Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao's forehead was green, but he restrained his voice: "what's the matter with you and this Rochester?"

Fu ran smiled lightly and lowered his eyes: "Tang Yao, you can think as you want."

With that, she slowly went upstairs with her handbag, looking weak after indulging outside.

Tang Yao followed her with a cold face until when she closed the door, his feet against the door frame.

Fu ran quickly walked two steps and stared at him after entering the door: "Tang Yao, are you sick?"

Tang Yao grabbed her by the wrist and gently shook her behind the door.

Her hand was fastened to her head by him, firmly nailed and unable to move.

Fu ran stared at him, "Tang Yao, what do you want to do?"

Tang Yao leaned close to her neck, smelled the smell of her body, and then moved back. His thin lips pressed against her lips. His voice was a little dangerous: "did you let him kiss you? Or did you go straight to bed? "

Fu Yancheng opened his hand and directly slapped him in the face, which was particularly crisp in the night.

She gasped and looked at the man in front of her: "it has nothing to do with you."

Tang Yao's face was black, and his jealousy made him beyond recognition——

He put one hand on her shoulder and the other firmly down.

Fu ran immediately understood his intention and turned pale: "Tang Yao, what do you want to do? You let go of me, asshole... "

She cried bitterly, but she couldn't escape his examination.

It hurts. It's like being burned by an iron piece of pure fire. Everywhere you go, it's skin and flesh.

Fu ran doesn't overdo it. Her beautiful brown hair is scattered. It's very weak on her shoulders.

Tang Yao stopped slowly.

She has the same... No feeling as before.

Probably because it was certain that she didn't have anything to do with that Rochester, Tang Yao's face softened a lot. Looking at her painful little face, the bottom of his heart softened a lot and asked softly, "it hurts?"

Fu ran didn't want to answer him. He just took a breath and said, "take your hands off!"

But Tang Yao didn't. He maintained this movement, his face buried in her neck and whispered, "Fu ran, we're reconciled, huh?"

Fu ran gently moved his face, looked at him quietly, and then smiled: "but I really think you're disgusting. Tang Yao, I don't want to wrong myself."

The word "grievance" probably aroused his anger, and he tried hard all at once.

Fu ran cried out in pain, and only when she hurt did he feel that she was still with him.

He pulled her face and whispered, "promise me not to see him again!"

Fu ran closed his eyes and said, "he's just a partner."

"You asked him to take you home." Tang Yao was very worried, "let me pick you up later, huh?"

Fu ran opened his eyes, looked at his eyes carefully, and suddenly smiled, "do you care?"

"Care." Tang Yao grinded his teeth: "are you satisfied that you care enough to kill?"

Fu ran pushed him away and smiled faintly: "Tang Yao, you must think I deliberately took him to annoy you, don't you?"

He stared at her. "Isn't it?"

Fu ran laughed. After laughing for a while, he lifted his long hair and looked at Tang Yao: "I'm very happy with him."

Tang Yao's face was a little gray.

His wife told him that he was happy with others.

What is he? He is nothing.

Tang Yao stepped back and sneered: "it seems that you have a heart to leave me, don't you?"