Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu ran looked at him and smiled softly. He smiled sweetly. It was the kind of man who would smile only when he saw the man he liked.

Tang Yao was carrying it. He went there and wanted to explain things to the second secretary, but suddenly he saw Fu Ran's expression. He smiled meaningfully.

Fu ran immediately hung his head and pretended to be busy.

So when Tang Yao confessed something, his face was like a spring breeze. He kept staring at Fu ran. The second secretary could hardly stand. President Tang was so red.

However, the second secretary soon found a terrible thing. Fu ran was wearing president Tang's shirt. Because it was too natural and beautiful, she didn't find it before. The second secretary's eyes opened a little round. The way he endured also made Tang Yao in a good mood. His slender fingers clasped the Guangjie desktop and said faintly, "don't go out and talk casually."

The second secretary nodded fiercely: don't say it casually, that is, you can tell the truth?

Tang Yao's eyes fell on the Second Secretary for a few seconds. Then he bowed his head and began to deal with business. The second secretary withdrew and began to seriously explain why Fu ran was wearing president Tang's shirt. As for why Fu Ran's clothes were missing, n versions were circulated within an hour.

Tang Yao called Fu ran over with evil taste. She thought he was serious, so she came over.

Tang Yao hooked her waist and asked her to sit on her lap. He paused and asked with a smile, "why did you look at me so much just now?"

Fu ran bit her lip: "no!"

Tang Yao smiled, "I haven't said yet. My eyes are straight."

Fu ran put his finger on the collar of his shirt and looked up at him: "you call me a disaster."

Then he bowed his head again: "didn't you say office? I don't think you've moved for a long time."

Tang Yao's voice was a little hoarse“ That's because I'm too greedy. I can't help but want to see you. "

Fu ran took advantage of this opportunity and whispered, "I can go again a few days later!"

Tang Yao looked at her. She finally said, "Tang Yao, why don't I go!"

She thought he would be angry if she said it. After all, it's not a family. She's already a mature woman. She shouldn't do things in this way.

But Tang Yao's face is not only deep thinking, but also deep thinking.

Fu ran pursed her lips and gently pulled his sleeve, "Tang Yao?"

He stared at her.

She licked her lower lip, a little nervous: "aren't you happy?"

Tang Yao shook his head and smiled. He reached out to touch her beautiful hair. His voice was very soft: "I hope you can go to France and realize your dream when you were young."

"I'm still young." Fu ran hummed.

Tang Yao still smiled, and his palm kept touching her hair. "Then go while you are young."

She glanced at him, "you are different from before. You can be so angry when you see a notice that time."

He let go and stared at her: "Lin Qian is married. What else can I worry about."

Fu ran stared at him and climbed down his leg, "shameless."

He recognized the title, "go and play by yourself. I have something else to do."

Fu ran took a few steps and turned around, "don't take Zhang Boyan's set against Xiaobei. I'm not Xiaobei."

He even agreed: "yes, you don't have the ingenuity of Xiaobei."

Fu ran was so angry with him, but in this way, the faint melancholy in her heart was gone. She stood and looked at him for a few seconds, suddenly passed by again, hugged him and bit him in his neck.