Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Lin Qian stood up straight and looked calmly into Tang Yao's eyes: "can you tell me why she has a fever? Fu Ran is not a little girl who doesn't care about her body, and she won't drive with a fever at will. This is tantamount to suicide. Do you understand? "

How could Tang Yao not understand.

Just understand, will be more bitter.

Has Fu ran come to this point?

He didn't make a sound and wanted to smoke for some reason, but he definitely wouldn't smoke here.

Lin Qian's voice continued: "wait outside. I'm not as unbearable as you think. I'll look after her tonight. If she wakes up and wants to see you, I'll call you. "

Tang Yao's thin lips closed tightly. After thinking for a while, he agreed.

When he went out, his body was very tired and his heart was more tired.

He didn't understand why he did this to Fu ran and forced her to do so. He knew clearly in his heart that she didn't dare to love him and why he forced her to love him.

When she said she didn't love him, he lost his temper and began to want to test others.

He knew how much she cared about Shen Wan. He still allowed Shen Wan to approach.

He did this to her.

When Tang yaocai went out, Anna greeted him and asked with concern, "how's Director Fu?"

"I have a fever. I have to get rid of it. Anna, I'll watch here. You go back first. " Tang Yao whispered.

Anna was not too relieved. She thought, "I'll arrange the ward, and the necessities are ready. Don't panic at that time."

Tang Yao would not object to her being so considerate, so he let her go.

He himself stood, lit a cigarette and smoked quietly.

I Miss Fu ran again, and some hang my two children at home. It was such a hard night.

Anna came back to accompany him after finishing her work. Later, at Tang Yao's insistence, she went home first.

When it was slightly bright, Tang Yao called back to the villa and explained the matter.

When he hung up, Lin Qian came out and said quietly, "she's awake and ready to move to the VIP ward. Do you want to see her now?"

Tang Yao's hands almost shook, and his voice was hoarse: "will she see me?"

Lin Qian's expression was like a smile: "you are still husband and wife, why don't you want to see?"

Tang Yao grabbed his head and walked in.

Fu ran was lying down. His face was not as ugly as last night, but he was still a little weak.

Tang Yao sat by her bed, reached out his hand and carefully touched her forehead, whispering, "does it still hurt?"

Fu Ran's eyes fell on his face and gently shook his head.

Tang Yao didn't expect such a soft reaction.

He smiled almost ecstatically, his slender fingers lingered on her forehead, and his voice was hoarse: "why is it still burning? Is it hard now? "

Fu ran shook his head gently, "OK."

But when she finished, she couldn't help sitting up and covering her mouth.

She wanted to hold back, but she couldn't hold back. She threw up on Tang Yao's precious clothes at once.

He didn't care, so he held her and made her more comfortable.

After Fu ran vomited, he looked at him with some regret.

"It doesn't matter." Tang Yao took off his coat and threw it away directly, but worried about her mood, he rolled it up again and was ready to let the servant take it back and wash it.

Sitting by the bed again, he used 12 points of tenderness: "I'll take you to the ward. It's no more spacious here than there."

As he spoke, he carefully observed her reaction.