Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Those fans hold some unbearable photos of Mo Nansheng in their hands, and they don't know where they came from.

Mo Xiaobei sat in the car and looked slowly. He remembered that when he was in Paris, it seemed that someone had used these photos to attack Nansheng, so that Nansheng couldn't get on the booth.

There was a chill in the corner of her mouth.

The black RV drove slowly in front of the Mandarin Hotel and squeezed into the parking lot.

Lin Qian looked at it and said coldly, "if this kind of scene can be suppressed in city B, it can riot at any time. A little fresh meat is worth these people, brain damage! "

Zhang Boyan sat beside Xiao Bei and dialed a few calls

Ten minutes later, hundreds of armed forces came to maintain order with guns, but there were more and more fans, like monsters in the game.

"Someone must be stirring in the back, otherwise there won't be so many people in the middle of the night." Xiao Bei whispered, "we have to add to the official fan group of Wu Yue and see who is doing mischief."

She can think of it, and some people think of it earlier than her.

That man is Zhang Hua.

At this time, Zhang Hua sat in Mo Nansheng's room, tapped his slender fingers on the keyboard, called out the official fans of Wu and Yue, and then he walked to the French window.

High downstairs, dark.

His voice was low. "It was done by love under Wenhua group, not only for you, but also Ido."

Zhang Hua has been in the mall for a long time, and he can't be clearer about these tricks.

Now it's so big that Wu Yue will probably follow Huang Yi, but this is what Zhang Hua wants to see.

He not only wants Wu Yuehuang, but also makes him completely unable to get along.

This bastard!

Zhang Hua said, looking at Mo Nansheng quietly. There was a tear in her eyes, but it didn't fall.

She is afraid and has low self-esteem.

Zhang Hua came over and trapped her in his arms.

His palm lay flat on her shoulder, hugged her very gently, and his voice was low and dumb: "Nansheng, maybe there will be many such things in the future. Do you want to bear it alone?"

She tilted her head and her eyes were weak.

"Stay with me and I'll protect you." He lowered his head slightly, put his face on her, and his voice became more hoarse: "your past will be borne by me in the future, and I will guard your future."

Mo Nansheng instinctively moved. She wanted to refuse

Zhang Hua held her tight, "Mo Nansheng, do you want to push me away? You tell me how you deal with the aftermath? How can you stand in this circle? "

Her body froze.

Zhang Hua was cruel: "you can't even get out of this hotel."

He is telling the truth. The truth is often hurtful, and Mo Nansheng actually knows the truth. She tilted her head slightly and her voice trembled: "Zhang Hua, I'm afraid."

She's not afraid of the fans downstairs. She's afraid... He's hurt.

Her past was so unbearable that she was afraid of implicating him and that they would not last forever——

She looked up at him, her body trembling.

Zhang Hua suddenly picked her up and went all the way to the French window. He asked her to look at the dark people downstairs. He said in a calm voice, "as soon as you fall, you'll be broken to pieces."

"And I am the hand that holds you." His voice was deeper and his hand caught her: "it may be difficult, but if you go down with me, the future will be flat."

She and he were standing on a tall building, with a dark place under her feet. It seemed that she could come up and tear her up at any time.

And his temperature in front of him was so warm.