Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Tang Yao suddenly asked her, "is there any extra red envelope at home?"

She looked at him.

He smiled: "didn't you say it was over? I have to give it, too, don't I? "

Then he reached out and touched xiaonianchen's small face: "is Nianchen?"

Xiao Nianchen nodded vigorously, "yes, mom."

Fu ran got up and went upstairs, "I'll get it."

Tang Yao stopped her and whispered, "Fu ran, take three down."

She looked at him with calm eyes.

He smiled and said nothing.

After a while, Fu ran took red envelopes from upstairs and came down with three neat ones.

She put it in front of Tang Yao and still sat down to eat.

Tang Yao took out his wallet from his pocket, took out several of them with one hand and put them in for the two children.

Nianchen put it away solemnly, while Xiao Yaoyao blinked curiously with a red ticket.

There was also a red envelope. Tang Yao took out a small thing from his pocket, put it in and gave it to Fu ran: "this is yours."

"Me too?" Fu ran seemed surprised and smiled.

Tang Yao looked at her: "don't open it?"

Fu Ran's eyes fell into his eyes, smiled and opened them.

Inside is a Luo drill, pink.

It's five or six carats.

It's big and flashy.

She looked at him.

Tang Yao coughed softly: "it matches your clothes very well. You may let someone make a ring. It's very nice."

Fu ran smiled and seemed to accept it.

He felt much better when he saw that she didn't return, and his face looked much better.

The atmosphere was tepid for two hours, and finally both children were tired to go to bed

Tang Yao watched Fu ran coax the two children. He whispered, "have they been good lately?"

"Very good." Fu ran came out with him, carefully led him to the door and looked at him, "I have something to say to you."

He, um, walked into a small study with her.

This should be the place where Fu ran usually studies and works, drawing a lot of design drawings. As soon as Tang Yao came in, he felt special nostalgia. He stroked the corner of the table and whispered, "it looks like you're really happy."

Fu ran smiled: "I changed to interior decoration and American painting, but I should be good at it."

He looked up at her and looked a little tired under the crystal lamp: "very good."

Fu ran poured him a cup of warm water and put it on the sofa in front of him. Then she sat opposite him and gently put down a red envelope on the tea table in front of him.

Tang Yao was stunned and then smiled faintly: "is it a red envelope for me?"

She shook her head and said, "no, you gave it to me. I can't take it."

Tang Yao's face had a touch of loss: "it's nothing, just a small gift."

Fu ran pursed her lower lip and whispered, "you can't give too much before divorce, but Tang Yao, we're divorced now. You can give niancong and Yaoyao, but you can't give me such a valuable gift. I won't accept it, because I don't want to be confused."

In fact, he wanted to tell her that he liked to be unclear with her, but he didn't say it in the end.

He looked at the red envelope and answered softly, "that's for Yao Yao."

Fu ran smiled and lifted her tawny curly hair. "She's still young. She doesn't need these. Tang Yao, give her to those who need it!"

Tang Yao picked up the red envelope. He said softly, "Ranran, do you hate me no matter what I do?"