Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei smiled: Zhang Boyan's mother's thinking jump is really fast.

Just as they chatted about their daily life, a very soft voice sounded: "Mom."

Mo Xiaobei was surprised, and Mrs. Zhang's body was stiff.

She saw Zhang Zhongyu.

No, it should be called Zhang Zhongyu now, because the word Zhang was taken away by Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang's face was restrained and said faintly, "back?" But I didn't answer that, mom.

Zhang Zhongyu still stood with a little embarrassment on his face. "Mom, whether you recognize me or not, you will always be my mother."

"I dare not." Mrs. Zhang's face was rigid. "I dare not have a daughter like you. Miss Zhang doesn't have to say hello when she meets in the future."

It's not that she is cruel, but that the adopted daughter is too kind.

She warned her many times not to have delusions about Boyan, but she was cruel to herself in order to get everything from the Zhang family. What did she keep for such an unfamiliar white eyed wolf?

Mrs. Zhang's attitude is cold, and Zhang Zhongyu can't say anything more.

But his eyes fell on Mo Xiaobei's face and looked at the scar on Mo Xiaobei's cheek.

The scar is light pink and five centimeters long. It's not ferocious, but it's definitely not good-looking.

Zhang Zhongyu watched for a long time. Mo Xiaobei is not a wooden man. Naturally, he can feel it.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Zhongyu.

"Mo Xiaobei, you are really lucky." Zhang Zhongyu whispered.

Mo Xiaobei only said faintly, "others can never bear their own happiness and misfortune. It's all your own. "

Zhang Zhongyu was even more embarrassed and left soon without even looking at the small ball.

When she left, Mrs. Zhang's voice sounded faintly: "white hurts her all these years! Although I was stricter, I didn't treat her badly. "

Mo Xiaobei patted her hand, "don't be too sad. She also has the ability to live now. Don't take it too seriously. "

Mrs. Zhang held her hand back. "I just feel sorry for you, Xiao Bei."

At the moment, she looked at Xiaobei as her daughter. Some words were abrupt, but they were also in line with her identity: "Xiaobei, remove the scar on her face. It's not too difficult for me. My mother also knows several authoritative medical and aesthetic experts."

She paused and slowly said, "I'm not for Boyan. Boyan obviously doesn't care and it's inconvenient to say this, but Xiaobei's mother wants you to remove it. There are fewer injuries on your body and fewer injuries on your heart. You see, mom doesn't use crutches in recent years. She didn't have to use them before, but she can't let go of her hatred."

Mo Xiaobei's heart was a little wet. She lowered her head to feed xiaowanzi, and then asked softly, "does xiaowanzi want her mother to remove it?"

Mrs. Zhang winked at the small ball.

Xiaowanzi looked cute: "xiaowanzi wants her mother to be beautiful. Mother is the most beautiful. "

Mo Xiaobei smiled and looked up at Mrs. Zhang: "Mom, you taught her bad again."

Only now did she know that xiaowanzi's love of acting was taught by a group of adults.

At a young age, he has become a playwright.

Mrs. Zhang looked surprised: "Xiaobei, do you still need to teach the children you gave birth to? Shouldn't this talent be innate? "

Mo Xiaobei couldn't laugh.

No matter how clever xiaowanzi was, she still couldn't digest such beating around the Bush words. She looked at her grandmother with cute big eyes. "Grandma, what did you say?"

Mrs. Zhang patiently taught her baby: "Grandma means that you inherited your mother's good genes."