Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan smiled. "Xiaobei, she doesn't admit it. She's duplicity. She's a little like you."

Mrs. Zhang's heart: she has been used by her son again!

But the couple made an appointment? Everything is as like as two peas.

Finally, when it came to Zhang Boyan's birthday, Mrs. Zhang thought for a moment and said, "don't be too busy. Just decide between her family and the Tang family. Don't invite relatives who are not very close outside, so as to save too many people and make Xiaobei tired. "

Zhang Boyan smiled and confirmed the list with his mother. Finally, it was determined that there were only two tables.

It's a birthday, but it's actually wending.

Mrs. Zhang hung up the phone with mixed feelings.

Before those dark past is like a thread, one by one out of the body.

Her whole body relaxed.

When I got up, I didn't walk with crutches. I felt that my feet didn't turn so badly.

It should be even less obvious to wear a long skirt on Saturday.

As Mrs. Zhang walked, she sighed in a low voice, went downstairs and stood in front of a room.

Standing for a long time with a dignified face, he finally pushed the door open.

The room was dark, cold and lonely.

She walked slowly to the memorial tablet, lit a fire slowly, and lit incense for her husband and daughter respectively.

Smoke curls up, separated by Yin and Yang.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her husband's memorial tablet and whispered, "Wanshan, I'm coming."

Her voice was gentle and gentle, just like when they were husband and wife: "Wanshan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay there?"

She folded her hands and looked at her husband's picture: "have you taken good care of our daughter?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Zhang closed her eyes and felt sad.

Daughter is the eternal pain in her heart.

Wan Shan is dead, but her little daughter is

The tragedy made her reluctant to think, because thinking too much would drive her crazy.

Mrs. Zhang took a long breath and squeezed out a smile: "Wanshan, I'm not here to settle accounts with you today. I have something to tell you."

Her tone was calm but slightly sad: "Boyan is getting married. He is marrying Downing's daughter. Wanshan, are you happy? "

Mrs. Zhang's voice gently and slowly, "I know you like downing. I used to hate her and you... But now I know Xiaobei is not your child. After calming down, I can't hate it."

"Wanshan, all this has passed, and I'm going to put it down." Mrs. Zhang's tears fell. "Take good care of yourself over there. If you see downing help me say sorry to her."

Then she put on a stick of incense herself: "this is for downing. It's my guilt for her."

In the future, she will compensate for Xiaobei and xiaowanzi.

Downing, you rest in peace.

The smoke continued, but the people underground might not be able to hear it.

When Mrs. Zhang came out, the night was even deeper. She sighed softly and went back to her room.

At the corner, Zhang Zhongyu stood with a dark face in the light. She murmured, "Mom, you put it down... But what should I do?"

She followed Mrs. Zhang upstairs and stood at the bedroom door. Mrs. Zhang was taking out some clothes from the cabinet. She raised her eyes and saw Zhang Zhongyu. She was stunned and said, "come here, Zhongyu."

Zhang Zhongyu walked slowly over.

Mrs. Zhang said quietly, "your brother and Xiaobei will be officially engaged on Saturday, and you will dress up decently. After all, this is your brother's big day."

Zhang Zhongyu nodded.

Mrs. Zhang continued, "you can see today that Xiaobei and your brother love each other very much. Mom plans to put everything down and start over. Maybe she won't stay here all the time in the future."

"Where are you going, mom?" Zhang Zhongyu asked anxiously.

Mrs. Zhang smiled lightly: "go around and have a look. Zhongyu's mother was more strict with you in the past, but she won't be in the future."

"Mom." Zhang Zhongyu rushed into Mrs. Zhang's arms, buried his face and whispered, "Mom, I'll go wherever you go."

Mrs. Zhang gently stroked Mo's hair: "fool, you still have books to read."

She pushed her away slightly and said gently and solemnly, "the only thing is not to intervene between Boyan and Xiaobei and not to play with fire, okay? Or mom won't spare you. "

Zhang Zhongyu was stunned and smiled reluctantly for a moment: "Mom, I know."

Mrs. Zhang's face was better, "I'm sure you won't be confused. Well, it's late. Go to bed early. "

Zhang Zhongyu went out with a sound.

At the moment of closing the door, her face became extremely ugly.

Mom is still biased towards brother, or towards Mo Xiaobei

Mom, I didn't want to fight you. I'm afraid you'll get hurt, but I'm hurt now.

The Zhang family, everything of the Zhang family, and my brother, you have never considered me. There is no difference between me and the kittens and dogs you raise around you.

She ran back to her bedroom, locked the door and found the scalpel under her pillow.

The cold light flashed through her eyes.

Just, just put this on mom

Mom, I don't deal with you, but you forced me!

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