Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan's heart suddenly softened.

His little north is actually very kind.

So he said, "OK, I'll talk to her later."

Mo Xiaobei stood up and knelt beside him: "then call now."

Zhang Boyan smiled: "do you think your mother-in-law is more important than me now? Mo Xiaobei, I haven't eaten since I came back from a hard day. "

"Oh, you eat first and then call." Mrs. Zhang stretched out a lazy waist, "Zhang Boyan, I think it's hard to be your wife. I have to care not only about you, but also about your mother's feelings."

Zhang always pinched her soft and tender face: "I said I made money before."

"I feel lost now." She bit him on the chin, "so Zhang has to double the pain for me."

Zhang Boyan got up, paused for a moment, and reluctantly opened his mouth: "Xiaobei, if it hurts again, it will melt away."

His little guy held his arm and accompanied him to the dining room. What he said was sweet: "melt it and eat it in your stomach."

Mr. Zhang had already sat in the dining room with an expressionless face: "Mo Xiaobei, I'm afraid of indigestion."

She just lay on the table and smiled.

When Fu Bo came to cook, she whispered to Zhang Boyan: "I suspect Fu Bo has a crush on your mother."

"Will you?" President Zhang glanced at his little wife while having dinner.

Mrs. Zhang nodded vigorously, "it's very possible."

President Zhang raised his eyes and looked at Fubo.

Fuber felt the young master's malice again

He is very wronged. He and Xiaobei xiaocute have kept a distance. Is the young master unhappy?

But how did he know that this time it was not the young master's little cute, but the young master's mother.

Finally, Zhang didn't say anything and continued to eat.

After dinner, he carried Mo Xiaobei upstairs and put her in the master bedroom. He himself called the study.

Mo Xiaobei wanted to sit in, but was rejected by President Zhang: "read a book and I'll tell you a story later."

Mo Xiaobei blushed and swung his fist: "liar!"

He was the worst. He coaxed her to tell stories and let her sit in his arms.

The story has changed from a fairy tale to a story of one color and one reason. President Zhang has personally practiced this.

She blushed and looked lovely. Zhang Boyan caught her and kissed her for a while before he went to the study to call his mother.

Mrs. Zhang originally thought that her son had come to ask questions. She didn't expect it would be comfort and didn't feel moved: "Boyan, you didn't blame your mother?"

Zhang Boyan's voice was gentle and elegant: "Mom, it was Xiao Bei who asked me to call. She said you would be sad."

Mrs. Zhang burst into tears.

It's normal for a woman to cry when she has been depressed for so many years.

Zhang Boyan patiently listened to her cry and comforted her softly: "Why are you still crying? You shouldn't be happy. "

Mrs. Zhang said hard, "what's my pleasure? You married a goblin."

Zhang still smiled, and his face was softer in the warm yellow light: "do you still hate goblins now?"

Mrs. Zhang cried and said, "I can only say I don't hate it."

"But Xiao Bei seems to like you." Zhang always remained silent.

Mrs. Zhang was surprised, forgot to cry and looked at her son: "are you serious?"

How can it be? How can Mo Xiaobei like himself?

She has hurt her many times. With so many ugly words, shouldn't Mo Xiaobei hate her?