Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Mo Xiaobei said somewhat to the point, "it's a little."

Tang Yao stared at her.

Then she said with a smile, "but it's OK. If you know your mistake, change it."

She didn't drink and whispered, "in fact, Ranran is also a job. You really don't have to be so angry."

Tang Yao was silent for a long time before whispering, "she is declaring war with me! Xiao Bei, you don't understand. "

Mo Xiaobei stared at him: "why don't I understand? I know."

Tang Yao smiled lightly, "where do you have me to know her!"

Mo Xiaobei carefully guessed what he said, and then whispered, "in fact, you love her, don't you?"

Tang Yao poured himself another glass of wine. His voice was faint: "love is a little hypocritical at this age."

His eyes were deep: "I hope she will always be my wife."

Mo Xiaobei said, "you're right to insist on not getting a divorce."

Tang Yao smiled and continued to drink.

Finally, before the last bit of soberness, he lost a sentence to her: "don't drink, take me home."

But when Mo Xiaobei helped him out, he wanted to kick him away——

Dead again!

Wine fumes!

When he drives like this, he doesn't go into the bureau to squat like yesterday, but directly see God.

Mo Xiaobei had difficulty carrying the drunk into the car. When he sat in the driver's seat, some wanted to cry.

She's not very good at driving his car.

Originally, the car skills were not good. Tang Yao's car was privately ordered.

"Poverty limits my imagination!" Mo Xiaobei sighed and dared not joke about his life. He obediently called Zhang Boyan and asked him to pick up.

Finally, Zhang Boyan came in his own car and asked Mo Xiaobei to drive his car. He drove Tang Yao's car himself.

When the car arrived at Tang's house, he simply and rudely threw Tang Yao onto the sofa in the living room and let him live and die.

Mo Xiaobei was a little worried: "will you catch a cold like this?"

"Illness is self inflicted." Zhang Boyan hummed softly, and then carried Mo Xiaobei's ear: "when did you become so unruly, didn't you hate him very much?"

Mo Xiaobei looked at him and whispered, "don't you think Tang Yao is very poor now?"

Zhang Boyan sneered: "it's just that husband and wife's life is not harmonious!"

Then he took his little guy home to live with his wife. He was ashamed all night.

Tang Yao lay alone on the sofa. The servant came to take care of him. He waved him away.

Late at night, the light hit his handsome face, some dazzling.

He woke up in a faint way. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock, but Fu ran hadn't come home yet.

Tang Yao sat up with his hands against his face and sighed for a long time.

He turned off the light, slowly lay back, opened his eyes and looked at the night.

Fu ran didn't come back until one o'clock in the morning.

Of course, the Yellow haired monkey sent her back. Tang Yao lay on the sofa without moving. He quietly watched his wife wave goodbye to the man and even hugged him.

He sneered: really, when he was dead, everyone got home.

Fu ran walks into the living room and wants to turn on the light. Tang Yao's gloomy voice comes from the dark: "Fu ran, we haven't divorced yet."

He sat up.

The light comes on.

Fu ran looked at Tang Yao calmly and said faintly, "I don't understand what you mean."