!"

Zhang Boyan didn't make a sound. He untied his coat and sat next to Mo Xiaobei. He took a magazine and read it.

When he ignored people, Fubo naturally concentrated his fire on Mo Xiaobei: "Xiaobei, take a red envelope to call people."

This is a kind reminder from fuber~~

Mo Xiaobei stared at Zhang Boyan with big eyes. "Can I stop the red envelope?"

Zhang always leaned lazily on the sofa. His handsome face was lazy after love. He only said faintly, "didn't you want it yourself? Fuber, go get it! "

Fubo looked at Xiao Bei sympathetically and went to get the red envelope.

Mo Xiaobei was in a hurry, "Fubo!"

But Fu Bo ran very fast. After a while, he took the red envelope and offered it to the young master. He said flatteringly, "how many bags are suitable?"

Zhang Boyan put down his magazine, took the red envelope and looked at Mo Xiaobei quietly: "how much do you want?"

Mo Xiaobei stared at him: "I don't want it."

"That's not what you said when you were in the car." He made a pun and watched her blush as he wished.

Mo Xiaobei bit his lip——

He's shameless!

Zhang Boyan smiled softly, "sit here and wait for me!"

He got up and walked upstairs. She looked up at his back and looked back at Fubo. "Fubo, how big do you think he would pack?"

Fubo was still smiling. "It depends on Xiaobei's name!"

Just then, Zhang Boyan had come down from upstairs. He was wearing a beige sweater and black casual pants. He walked up and down, and his big long legs attracted his eyes especially.

Mo Xiaobei looked, Baba.

"Xiao Bei, wipe your saliva!" Fuber kindly reminded him.

Mo Xiaobei took back his eyes and stared at him fiercely: "I didn't drool."

Fubo said, "this infatuation is written on his face."

Mo Xiaobei bit his lip: "Fubo."

Fuber stepped aside to watch the play with a smile.

Zhang Boyan has come over and looked at Mo Xiaobei. "Put out your hand."

Mo Xiaobei gave a cry and stretched out his hand. He put the red envelope in her palm and gently.

She looked at him suspiciously, "is there anything in here?"

Mr. Zhang looked at her silently for a while, then sat aside and read the magazine, "Mo Xiaobei, you can open it and have a look."

Mo Xiaobei looked at him and opened the red envelope with suspicion.

There is no pink grandpa Mao in it!

She looked at him!

Stingy! Stingy!

Zhang Zong probably expected this reaction from her. He put down the magazine and took the red envelope from her.

Look at her: "hands out."

Mo Xiaobei held out his white palm blankly——

Zhang Boyan opened the red envelope and fell down.

Two plain platinum rings fell into her palm and glittered in the light.

She looked at him in surprise. Her expression was really cute: "Zhang Boyan, this is not a red envelope!"

"Isn't it?" He smiled lightly and leaned on the back of the sofa: "it's not a red envelope. What is it?"

Mo Xiaobei hung his eyes and stared at the pair of rings.

Zhang Boyan also looked at her and stared at her expression.