Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Shanshui residence.

Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang got off the bus, and Mrs. Zhang stopped the housekeeper: "is Zhong Yu there?"

The housekeeper replied, "miss is warming up upstairs!"

"I see." Mrs. Zhang said quietly and dismissed the servant.

At this time, Mr. Zhang's voice was a little light: "Suzhen, look at it! The only thing is that the child can't stay at Zhang's house. "

Mrs. Zhang's expression was not very good-looking. She said respectfully, "Dad, I know. I'll deal with it."

With that, she slowly went upstairs with a crutch.

After a few steps, Mr. Zhang stopped his daughter-in-law: "yes, there's another thing."

Mrs. Zhang turned her head and was surprised, "Dad?"

The old man's face turned red, but he didn't mean to ask.

He looked at Ah Fu today. He was very attentive to Su Zhen. I hope he thought more. Ah Fu should not have so much courage!

Mrs. Zhang thought that the old man was afraid of her Softness, so she collected her color: "Dad, I'll deal with it."

The old man didn't say anything more, but sighed slightly: "what should be given, I'd better give some. I've raised it at last."

Mrs. Zhang's eyes darkened.

Heart, not without pain.

Go up to the second floor and open the door of Zhang Zhongyu's room.

At the moment of pushing away, Zhang Zhongyu was surprised and wanted to hide the things in his hand.

Mrs. Zhang stood at the door and smiled faintly, "what's in her hand?"

Zhang Zhongyu was incoherent. "No, nothing, just homework."

"Show me." Mrs. Zhang walked slowly to Zhang Zhongyu and held out her hand.

Zhang Zhongyu didn't move for a long time.

"Bring it!" Mrs. Zhang's voice became severe.

Zhang Zhongyu has always been very afraid of Mrs. Zhang. He didn't dare not obey. He carefully put the picture album in Mrs. Zhang's hand.

Mrs. Zhang looked through it——

Every page is Zhang Boyan.

But Mrs. Zhang pretended not to see it and said in a low voice, "it's a good painting."

"Thank you, mom." Zhang Zhongyu squeezed out a clever smile, and then asked tentatively, "did that woman say anything before she died that day?"

"Say what? What can she say? " A touch of disgust appeared on Mrs. Zhang's face, "Tang Xin's bitch doesn't regret death."

Zhang Zhongyu was completely relieved and whispered, "Mom, is mo Xiaobei really dead? That brother must be very sad. "

Mrs. Zhang lowered her eyes, closed the album and put it heavily on Zhang Zhongyu's hand: "even if Mo Xiaobei is really gone, your brother can't marry you."

Zhang Zhongyu was startled. He stepped back and stammered, "Mom, mom, I didn't mean that, really..."

Mrs. Zhang sneered, "it doesn't mean that. You draw Boyan every day. Without that meaning, you will frame me to deal with Xiaobei? You know Xiaobei is in danger, but you don't say a word. You still put the knife in my room. Zhong Yu, even raising a wolf is ripe. You've disappointed your mother. "

Zhang Zhongyu's legs softened and knelt straight on the ground.

But she still cried, "Mom, it's not me. It's really not me. I've never done anything like this."

"Because you want to replace Xiaobei as the hostess of Zhangyuan, and you want to replace me as the hostess of Shanshui residence, Zhongyu, I really didn't think you had such a heart. But you're not smart enough. " Mrs. Zhang's voice was sad.