Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

It's night.

The black RV goes to the hospital.

Mo Xiaobei, dressed in a small dress, lay prone in Zhang Boyan's arms and said softly, "Zhang Boyan, Nansheng is also happy. I'm very happy, especially happy."

He smiled briefly, patted her on the head and pressed her to his heart.

The night is quiet and the time is moving.

Her little hand fumbled and put it in his heart. It was hot. He had two drinks tonight.

"Zhang Boyan, I want to go home." She said pitifully.

Zhang Boyan was slightly drunk. At this time, they all woke up and opened their eyes to look at his little wife. She looked at him with such eager eyes.

He felt a little uncomfortable, but more distressed.

Xiao Bei lived in the hospital for more than a month. He thought that with him, his family and Fu ran, she would adapt very well, but now she told him that she was homesick... He was surprised that he ignored her feelings.

He nodded slightly, "OK, let's go home!"

Then he raised his voice, "Lao Zhao, go back to Zhangyuan."

Lao Zhao said hello and lost the front of the car.

The light in the car was heavy, and the silence was restored

But before Xiao Bei returned to Zhang Yuan, his face was unnaturally gray and his breathing was a little short. Zhang Boyan patted her little face and called her briefly, "Xiao Bei, Xiao Bei?"

But she was still unconscious.

Zhang Boyan said in a hoarse voice, "Lao Zhao, go back to the hospital."

This time, Lao Zhao didn't calm down either. He hurriedly said, "what's the matter with Xiaobei?"

"I seem to have fainted and have a fever." Zhang Boyan dialed Lin Qian's phone and asked him to go to the hospital.

In less than ten minutes, they met in the hospital. Xiao Bei was sent to the pink ward.

Lin Qian checked for Xiaobei. Except for some slight fever, everything else was fine. As for fainting, he should be tired these days. Lin Qian opened a bottle of nutrient solution and hung it for Xiaobei, calling out Zhang Boyan.

In the empty corridor, Lin Qian's hair was disturbed by the night wind. He looked at Zhang Boyan and his voice was a little light: "do you remember the memory lost when Xiao Bei was a few years old?"

Zhang Boyan certainly remembers, and Xiao Bei has not been able to remember what happened at that time until now.

Lin Qian seemed to hesitate before opening his mouth: "Xiaobei's memory is about to degenerate."

Zhang Boyan suddenly raised his eyes. His eyes were as deep as the calm sea, but there were a lot of rough waves hidden there.

"I checked her two days ago and talked to her about what happened a week ago. Xiao Bei doesn't remember." Lin Qian's voice was a little bitter: "Xiao Bei is a smart person. She won't forget such important things."

In other words, the effect of tert butyl on Xiaobei must find the antidote before Xiaobei forgets everything

Zhang Boyan's thin lips closed in a straight line and held his five fingers.

Lin Qian's voice was lower: "I know you have a hand in your heart. You have nothing to do, but now you have to do it."

With that, he patted Zhang Boyan on the shoulder, his eyes slightly paused, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes.

Zhang Boyan hung his eyes and his voice was a little hoarse: "I know."

Just as they were talking, a small figure was near the wall, listening to what they said