Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

She got up, but Tang Yao didn't move.

He kept looking at her with deep eyes.

Fu ran touched his eyes and immediately lowered his eyes.

Tang Yao whispered, "why don't you dare to look at me?"

Fu Ran's little face looked white and even pale in the sun. His curled long eyelashes trembled gently. Instead of answering his words, he took a step forward: "I'll take you out."

He caught his wrist.

She suddenly raised her eyes and looked into his eyes. At that moment, he saw the sharp pain.

The pain, like a needle, went into his heart, and he was also very painful.

Hurt her, he hurts more than anyone.

He held her and took her to his side. Fu ran refused. She hung her eyes and said softly, "don't embarrass me any more, Tang Yao."

However, he couldn't help it. He endured so long to see her. He couldn't bear to catch her and pull her to his arms.

Her wrist was red, but no one cared.

Fu ran struggled regardless. He insisted on holding her. In such a pull, she still cried.

Lying on his shoulder, she cried very sad, but she didn't hold him.

Now he is not qualified, and there is no reason to hug him.

Her tears fell, soaked in his shirt, soon stained with a piece, wet and hot, very uncomfortable.

Her voice was so dumb: "why do you want to come... Tang Yao, in fact, you can never come all your life. At least I won't hate you."

"I know." He said calmly, "Fu ran, I know... But I still want to come. Hate me!"

His hand was in mid air and finally landed hard on her hair and pressed her tightly on his shoulder.

Fu Ran's face fell down and suddenly bit on his shoulder with special force.

Soon, she tasted the smell of blood

Tang Yao did not move and let her bite.

He murmured, "it's me that's bad. It's me that's bad. Don't torture yourself."

Her face rested on his shoulder and looked dull.

Suddenly she reached out and hugged him very tightly. Like this, she had the courage to ask, "did it happen that night?"

Tang Yao was stunned and immediately understood what she meant.

His face was close to her cold face. He didn't make a sound, but nodded his head.

Fu Ran's hand loosened a little, as if he was leaving him

She stepped back and his arms were empty.

She looked at him, opened her mouth gently and hard, and exhausted her lifelong pride: "if Tang Yao is... Wrong, I can accept it, we... Can start again..."

At that moment, his heartache was unbearable.

He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her that the child was not his.

But he can't, he can only smile bitterly, bitterly can't hold her.

He didn't speak, just looked at her. He stretched out his hand as if to caress her hair, but he didn't.

It fell in mid air for a long time, but it still hung down.

He said he was sorry. He said he should go. Xu Nan is still waiting for him.

Fu ran stood there with a choking voice and said yes, she said I won't send you.

He said yes, he said take care.

Fu ran didn't answer again. She just stood there and looked at her toes.

He knew she was crying and stopped for a while. He took a paper towel and put it in the palm of her hand: "take good care of yourself."

He left and was responsible to another woman.

Fu ran closes his eyes, which are sour and astringent.