Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When Xiao Bei fell asleep, Zhang Boyan's eyes slowly opened.

In the dark night, his eyes were dyed with ink, deeper than the night.

He gently got up, helped Xiaobei cover the quilt, stored it at the head of the bed for a while, and then gently took the door and left.

Outside, Lin Qian stood.

Zhang Boyan nodded to him. Lin Qian understood: "I will take good care of her."

Then he took a medical magazine and flashed into the ward to guard Xiaobei.

Zhang Boyan stood at the door, gently raised his eyes and looked at the night at the end of the corridor.

stretch as far as eye can see.

He watched quietly for a while and hurried into the elevator.

When he got into the car, he dialed a phone, ordered a few words, hung up the phone and said to Lao Zhao driving in front: "go to the cemetery."

Lao Zhao was surprised.

No wonder Lao Zhao was surprised. How did the young master think of going to the cemetery?

But surprised, Lao Zhao dutifully drove to Zhang's cemetery, which is not far from Shanshui residence.

There are only a few tombs in Zhangjia cemetery. The latest one is Zhangwan mountain, which is also the nearest place to Shanshui residence.

Zhang Boyan asked Lao Zhao to wait by the car and got out of the car alone.

It was dark all around. There was only a little light under my feet. Stepping on the soft soil, stepping on the little light was like stepping on the morning stars.

In the dim light, Zhang Boyan walked slowly to his father's tomb. The white tombstone was cold in the night. The photo of Zhang Wanshan on it was the best.

Zhang Boyan stood quietly looking at his father and knelt down slowly.

"Dad, there are some things I have to do, even if I'm sorry for you." His face was blurred in the weak light, but it was very similar to the one on the tombstone, but it was a little more unique.

He continued to speak low: "Xiaobei is all I have. If she marries me, I will let her live well, even at all costs."

After he finished, he resolutely got up and walked to the black RV parked by the side of the road.

The car drove out almost immediately, and no one saw a dark shadow in the night.

That's Mr. Zhang.

The old man also walked slowly to his son's grave and sighed softly: "Wanshan, it's going to change."

In the dark, the black RV drove to a remote place. Lao Zhao stopped the car and looked at Zhang Boyan in the back seat: "here you are, young master."

Zhang Boyan opened the door and got off. He said quietly, "Lao Zhao, go back to the hospital and wait. Call me if you have something."

Lao Zhao looked around and his heart trembled, but he still nodded.

He knows it in his heart. Xiaobei is the most important thing in the young master's heart. No one and nothing can equal Xiaobei.

When Lao Zhao's car drove away, Zhang Boyan patted the wrinkles on his body, walked down a few steps slowly, and turned to a basement.

This is the place where Xiaobei was locked up by Tang Xin. At this time, Zhang Zhongyu was sitting in a chair and tied.

Two bodyguards in black are in charge of her.

Seeing Zhang Boyan coming in, Zhang Zhongyu's face turned pale and cried out absently, "brother!"

Then he struggled and wept.

Although she had a hunch for a long time, she was still touched when Zhang Boyan walked in like this.

He caught her, he wanted to deal with her, because Mo Xiaobei.

"Brother, why did you do this to me?" Zhang Zhongyu struggled, but he rubbed off a layer of skin and flesh.

Zhang Boyan walked up to her step by step, stood quietly beside her, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "you should know why I came to you."