Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang brick, top office.

Tang Yao sat there quietly.

In front of him was the bag left by Lin Qian, which contained half of the cigarette he had smoked that day.

Lin Qian lied. This cigarette won't have Shen Wan's DNA, only his.

Lin Qian should have failed, but he guessed, but he didn't expose him.

Tang Yao shook his fingers again and again. Finally, he picked up the thing and went into the bathroom. He told himself that as long as he washed this away, everything would be over. There would be no evidence in the world that he touched that. He thought it hadn't happened, and everything would be over.

When he opened the bag and picked up the half cigarette, his fingers trembled.

He remembers the feeling of holding it. He remembers the feeling.

Desire, extreme desire.

It's hard.

The finger suddenly cut off the half of the cigarette and threw it into the toilet——

When he finished all this, his back was cold and sweaty. When he went back to the office, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it. Then he made himself a cup of coffee and calmed his restless mood.

At eight o'clock at night, he returned to the villa.

He threw his coat on the sofa, grabbed a servant and asked, "where's my wife?"

The servant smiled: "I'm upstairs with Miss Fu Jiada and said I'd like to wait for my husband to come back for dinner."

Tang Yao's Adam's apple rolled and felt guilty.

He said he would come back at noon, but he didn't go home until now. She was still waiting for him.

Walking slowly upstairs, Fu ran and Fu Mingzhu were both in the living room of the master bedroom. They sat and looked at the photos together. They saw him come in and close the photos, but Tang Yao saw that it was the photo album of the Fu family.

He smiled, "why don't you eat first?"

He went over and rubbed her hair, with a little gentle reproach: "you're not hungry, sister is still hungry."

Fu ran smiled: "elder sister also insisted on eating together when you come back."

Tang Yao nodded to Fu Mingzhu and went downstairs for dinner.

Fu Mingzhu left after dinner. There are still children to take care of at home.

Tang Yao politely sent it to the vestibule, stopped and watched the car leave before returning to the hall.

Fu Ran is still drinking soup. Tang Yao knows that this is the third bowl.

He used to take it away gently. "Even if it's good, it should be enough."

Fu ran looked at him, gave a cry, and then went to the sofa. Tang Yao also followed him: "angry?"

"No." She looked at him: "you should go to the company, and I told Mingzhu not to come with her all the time."

She lowered her eyes: "in fact, the injury in her heart is heavier than me. I can see that although Shao Zuming is sorry for her, she is always a husband and wife for more than ten years. She can't put it in her heart."

Tang Yao looked at her: "do you want me to accompany her?"

She stared at him and kicked him, "who wants you to accompany, don't think about it!"

"I wouldn't be so stupid." Fu ran whispered, "Tang Yao, I want to see my mother tomorrow."

His expression was gentle: "OK, I'll go with you."

Fu ran leaned against his arms and raised his eyes for a moment: "I really don't want to go to France?"

He laughed and bowed his head. "No, you don't want your dream?"

"Eaten by the dog." She looked at him with a smile.

Tang Yao can't help it. Who told him to spoil her?

At night, he went to bed early, but Fu ran was awakened by a nightmare.

Tang Yao turned on the light, looked at her forehead full of hot sweat, distressed: "dreaming again?"