Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan's birthday is still here.

The closest people of the Zhang family and the Tang family have two tables in the VIP lounge of GM hotel.

Tang Yao came with Fu ran. At this time, Fu ran was in the lounge with Xiao Bei. Wending, you have to dress up.

At this time, Mo Xiaobei was sitting on the dresser, and the stylist was braiding her hair, just matching the dress of Gongyan style.

The little face is delicate with light makeup.

Fu ran sat beside him and smiled. "The engaged people are different."

Mo Xiaobei hummed: "your engagement scene is much bigger than me."

Fu ran mocked himself: "that still accounts for the light of Mo Nansheng."

"After that, when you get married, you should be the master and let Tang Yao throw a billion dollars to have a wedding." Mo Xiaobei winked: "or he won't be allowed to go to your bed."

Mentioned this, Fu Ran's expression was a little sigh.

She looked at Mo Xiaobei and sighed: "Xiaobei, your appearance is to marry love, and Tang Yao and I can forget it and make do with it."

Mo Xiaobei was a little surprised.

Although they knew that their feelings were not so close, they moved in together. Before they got married, Ranran had already said the word "make do with it".

For a time, she didn't know what to say.

Fu ran didn't care much. "It doesn't matter, Xiaobei. I'm used to it."

Although it was his engagement day, Mo Xiaobei said a few more words in the face of his friend's frustration: "Ranran, have you thought about it in the future?"

Marriage without love may not be so uncomfortable, but when a powerful man doesn't care about you, the flowers and plants outside rush over like wild bees and butterflies.

At that time, it was really terrible.

Ranran was a little stunned. After a while, she smiled: "I know. Xiaobei won't talk about me. Today is your good day. You must be happy!"

Mo Xiaobei put up with what he wanted to say.

This is not a good time.

At this time, the stylist gently pulled her head, smiled and said, "Mrs. Zhang, what do you think? If you are not satisfied, we'll adjust it again."

Mo Xiaobei looked into the mirror and was stunned.

Then some narcissistic thought: it looks crazy!

Fu ran was also fascinated. He stretched out his hand and said, "it's really beautiful. It looks like a star."

The stylist smiled: "Mrs. Zhang's beauty can't be compared with that of a star. Especially Mrs. Zhang is young and has a good skin."

Fu ran said something that made Mo Xiaobei blush and heartbeat: "Zhang always raises people."

Mo Xiaobei hummed, "your skin itches again!"

Fu ran was silent. He looked at Mo Xiaobei quietly. He was emotional and reluctant: "Xiaobei, you're going to marry someone and be a mother."

"I'm not going to New York. We'll all be together in the future." Mo Xiaobei comforted her, then spit out his tongue: "if Tang Yao bullies you, I will take it out for you."

Fu ran smiled and raised his hand to look at the time: "well, the time is almost up. Don't let Zhang Boyan wait long. I'll see what's going on outside. "

Mo Xiaobei nodded, then looked back at the stylist: "I want to go to the bathroom."

The stylist was worried: "this skirt is inconvenient. Let me hold it for you!"

Mo Xiaobei smiled and nodded and walked into the bathroom attached to the lounge.

But just after entering, there was a slight sound behind him.

She looked back and saw a familiar face.

It's Mrs. Zhang.

Mo Xiaobei's eyes widened... Staring at those cold eyes.

[writing really burns my brain. I'll continue to write ~ ~]