Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

There was an unspeakable meaning in his eyes, so he stared at Fu ran.

Fu ran can't sign any contract in hospital. She signed it before.

"So, you have a plan for a long time, so our days have been false." His voice was gloomy: "Fu ran, you lied to me again!"

She didn't deny it. Her eyes were a little straight.

For a long time, she sighed, "I'm a little tired."

Tang Yao's hand loosened. She fell down and silently pulled on the quilt to cover herself. She didn't take off her clothes.

Tang Yao was half kneeling by the bed and his heart was empty, as if he was the only one left in the world.

She was in front of him, within reach, but her whole body was full of rejection

The next day, Ido announced that it would not renew its contract and settle in all outlets of Olay Asia Pacific.

This news is very popular. As president of Tang Zhuan, another identity is Fu Ran's husband. Of course, Tang Yao has no light on his face. He is a little angry, but from the merchant's explanation, he can't blame Fu ran. She just made the right choice.

Their relationship is still cold.

It was late at night when he came back from work.

Taking off his coat, he asked the servant, "where's my wife?"

The servant hesitated before whispering, "my wife came back early in the morning. But she didn't go downstairs and didn't eat dinner at night."

Tang Yao's face was a little ugly. He paused and slowly went upstairs.

Late at night, Fu Ran is not in the master bedroom.

Tang Yao found the study, but she wasn't there.

Guest room, No.

Finally, he found her in Nianchen's room. She curled up in the corner and hugged herself. She had only thin pajamas and her face was pale after a serious illness.

Her eyes were quiet and indifferent, as if she were not interested in anything.

Tang Yao walked over, gently picked her up and walked in the direction of the master bedroom.

Fu ran didn't struggle with him, but Tang Yao didn't think there was no problem between them.

Now Fu Ran is a passive resistance to him. She won't resist anything, but she never responds to anything.

Tang Yao took her back to the master bedroom, put her on the bed, covered it with a quilt, bowed his head and said gently, "I heard that you didn't eat. I'll bring it up to eat, huh?"

She was silent.

He was helpless, but he still had a good temper and went downstairs.

Ten minutes later, he came in with a tray, put it at the head of the bed, and then went to pull Fu's dyed quilt.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm not hungry."

Three words, simple, but hit his heart.

He smiled, "well, I'll help you when you're hungry."

He took it down again and went upstairs again. She seemed to be asleep.

Tang Yao took a shower. It was already one o'clock in the night when he lay down.

He was sleepless, and the woman lying next to him was motionless and stiff.

She resisted him, and the more he wanted to melt her.

In fact, it was not Yuwang, but his desire to be buried in the warmth to prove that she was still there.

When he hugged her from behind and kissed her, Fu Ran's body became more stiff.

She bit her lips tightly and half closed her eyes, but she didn't struggle

She was under him, her brown hair was scattered, and her face was white and moving, the best appearance he had ever seen.

Tang Yao was moved.

He couldn't help but heat up, but his heat was soon drenched cold.

Fu Ran has never been emotional.

She has difficulty and pain.

But no matter how painful it was, she could bear it. It was like all his breaths and all his emotional kisses had nothing to do with he