Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei was still stunned. After a while, he whispered, "Zhang Boyan, you won't be a profiteer in the future. You can still be a young man of literature and art."

Zhang Boyan patted her little head directly: "what profiteer!"

Mo Xiaobei smiled, "you!"

Zhang Boyan didn't say much to her, so he pulled her into the car.

When the car started, Mo Xiaobei suddenly saw his mother-in-law's car slowly driving in from the black gate. She patted Zhang Boyan: "do you want to say hello to mom?"

Zhang Boyan glanced at her: "Mo Xiaobei, do you think you are suitable to see your mother-in-law now?"

"Why can't I see you?" Mo Xiaobei whispered.

Zhang Boyan smiled low, "look at the rearview mirror."

Mo Xiaobei gave a cry, looked in the mirror, and then covered his face.

Her neck is full of warm kiss marks!

Fuber must have seen it just now!

Mo Xiaobei hummed softly, "Zhang Boyan, you are too unrestrained."

"You... Did that to me, I don't remember, huh?" His smiling voice is also a little lazy.

Mo Xiaobei blushed. Don't go aside.

Zhang Boyan continued to drive.

In fact, they avoided Mrs. Zhang's car, but the garden was so big that Mrs. Zhang couldn't see the two little ones when she went in and out?

But she knows her son best in her heart. There must be something shady when she doesn't want to see him. Young couples are just those flower things. Mrs. Zhang understands that in order not to let the small balls be polluted, she can't see them if she doesn't see them!

But Mrs. Zhang never thought that her son would dig a hole for herself.

She sent the small balls back. She wanted to coax the baby to sleep and go back by herself. She made an appointment with a group of old sisters to play cards. Zhang Yuan had several good servants, and Fubo would take the children again, so she was very relieved.

Mrs. Zhang has had a good time in recent years. She looks soft and loving. When she comes down with a small ball, she sees Fu Bo coming up. Her face is a little strange.

Mrs. Zhang frowned: "what's the matter? Her face is so ugly!"

Fuber reached out and touched his face, which was swollen to the color of pig liver, and coughed: "that... Nothing. I'll take a shower. No, I'll wash my hands."

With that, the old man left blushing.

Mrs. Zhang wondered, "what's the cool in the daytime!"

Xiaowanzi raised his eyes and said, "grandma, Grandpa Fu looks curious. He has a small tent on his pants?"

Mrs. Zhang was ready to say, but her face changed in a moment.

Look at xiaowanzi again. Xiaowanzi looks at her.

Mrs. Zhang understood it all at once.

This old Fubo... He's old enough to still

Just thinking about it, Mrs. Zhang's face was very dry and whispered to xiaowanzi: "can't you say this again in the future, understand?"

The little meatball looked at it and nodded vigorously, "the little meatball knows."

Mrs. Zhang was comforted and went upstairs with a small pill. She was ready to coax the little guy to repair Ah Fu's old and immoral thing.

But Mrs. Zhang didn't expect that she didn't repair Da Ah Fu, but she was repaired by Da Ah Fu.

At this time, the little ball lay soft on the pink princess bed with bright eyes: "grandma, tell me a story!"

Mrs. Zhang's face was gentle. She stroked Mo's little granddaughter's hair and gently told a fairy tale.