Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Zhang Boyan looked at her with some meaningful eyes. "I didn't beg me to be rude last night. Now I say my leg hurts."

She looked at him with a pitiful moisture in her eyes.

He was always soft hearted and whispered in her ear, "I'll go back and press it for you later."

"No." Mo Xiaobei said hurriedly, and then he hummed, "you can't help it in a while."

He took her downstairs and leaned over her ear to tease her: "does our little north heart feel bad?"

"No!" She was still soft hum, but for a while she hugged his neck, "in fact, it hurts."

If she didn't feel bad, she wouldn't have taken the initiative last night.

She knew in her heart that Zhang Boyan actually knew.

He took her downstairs and took a walk in the small garden of the hospital. The autumn sun was very comfortable on her. It would be perfect if there were no uninvited guests.

Zhang Zhongyu sat in a wheelchair and looked at them quietly.

Mo Xiaobei's hand was held in his brother's palm, and half of Mo Xiaobei's body was in his brother's arms when they walked side by side.

So sweet.

Zhang Zhongyu watched quietly without making a sound.

For a long time, Mo Xiaobei seemed to feel something and looked back slowly in Zhang Boyan's arms——

Look straight at her.

Zhang Zhongyu sat on the wheel, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "brother."

Zhang Boyan smiled.

Mo Xiaobei's eyes were straight and his voice was calm: "how could she be here?"

At this time, Zhang Zhongyu asked the nurse to push her forward to Mo Xiaobei and Zhang Boyan.

She raised her head and smiled: "because I told my brother that I didn't want to be in the military hospital. I wanted to be here. My brother agreed and picked me up in person."

Mo Xiaobei is such a smart person. She can understand the context with only one word, so she won't humiliate herself. She smiled lightly, "that's good."

Then she looked at Zhang Boyan and said, "I want to go home."

Zhang Boyan nodded, took her hand, explained to the nurse, and took Xiaobei to the parking lot.

Zhang Zhongyu was still sitting in a wheelchair, watching them quietly.

After a long time, she asked the nurse behind her softly, "they are a good match, aren't they?"

The nurse didn't know the grudges, so she whispered, "yes, Mr. Zhang loves his wife very much. When I go downstairs, I walk with my arms. "

Zhang Zhongyu smiled softly: "yes, it hurts."

Over there, Zhang Boyan opened the door to let Xiaobei get on the bus. He turned his head and thought a little after getting on the bus. "Xiaobei, ask if you want to ask. Don't be bored in your heart."

Mo Xiaobei hung his head and his voice was a little weak: "Zhang Boyan, do you think I will blame you and make trouble with you?"

Then he looked up at him.

His face is gentle, no different from usual.

Suddenly, she felt that everything was unimportant.

Face, or something else.

As long as she can stay with him.

When he understood, he said in a soft voice, "she took out the antidote, didn't she?"

In the process, Zhang Boyan didn't want to say, let alone blame Xiao Bei for the three shots he shot. He also shot himself. Xiao Bei did everything for him, just as he did for her.

He whispered: "Xiaobei, no matter what it is, I will have a limit. You believe me."

She gave a well, shallow smile.

Zhang Boyan didn't drive immediately, but pulled her little head against his shoulder. They were alone for a while.