Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

For a long time, he found his voice, "young master, she and I... There's nothing!"

"It's just a matter of meat, isn't it?" Zhang Boyan deliberately frowned: "just aim at this one, and I won't let you go."

Did fuber pee?

He was dejected: "young master, are you going to rush Fubo back to his hometown?"

"Not really." Zhang Boyan's voice was gentle: "I just want you to think about it. It's not Mr. Li, it's someone else. Even the best person, can you accept it? Can you accept that man coming to Zhangyuan, you call him sir, and you serve him? "

Fuber was stunned and couldn't speak.

Zhang Boyan's tone was mild, but his words were sharp. "Fubo, no one in the Zhang family regarded you as a servant. They all regarded you as a member of our family. But if there was a man who appeared as a male master, could you accept it? At that time, my mother looked into your eyes. Did you ever think about what it was like? Maybe it's sympathy, or maybe it's some heartache... "

Seeing that Fu Bo wanted to talk, Zhang Boyan raised his hand and stopped him: "she likes you. I've seen it... But why can't you see it?"

With that, without giving fuber a chance to speak, he got up and walked upstairs. The posture was so strong that he wanted to smother the old thing alive.

In Zhang Boyan's heart, why not be angry? Fubo slept with his mother, but he was irresponsible. He looked at his mother frying Fubo like a fish.

He softened his heart and gave some advice. He had to let fuber think it out by himself.

However, Zhang Boyan appreciated his mother's skill. Looking at Fu Bo's unpromising strength, it's miserable enough.

While chuckling, Zhang Boyan walked to the dressing room of the master bedroom on the second floor, pulled off his tie and suddenly stopped when he looked into the mirror.

He looked at his face and gently stroked the fine lines in the corners of his eyes. He thought that he was 33 years old now, while Xiao Bei was only 25 years old. She forgot the previous things and looked smaller now.

Zhang Boyan resumed his movement, but very slowly. He pulled his tie open and hugged the sofa, missing the villain in his heart.

He was thinking of her when he took a bath, and he was thinking of her when he was lying in bed——

What is she doing? Does she hate herself?

I wonder if he did something wrong when he saw her today, which disgusted her

Thinking, Zhang Boyan fell asleep. In this dream, there are Xiaobei, xiaowanzi and Zhang Anxi.

Just when Zhang Boyan dreamed of Xiaobei, at the other end of H City, Xiaobei also lay in bed after taking a bath.

Lu Ze didn't come back tonight. She lay quietly for a while. She still dialed a phone. The phone was not answered by Lu Ze himself, but his secretary. Her voice was very sweet: "is it Miss Mo? President Lu is having a party... He may come home later. "

Mo Xiaobei sighed: "then tell him to drink less."

Lu Ze's secretary respectfully said good night to her. After hanging up, he stepped on high heels to find Lu Ze at the other end.

Lu Ze is talking to two big customers. Those two are famous girl blockers in the circle, so Lu Ze prepared two clean ones for them tonight. Of course, he didn't pretend to be noble, and ordered one to sit with them