Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei smiled: "no, Fubo."

Then her shoulder touched Fubo: "I'm so moved. Fubo doesn't want it for my friendship!"

Fuber was so impatient that he almost wanted to drill a hole in the ground.

The old man blushed and warned, "Mo Xiaobei!"

Mo Xiaobei said with a smile, "Fubo?"

"Nothing!" The old man said, carrying the spatula out.

When he reached the door, he couldn't help looking back and saw old Zhang standing on the second floor.

Fuber's lips moved. He didn't say anything and walked out slowly.

The hall was silent.

Zhang Boyan looked down at Mo Xiaobei: "go back!"

Mo Xiaobei took his palm for two steps, and suddenly stopped, "wait for me."

When Zhang Boyan turned back, she had broken away from him and ran upstairs.

She gasped slightly as she ran to Mr. Zhang.

Old man Zhang stared at the little girl in front of him with old eyes and a stern voice: "I don't agree with you and Boyan's marriage. You dare to come here!"

Mo Xiaobei looked up at the elder in front of him and said softly, "you always kidnap Fubo with your friendship, but what about you? Do you really value Fubo and the friendship between you?"

Master Zhang narrowed his eyes with a touch of light in his eyes.

Mo Xiaobei confronted him, fearless of his aura.

At that moment, as like as two peas, he thought of his grandson, who had been together for a long time, and he was exactly the same as he was doing in the two years.

Half a ring, he said a few words: "you're fine!"

The old man was so angry that his beard was crooked, but there was nothing he could do with her. Leng hum: "what else?"

Mo Xiaobei stared at him for a long time and said, "no more."

Then he added, "I'm cool!"

Then he ran away.

Old man Zhang was so angry: How dare the Zhang family be so rude in front of him!

Girl's family, what's cool!

He looked at his grandson downstairs with a strange tone: "Boyan, take good care of it! No big or small. "

Then he walked back to his study.

Zhang Boyan stood downstairs, looking at the old man's direction and thinking.

Zhang Hua on one side also smiled slightly.

The old man's attitude is very thought-provoking. This is probably the rhythm of agreement.

Just then, Mo Xiaobei ran downstairs and looked at Zhang Boyan with a red face: "we can go now."

He smiled, took her hand and went outside.

On the parking lot outside, fuber's nanny car is parked there. The model is as lovely as fuber's figure.

Fuber sat in the car, still agitated.

Mo Xiaobei ran over and knocked on the window.

The window slid down, revealing a Fu's face, "Xiao Bei, are you home?"

"Well, take Zhang Hua with you!" Mo Xiaobei smiles.

Faubner was bored: "my car is so small that it's uncomfortable to sit. The young master's car is bright and doesn't squeeze a few people."

Mo Xiaobei spits out his tongue: "but Zhang Boyan and I want to fall in love. How bad Zhang Hua is!"

Fuber:

Zhang Hua came over with a smile, opened the door and sat in. He looked at Mo Xiaobei and smiled slightly.

Xiao Bei spit out his tongue: "go home."

With that, she ran back to Zhang Boyan, looking like asking for praise.

Zhang Boyan stroked his forehead and smiled: "I'm home."

In the study on the second floor of the villa, Mrs. Zhang stood in front of the old man, her face depressed, "Dad, why?"

Today, except Mo Xiaobei, everyone else can see that the old man's attitude is warm and ambiguous. He agreed to their marriage.

This is absolutely unacceptable in Mrs. Zhang's cognition.

She was shaking all over and couldn't restrain herself.

Mr. Zhang looked at his daughter-in-law and whispered, "I'm very happy to see Bo Yan now. Su Zhen, the child is old. The more you manage him, the farther away you will be from you."

But Mrs. Zhang couldn't be reconciled, no longer restrained herself, and her voice was sad: "Dad, it can't be tolerated under ten thousand mountains and nine springs!"

The old man couldn't stand his daughter-in-law's stupidity and nodded: "do you think Boyan would do things that are unjustifiable and contrary to human relations? You see which one is not in his calculation? "

Mrs. Zhang was stunned and whispered, "Dad!?"

unable!

impossible!

How can Mo Xiaobei not be Wanshan's child?

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