Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Xin's face changed completely, and her voice was almost fierce: "who told you?"

The dead didn't count. Mo Xiaobei looked straight at Aunt Xin with a very low voice: "it's Aunt Wang. She said she had seen it abroad."

"It's her!" Aunt Xin breathed a sigh of relief: "Aunt Wang must have read it wrong. I thought it was who ruined my innocence!"

With that, she looked sideways at Mo Xiaobei and said something earnestly: "Xiaobei, men are unreliable. You have to plan more for yourself."

He said in a gloomy tone: "it's silly to be like your mother."

Mo Xiaobei's nose was sour for a moment. She wanted to listen to her mother's things most and was afraid to listen to her mother's things most.

Aunt Xin seemed to be immersed in the past and said slowly, with a heavy expression.

Mo Xiaobei was in a trance and asked softly, "aunt Xin, is my mother very bad?"

Tang Xin was slightly stunned, and then sighed, "she could have been very good."

Mo Xiaobei looked more trance: "aunt Xin, do you hate my mother very much?"

She found that whenever Aunt Wang talked about her mother, she was unspeakably happy, and the corners of her mouth rose.

But when Aunt Xin talks about her mother, her heart will be heavy... She doesn't even want to hear it.

Tang Xin's face changed slightly, "Xiao Bei, why do you ask? Your mother and I are sisters and close relatives! "

Mo Xiaobei's expression gradually cleared up. She looked at Tang Xin and said slowly, "I just think aunt Xin doesn't like her mother. If she likes a person, no matter how slandered outsiders are, she will firmly believe it. What's more, aunt Xin and her mother are close relatives. "

Tang Xin's complexion was a little bad. She held her hand up in the air and fell down for a long time. She gently stroked Mo Xiaobei's head. Her voice was much softer: "Xiaobei, aunt Xin is bad. Aunt Xin shouldn't say that."

She paused: "no matter how bad your mother is, she is also your mother. Aunt Xin said to you, "I'm sorry!"

"No." Mo Xiaobei's voice was a little cautious: "because I didn't trust those words, aunt Xin doesn't have to apologize."

Tang Xin didn't think she was such a reaction. Instead, she didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

Mo Xiaobei squeezed out a smile: "Grandpa asked us to go downstairs for dinner."

Tang Xin also smiled: "OK, go downstairs for dinner."

When she went downstairs, she probably wanted to ease her discomfort, so she held Mo Xiaobei's small hand.

Mo Xiaobei moved his hand and frowned.

"What's the matter, Xiaobei?" Tang Xin smiled: "are you still angry with aunt Xin?"

"No." Mo Xiaobei stood in the middle of the stairs and held Tang Xin's hand and looked carefully.

Tang Xin sang with a smile and put her white palm on Mo Xiaobei's little hand.

At this time, Zhang Boyan raised his eyes and saw them. He got up and came over: "Xiao Bei?"

Mo Xiaobei looked up at him, then lowered his head and wondered, "aunt Xin, why are there so many cocoons in your palm?"

Tang Xin smiled: "because Aunt Xin has to work in the medical team, especially in African countries, the conditions are very difficult."

Mo Xiaobei stroked the grain on the tiger's mouth of her palm and whispered, "aunt Xin, you are a doctor of internal medicine and don't need surgery. You're still so hard!"

Tang Xin turned to look at Zhang Boyan and smiled: "Boyan, look at the ghost spirit in your family. You are so curious."

Then he took back his hand and smiled: "wrap the gauze for the patient. The gauze is too thick. Over time, it will slowly grind into a cocoon."