Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei is quite speechless.

Looking at Lin Qian sideways, his voice was like a little sheep: "it's hard now?"

Lin Qian smiled lightly: "OK! Just a little worried about her. "

He said the last word "she" in a low voice. Mo Xiaobei didn't understand anything.

She paused slightly, "Lin Qian, what do you think of their feelings?"

Lin Qian was silent for a long time before he said, "Fu ran deserves a better life."

He felt a deep depression on her.

Lin Qian didn't say much, and Mo Xiaobei didn't dare to ask more.

There are too many things involved, and she can't ask about it at will.

It was dark. Lin Qian's car stopped at night, got off and opened the door for Mo Xiaobei.

Mo Xiaobei called while walking: "Zhang Boyan, I'll be back later... Ah, it's Lin Qian. He's lovelorn. I have to comfort him."

Zhang Boyan over there didn't know what he said. Mo xiaobeidun stopped, "well, I promise I won't drink."

With that, she hung up the phone and was looking at Shanglin Qian's deep eyes and spitting out, "I'm telling the truth."

"It's not lovelorn, it's an attempt to seduce a married woman." Lin Qian opened his mouth with some self mockery, and then half took Xiaobei and followed the doorman into the box.

The waiter soon brought two bottles of foreign wine, a plate of fruit and snacks.

Mo Xiaobei looked at the fruit plate and felt cold——

The last incident still left a deep shadow on her, especially now that she is alone with Lin Qian, she doesn't dare to think in case something happens

Lin Qian didn't talk much and began to drink muggy wine. Mo Xiaobei persuaded Bala on one side and opened a bag of snacks.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at an empty wine bottle.

Nest grass, can you drink too much?

If you drink like this, don't say you're drunk. It's possible even if you die!

Mo Xiaobei dropped his snacks and wanted to call someone. Zhang Boyan, Zhang Hua or Ding Lei could do anything, and the door of the box opened.

Zhang Zong of her family stood at the door, and the light outside shone behind him, making him like God.

"Here you are!" Mo Xiaobei's voice was low: "come and persuade. Lin Qian has drunk a bottle."

Zhang Boyan came in and sat next to Lin Qian and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll drink with you."

Lin Qian raised his eyes and smiled, "where can you drink? Don't you want your legs?"

"It seems that I'm not very drunk." Zhang Boyan smiled faintly: "but if my leg is, will you die?"

He took away the cup at Lin Qian's hand. "If you're not drunk, go back and sleep."

Lin Qian looked at him and looked at him for a minute. Then he took the wine bottle on one side and drank a big mouthful directly with his head up.

Zhang Boyan didn't stop, but said quietly, "Lin Qian, do you still remember that you are a doctor? Do you remember why you don't drink at all? "

Lin Qian's handsome face was stained with a thin layer of red and smiled silently, but he looked at the wine bottle in his hand, "of course I remember, because saving the dying and healing the wounded... Because the Lin family has been a famous doctor for generations, so I must be."

"But when I went to study abroad, she liked others." Lin Qian took another gulp of wine, half soft on the back of the sofa and said in a low voice, "she doesn't live well, but there's nothing I can do. Every time I get close to her, I'll only hurt her."

Lin Qian said quietly, and Mo Xiaobei looked at Zhang Boyan.