Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the small ball was falling big tears.

She was a little distressed and asked softly in her voice, "what's the matter with the baby?"

Xiaowanzi cried quietly, then held Mo Xiaobei and refused to let go.

Mo Xiaobei's heart was also wet. She looked down at Zhang Boyan.

He looked at her with warm eyes.

She blinked her eyes and blinked away the tears. She was not afraid of anything with him.

Her eyes, like a wounded little beast, but vaguely have a touch of shallow warmth.

He knows her and she knows him.

The little pill was gently carried away by Zhang Boyan, comforted for a while and handed over to Fu Bo.

Zhang Boyan sat on the edge of the hospital bed and gently touched Xiaobei's hair: "Xiaobei, Lin Qian suggests you be hospitalized."

She looked at him and blinked her eyes gently. There was a touch of moisture in her eyes, but she hid it, and then said good in a soft voice.

Zhang Boyan knew that she didn't want to. The reason why she agreed was to keep him from worrying. Her heart was soft and painful. There was no place to vent this emotion. She reached out and gently touched her little head, "Xiaobei is good."

Xiaobeiwei propped up his body, hugged him and said softly, "will you always be with me?"

Raised his eyes, "I'm afraid."

Zhang Boyan rubbed her long hair, "fool."

Mo Xiaobei smiled with tears in his eyes: "then go to hospital!"

When Zhang Boyan was incredibly soft hearted, she whispered, "I will always rely on you, Zhang Boyan. It's no use regretting now."

His eyes were deep: "I will never regret it in my life."

So she smiled, holding the quilt and laughing like a little fool

Mo Xiaobei is hospitalized. The pink princess suite, with three bedrooms and one living room, is arranged very dreamily.

Zhang Boyan said that she was like a princess with him all her life, and so was living in a hospital.

Except in the hospital, Xiaobei's life is no different. She will even be allowed to draw two design drawings a day, and her mobile phone can also be used

She felt sorry for Fu ran. Fu ran had just gone to the company for a few days, and Ido's case about "Mingji" was on her. She didn't know that Fu ran had a high heart. She couldn't ask Tang Yao to do it. Xiao Bei didn't want her to do so, so she had to work hard to win "love".

Xiaobei is not in the company, but her heart is in the company. Fu ran will call her if she can't make up her mind. After all, Fu Ran is limited to talent, and Xiaobei is the one with talent and tricks.

When Fu ran came to see her from work, he put the peeled apple in Xiaobei's hand and suddenly sighed, "Xiaobei, you're not in the company. Our competition with 'love' is less murderous."

"Am I so important?" Xiao Bei leaned on the head of the bed, his face was a little pale, and said with a smile.

Fu ran also smiled, "of course!"

She paused for a moment: "by the way, those things in Nansheng were settled by Zhang Hua?"

Mo Xiaobei said, "although he doesn't admit the meaning of Zhang Boyan, he has been rubbing with them. He probably doesn't want to see Zhang Hua endure it so much."

Fu ran smiled. "In fact, they match."

Mo Xiaobei looked at the apple in his hand and bit: "but Nansheng, she can't let go of the past, and some can't let go of Anlin. I feel sorry for her."