Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao said, reaching out and gently touching her tears.

It's hot and cold.

He whispered, "Fu ran, as you wish, I won't force you to love me anymore."

With that, he turned and walked outside.

Holding the doorknob, he whispered, "I'll pick you up in two days. Don't do the stupid thing of dying for the first time."

Then he opened the door and went out.

Anna was startled at the door and immediately came forward: "president Tang?"

Tang Yao's voice was low and unbearable: "take care of her and call me if you have something."

Anna said blankly and kept looking at him. She didn't understand what Tang always thought.

For this sleeping pill suicide, Tang Yao did not respond to the reporter. Why should the reporter take care of his family?

He didn't leave the hospital, but spent a night in the car. The next day, Fu Ran's body was stable before he went to the company.

Two days, he didn't come to see her, and she didn't want him to bother her, did she?

She chose to take sleeping pills on her birthday to show her attitude. She didn't intend to love him anymore.

Tang Yao stood in front of the French window on the top floor of Tang brick, looked down at the cigarette end in his hand and sneered——

Woman!

On the day Fu ran was discharged from hospital, Tang Yao drove to pick her up. She sat in the back seat and had no communication with him, and he didn't want to have any communication with her.

Mo Xiaobei was also there. He sat trembling beside him, looking at Fu ran and Tang Yao from time to time.

When he arrived at the Tang family's villa, Mo Xiaobei took the initiative to leave and return to the company under the eyes of Tang Yao.

In addition to a few servants, there are only their husband and wife left in the villa.

Fu ran walked into the master bedroom. Everything was the same, but there was still something different.

"I moved your things to the guest room." Tang Yao leaned against the door panel and said quietly, "this is what you asked before. I agree."

There was a little mockery in his tone, which Fu ran couldn't hear.

"Thank you." She drooped her eyes and said weakly.

Tang Yao stared at her and suddenly sneered: "Fu ran, I hope you have some backbone, rather than being around me for other people's grievances."

Fu ran withdrew from the master bedroom and whispered when he passed Tang Yao: "in fact, we can have a better ending."

He grabbed her chin and said, "but I don't want to let you go. Fu ran, the woman I used, do you think I can look good with others and watch her marry others?"

She looked him in the eye: "Shen Wan seems to be your woman, too."

The corners of Tang Yao's mouth rose slightly and sneered, "she's not my wife."

Then he loosened her and said faintly, "go to your room and have a look. In addition, Nianchen and Yaoyao will come back tonight. If you don't want them to feel unhappy in their family, you'd better put away your face."

Fu ran didn't make a sound and went to the opposite guest room. It was door-to-door with the master bedroom.

The guest bedroom is not as big as the master bedroom, but there is only a living room. There should be no shortage of dressing rooms and toilets. Her things have been moved over.

She rested for two hours. After Nianchen finished school, Yao Yao was also sent by Tang's mother.

After talking to her for a long time, Tang's mother was nothing more than soft clothes. She turned back and talked about Tang Yao. If she had decided to divorce them, it would have disappeared long ago. Tang's mother, a daughter-in-law like Fu ran, was reluctant to let go. Besides, she could see that Tang Yao's heart was in Fu ran.