Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

But the faint smell of wine from his nose told Fu ran that he had drunk.

Fu ran walked upstairs without thinking, but after only two steps, Tang Yao said, "Mrs. Tang, Director Fu, don't even want to say a word to me now?"

Fu ran paused.

Tang Yao sat up. "Come and sit down. I have something to tell you."

She took the milk and walked slowly over, picked the sofa opposite him and sat down: "what's up?"

Tang Yao smiled, "sit over a little more."

Fu ran didn't move.

But the distance between her arms also made her smell... Perfume.

It's from him.

Did he just let her smell it when he asked her to sit here?

Prove that he had a woman, or didn't Tang Yao have to be her Fu ran?

When Fu ran felt humiliated, Tang Yao stretched out a hand and pulled her over. She lay down in his arms only in her pajamas, and she came out without a coat. She had only a silk pajama.

Sorry, it's dangerous.

Tang Yao's fingers gently pulled the thin sling on her shoulder, and his voice was full of ponder: "afraid of me?"

Fu Ranwei closed his eyes: "didn't you just tell me you had a woman outside?"

Tang Yao smiled and didn't intend to stop. Instead, he clasped her, played with her tawny hair in one hand and said low, "the girl drinking tonight is called Little Lily. She's clean and hasn't been touched. She looks a bit like you, but she's more knowledgeable than you and can coax men."

Fu Ran's blood was about to freeze. "Congratulations."

"I haven't thought about it yet, so I came to ask Mrs. Tang for advice." Tang Yao chuckled.

Fu dye was forced to lie in his arms, and he could smell the perfume clearly.

She was in a trance. The man she loved told her plainly that he might have another woman. She didn't feel it, but she didn't care.

She doesn't care.

If he was kind to her in exchange for her waiting on him from bed, she would rather not.

She's a woman, not an animal.

Tang Yao said that she was like those women, but Fu ran didn't want to be such a woman. She was willing to do that kind of thing with him only when she loved him. If she didn't love him, she wouldn't want to.

It was like he was holding her, but she only hated.

She hung her eyes and smiled bitterly: "just be happy."

Tang Yao's arm tightened and his voice tightened: "do you really think so?"

Fu ran struggled for a while and couldn't open it. She had no choice but to whisper, "Tang Yao, what else do you want? Don't tell me that you and she are clean. Just because you don't want her doesn't mean you haven't touched her. "

Tang Yao suddenly laughed in a low voice, released her and stared at her in the dark.

Fu ran will never forget that look.

She got up in a hurry and prepared to go upstairs, but the milk in her hand was cold, so she had to pour it and make another cup.

Tang Yao was still lying on the sofa. When she passed him upstairs, he whispered, "Fu ran, I really doubt you have no heart."

She walked quickly and went upstairs without saying anything.

Tang Yao didn't embarrass her. He slept on the sofa all night.

Later, he didn't go home occasionally.

That is, when dawn comes home, there is a faint fragrance of perfume on the body.

Fu ran knows that it's Chanel No. 5. He always has a taste. It seems that there are women outside who are very dedicated, but he doesn't know if it's the little lily.