Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan closed his eyes and whispered: "help me make a DNA. You fly abroad in person and keep the whole process confidential. I'll give you the sample tomorrow. "

Zhang Hua was stunned: "president Zhang?"

"Don't ask." Zhang Boyan's fingers held his fist and his whole body was stiff.

If Zhang Hua can see his face, he can see how depressed and frightened his face is.

Zhang Hua had a number in his mind. This matter probably had something to do with Mo Xiaobei.

Hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "the agreement has been handed over to the lawyer. Do you want to recover it?"

Zhang Boyan looked back slowly, his eyes sinking as if he could drip water.

Zhang Hua's heart trembled.

For a long time, he heard Zhang Boyan's voice: "No."

Zhang Hua was stunned.

But he soon recovered and whispered, "yes."

Zhang Boyan's voice was pale: "you go out first. I want to be quiet."

Zhang Hua's eyes are complex. Over the years, president Zhang has never been so sad. It is conceivable that the DNA is related to what.

Dare to think or say, he backed out first.

Zhang Boyan went back to his desk, reached out and picked up the diary. His slender fingers touched those childish and girlish words, looking a little suddenly——

Beibei, if you are really my sister and you like Lu Ze so much, should I help you?

Before I really possessed you.

After closing his eyes, scenes of him and Mo Xiaobei appeared in his mind... Lingering, cold, scenes.

Although he didn't make it to the end, he really touched what he should and shouldn't touch.

Strictly speaking, except for that layer, they had a relationship.

Behind Zhang Boyan's back, the dark and obscure unknown rushed towards him like a tide

It was not until late at night that he returned to Zhangyuan.

Fuber followed in front and behind: "young master, do you want to have some supper?"

The man is busy with business during the day and has to work overtime at night. How can he do without eating?

Zhang Boyan glanced at him, "No."

Fuber said happily, "it's the same to eat later."

Zhang Boyan went upstairs without making a sound.

"No, the young master seemed to have got a baby two days ago. Today... Does the young master have only two days to keep fresh?" Fuber looked at his back and talked to himself.

Zhang Boyan went to the door of Mo Xiaobei's bedroom and opened the door. It was dark inside. She had slept first.

In the bedroom, there was a sweet smell belonging to the girl. He stored enough at the door, but he walked in slowly and sat next to her.

Under the light moonlight, her little face was white, and her curly long eyelashes hung naturally like two small fans, leaving two faint shadows.

His eyes were deep and he looked at her quietly.

Xiao Bei, is it because you are my sister that I am willing to get close to you and accept your existence without any explanation?

However, I didn't treat you as a sister. I've always been

His face was depressed. He slowly reached out and touched her little face. His voice was hoarse: "do you want to be with him?"

She slept heavily and didn't wake up.

Zhang Boyan closed his eyes, gently turned over and lay beside her with his clothes.

He didn't do anything, just holding her across the quilt and feeling her around.

In this way, he held her all night... He was not willing to let go.