Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Zhongyu's face was a little stiff: "it's best for you to think so in your heart."

"Zhong Yu, say less." Mrs. Zhang rebuked.

Zhang Zhongyu pursed his lips and dared not speak again.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Mo Xiaobei, who blinked.

So, Mrs. Zhang smiled lightly: "it seems that I don't have to explain."

"There is no need to explain." Mo Xiaobei spits out his tongue, "I'm afraid Zhang Boyan will be distressed to death."

After Mrs. Zhang erran, she sighed: has the world changed, so men like such small shameless things?

Finally, the sour plum juice was not made. Mrs. Zhang was very frustrated when she left. Mo Xiaobei couldn't bear to look at her back and ran over when she got on the bus.

Mrs. Zhang slid down the window with a dignified expression, but her eyes were full of loss.

Mo Xiaobei's hand was behind his back and coughed: "if you want small balls, come here. I'm all at home."

Mrs. Zhang's old face was a little stiff. She couldn't believe it and looked at Mo Xiaobei: "don't you hate me coming?"

"I don't hate it, but I don't like it so much." Mo Xiaobei smiled and said angry words.

But Mrs. Zhang looked at that little face and couldn't hate it.

With an old face, Queen Zhang regained her normal dignity: "in fact, I don't like you so much."

Mo Xiaobei was still smiling: "now I know who Zhang Boyan inherited from."

Mrs. Zhang hum, close the window

Seeing the black RV go away, Mo Xiaobei asked Fubo: "Fubo, am I too easy to talk?"

"Tie." Fuber is unfathomable.

Mo Xiaobei nodded approvingly, and then looked at big Ah Fu: "Fubo can't see it. You really have a hand in comforting women."

She patted fuber on the shoulder: "if you try harder, I think you can be my father-in-law."

Fu Bo's old face suddenly turned red and excited: "Xiao Bei, don't talk nonsense."

Mo Xiaobei spit out his tongue: "I saw you blush, Fubo."

Fubo's old face turned redder and ran aside. Really, he was also a man. He would be embarrassed to contact a woman.

But, old lady?

He Fubo didn't mean that. Apart from anything else, he was uncomfortable just thinking that he called ah Cai Baba.

They chatted, and when Zhang Boyan came back at night, he always saw Mo Xiaobei's hand injury.

Fuber said it in detail.

With that, Zhang Boyan looked at Mo Xiaobei: "Xiaobei?"

"I believe she didn't mean it." Mo Xiaobei lay on the sofa comfortably eating the fruit platter, looked at the crystal lamp above and blinked: "although your mother is uncomfortable, she is very upright. She won't do this little action."

Zhang Boyan pinched her little face: "you know her."

Mo Xiaobei turned over and said pleasantly, "I know you."

Zhang always played with her little face and thought, "is this love for the house and the Ukraine?"

Instead of answering directly, she held his arm and whispered, "Zhang Boyan, but your mother seems very sad. Otherwise, she will be very happy if you leave your birthday to her."

She lay down and put her hand around his waist. Her voice was even lighter: "she has had a hard time these years. Now she has put it down. She must hope to be close to you."

Zhang Boyan's heart suddenly softened.