Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan smiled lightly: "it's very good. It's really what Xiaobei would like before, but her taste is very bad now. She likes pink all the time... She thinks of herself as a little girl of five or six years old."

Lu Ze's heart was touched and he slowly opened his mouth: "what about you? Zhang Boyan, have you changed your taste? "

"Me?" Zhang Boyan lowered his eyes: "I haven't changed. I only like what I like."

Then he walked towards the door.

He didn't take a sip of coffee from beginning to end.

Lu Ze's fingers clenched——

Among the people he had met, Zhang Boyan was the most powerful. He saw through himself.

Lu zewei closed his eyes, walked slowly to the piano, sat down and played the song starry sky——

If Zhang Boyan can give it to her, he can give it.

He's been playing and never gets tired of it.

He is not in a hurry. One day Xiaobei will come to him again and be with himself again.

Outside the cafe, Zhang Boyan got in the car and fastened his seat belt.

This time, he didn't expect anything, just to find out the truth.

Lu Ze, still changed, as he guessed.

Everything he did to "love", including his kindness to Zheng Wendi, accelerated Lu man's defeat at the Lu family. I believe Lu man will play an important role soon.

Is Lu Ze true to Xiaobei, or is he just like Lu's Wenhua group, something he can't get.

The more you can't get, the more you want!

Zhang Boyan closed his eyes slightly and took a long breath before starting the car.

When I returned to Zhangyuan, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Fu Bo, the old man, was worried and didn't sleep. He guarded at the door. When Zhang Boyan went in, the old man was inspired, "the young master is back?"

Zhang Boyan nodded, unbuttoned his coat and removed it at will: "isn't Xiao Bei awake?"

"No!" Fuber dutifully took his coat and put it on the sofa: "I'll put a bowl of noodles for the young master."

Fu Bo saw that Zhang Boyan seemed to have something in mind and said softly.

Zhang Boyan nodded.

Fu Bo was so hot that he went to work.

Once a person is old, the troubles of the younger generation can't help. It's good to be able to make a bowl of noodles.

Zhang Boyan rolled up his sleeves and sat at the bar smoking. After a while, Fu Boyan brought noodles.

I thought the young master couldn't speak, but Zhang Boyan looked at his face and Fu Bo, and said quietly, "is there any more?"

"A little more." Fubo smiled: "I'm afraid the young master doesn't have enough to eat."

Zhang Boyan dusted the ash. "Pretend to eat with me!"

Fuber's heart trembled and said yes, but his eyes were hot.

Not only did the young master not treat him as an outsider, but also because the young master saw his old man's loneliness.

Yes, where can an old man not be lonely? If he didn't want to give up his family, Ah Fu would also like to go back to his hometown to find a few acres of good farmland and an old girl to die together.

But he Ah Fu is used to the Zhang family and doesn't want to go anywhere.

To be shameless, the young master is his big Ah Fu's child.

Fu Bo quietly wiped his tears, filled a bowl of noodles and sat down with Zhang Boyan to eat noodles.

The noodles were finished in a while, but the young master seemed to have something to say. Fubo silently took the bowl and sat down again.

Zhang Boyan lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "Fubo, what do you think of my mother?"

Fubo didn't expect the young master to be so straightforward. Although he looked at him differently in recent years, Fubo still didn't dare to think about it, just like his thoughts on the old lady.