Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu Ran's head tilted on the door panel and stared at him: "if president Tang is willing to let me go."

Tang Yao continued to sneer, "can't wait to throw into the arms of Xinqing people?"

He provoked her sharp chin: "this Rochester is a cover. Who do you want to talk to? Do you think I don't know?"

It was Lin Qian from beginning to end.

"There is nothing in your heart. I don't believe Lin Qian. Fu ran, why do you only accuse me? You are the one who really derailed the spirit in our marriage." Tang Yao hit the nail on the head.

There was something sad in his heart.

He stepped back and took out his cigarette——

She doesn't want him anymore. Why should he lick his face and beg her.

Outside

He suddenly couldn't think of it, because he thought of Xu Nan and Shen Wan.

It was because of the women outside that he and Fu ran got to where they are today.

Fu ran didn't deny Tang Yao's accusation. She lowered her eyes and leaned on the door panel, sighing softly: "I'm tired, Tang Yao, let each other go."

He stared at her and smoked irritably. For a long time, he whispered, "is it that no matter how good I am to you, you don't want to change your mind?"

Fu ran didn't make a sound.

He smiled again: "yes, you don't even want Yao Yao. How are you willing to want me?"

Then he went straight over her to open the door.

Fu ran, get out of the way and let him out.

He let her go easily, which Fu ran didn't expect. At the same time, he was also sad.

She took a bath, walked out of the bathroom and casually put on a silk nightgown. Although it was late at night, she didn't mean to sleep. She sat on the terrace and looked at the scenery outside.

There are few servants here than the villas we used to live in. The house is much bigger.

Some strange, especially in such a quiet night.

Fu ran sat quietly for a while, some eager to pour a glass of water downstairs.

It's dark downstairs. There's only a faint moonlight and wine.

Tang Yao drank wine tonight. She could smell it, and the wine also showed that he slept downstairs.

Fu ran went downstairs and poured water. He wanted to go upstairs. When he passed the sofa, he was caught by one hand.

She paused: "Tang Yao, do you have to do this?"

In the moonlight, his handsome face had a touch of frenzy, and then the sky was spinning.

Fu ran was placed on the sofa, but the cup in his hand fell into his hand. His body pressed her and gently fed the water to her mouth. "Don't you want to drink water?"

As soon as she raised her hand, she knocked the cup over, then pushed him away and sat up to run.

Tang Yao just stretched out his hand and hugged her, his face buried behind her, and his voice was low: "you know I'm here, why bother me? I'm hiding here. "

Fu ran earned a little: "Tang Yao, you are shameless."

"Let me go, you let me go." She struggled and it was no use crying. He held her in one hand and went down

She sat on his lap and was held up by him to kiss.

The clothes fell to the ground. Under the faint moonlight, Tang Yao kissed and threw himself into it.

He was drunk, not because of red wine, but because of his wonderful body.

They haven't been together for a long time. Since she cut her wrist, he never dared to force her to live as clean as a monk every day. Tonight, maybe he dared to hold her because he drank a bar.

She still felt no pain.

But even so, he didn't want to let her go.

Pain, then pain together

It already hurts anyway.