Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

But Fu ran didn't wipe it, and even smiled: "I like him so much, I will try to be what he wants."

Mo Xiaobei always feels very strange when listening to this, but it's hard to say anything except worry.

Hanging up the phone, she looked at Zhang Boyan, "Tang Brick really doesn't want to withdraw his capital?"

Yesterday, Tang Yao and Fu ran surprised the old man in the company. Later, Tang Yao's assistant revealed the news. The old man directly asked Mo Xiaobei.

So Mo Xiaobei called Fu ran, but after hanging up, she was more worried.

Looking up at Zhang Boyan, "are you sure there's no problem?"

Zhang always read the magazine with a light smile: "Zhang Hua's news should be reliable."

Mo Xiaobei said, put down his cell phone and looked at him: "I'll help you take a walk in the yard!"

He smiled, "it's windy, put on a coat."

Mo Xiaobei ran to the dressing room and took his coat. When he came back, Zhang Boyan frowned: "slow down."

She said with a smile, "I forgot that Mr. Zhang is disabled now."

He has a black face.

She quickly took him by the arm and helped him downstairs.

When they went down, Zhang, who was in a good mood, looked at the wheelchair prepared by fuber for him, and his face turned black again.

Fuber patted the wheelchair proudly. "I did it. Young master, try it quickly."

Zhang Boyan's face was black: "my legs haven't been wasted."

"It's always inconvenient to walk." Fubo's words are sincere and sincere: "young master, you can't hold your incomplete body for fear that Xiaobei doesn't worship you. Come on, Fubo's craft."

President Zhang looked back proudly: "you'd better go back to your room and lie down!"

Mo Xiaobei hurriedly pulled him back: "didn't he say to go for a walk?"

She pulled him, put him in the wheelchair and smiled, "I pushed you."

Zhang Boyan sat on it with a helpless face. "Xiaobei, tell me, did you and Fubo discuss it?"

Mo Xiaobei looked surprised: "can you guess?"

Mr. Zhang's face was black and dark. He pursed his thin lips and didn't speak again.

At this time, fuber kindly took the blanket and covered it on his knee. "It's windy, so it's better to maintain it."

Zhang Boyan bowed his head. This outfit is not far from the disabled.

Mo Xiaobei pushed him, walked slowly, and said softly, "Mr. Zhang, take care. If his legs are broken, it's inconvenient for humanity, it's trouble."

Zhang Boyan was angry and funny, but he pulled the blanket and said nothing.

The scenery of Zhangyuan was excellent, but the wind was getting stronger and stronger. Later, he simply stayed in the sunlight room all morning.

After lunch, Mo Xiaobei took a nap and woke up to see Zhang Boyan's handsome face.

He is sitting by the bed.

She moved her little body over, put her little face on his shoulder and asked softly, "how long have I slept?"

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon." He said quietly. Then he took a bag from the bedside table and gave it to her: "your aunt Xin came and brought some things."

Mo Xiaobei sat up, took the bag and took things inside. There was a small jewelry box and a bottle of medicine.

She held her hand and looked, "folic acid?"

Zhang Boyan smiled lightly: "people in the early stage of pregnancy have to make up for this."

Mo Xiaobei said, "Zhang Boyan, you know better than me."

He pinched her little face. "People with disabilities can only care more about their wife in order to keep her heart. What if it's inconvenient?"

So his little thing said very flatteringly, "I'll serve Mr. Zhang."