Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Nansheng was stunned and then raised his eyes.

It's Tang Yao.

She gritted her teeth: "she destroyed us."

"Your boyfriend is still there. Will he be happy if he says so?" Tang Yao loosened her hand: "I can repeat what Fu ran said just now. If you dare to touch her or Xiaobei, I will let you know how to write the word regret."

Mo Nansheng touched the hostility in his eyes and shrunk a little. He didn't dare to make a sound again.

Her boyfriend is also a figure in the mall. He is a nodding acquaintance with Tang Yao, but his identity is not as valuable as that of president Tang.

Between the men, after a few polite words, the man took Mo Nansheng away.

When they left, Tang Yao took back his eyes, but looked straight at Mo Xiaobei.

He sighed: "Mo Nansheng's career is ruined. He can only accompany the second and third generations. He comes out about 100000 yuan at a time."

Mo Xiaobei was silent——

100000. In the past, Mo Nansheng didn't have enough bags. Now he even sells himself for 100000.

Fu ran looked at her and hugged her: "don't be sad, Xiaobei. She will wake up one day."

Mo Xiaobei looked at the direction Mo Nansheng left and said softly, "but how many years is a girl's best years?"

Fu ran hugged her again.

Mo Xiaobei smiled briefly, a little bitter: "I just can't forget Shen Ru's dying appearance. Look at Nansheng now..."

Fu ran advised: "she can only think about it by herself. No one can help her when she walks into a dead end."

Mo Xiaobei said well and took a long time to look back.

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When Zhang Boyan took her back, her mind was always heavy.

Zhang Boyan drove, stopped at the red light, looked at her sideways and pinched his small face: "Xiaobei, are you sure you want to be so angry all the time? Have a bad time today? "

Mo Xiaobei looked pitifully with his head on his side.

Zhang Boyan smiled: "that's when an electric light gun?"

"No." She pursed her mouth: "go back and talk!"

He didn't force it, just rubbed her little face and focused on driving.

After returning to Zhangyuan for dinner, Zhang Boyan went to his study.

After a while, Mo Xiaobei took the initiative to find it, with a plate of fruit in his hand.

He raised his eyes and looked at her with a dumb smile: "when have we been so attentive?"

Mo Xiaobei went over to put down the fruit tray, leaned against him, hugged his arm, and looked at him with only a pair of cute eyes.

Zhang Boyan chuckled and pinched her little chin: "now it's not like 'President mo', but like a little fool!"

She simply sat on his legs, wrapped her tender arms around his neck and whispered, "I want to tell you something."

Zhang Boyan smiled: "say."

Mo Xiaobei's expression was a little distracted. It took a while to speak: "Mo Nansheng, you know, she came out of it."

He said in a lower voice, "can you ask someone to take care of her so that she can have some performances or shows?"

Zhang Boyan closed the above documents and said softly, "didn't you give her Mo's dividend?"

Mo Xiaobei shook his head, "but I hope she can live a normal life. If you give her hundreds of millions of dollars a year directly, she will probably go back to her old way."

She put her little face on his shoulder. "Dad was sentenced to 20 years. I don't want him to look at Nansheng like this when he comes out. He will be sad."

Zhang Boyan didn't feel well after listening to it. He asked in a low voice, "Xiao Bei, will you blame me?"

She shook her head in his arms.