Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He looked through the rearview mirror at Fu ran in the back seat and slightly hooked his lower lip.

Said to send her back, isn't it what you want now?

What Lan Yu wants has never failed.

Fu ran sat in the back seat and gently rubbed her forehead. She always felt something wrong... But she had a headache, and Lan Yu didn't talk to her. She just drove her back.

The car didn't enter the villa. Put her down in front of the black gate.

When she said goodbye to him, he sat in the car and bowed his head very modestly, so fu ran couldn't doubt the man.

When Fu ran returned to the villa, it was already 4 p.m. before she knew that she had slept in Lanyu's lounge for nearly three hours. She didn't want to think of such an experience. After returning, she changed her clothes and threw them into the dustbin. After a rest, she remembered that her car was still at the door of LAN Guifang, so she asked the driver to drive back, and she drove another car to pick up Nianchen.

The evening was still warm. The two children filled her time, and she had no time to think about anything else.

After reading Chen, she coaxed Yaoyao to sleep. Only then did she have time to do her own things.

She likes sculpture and painting abstract paintings.

At night, there was a cool breeze. She dressed a little less. She carefully made clay in the downstairs studio. She wanted to make a postmodern work. She was not very satisfied with several of them. Tonight she wanted to spend time thinking about it.

Her hands were stained with soil, and she didn't care. She focused on it.

Downstairs on the parking lot, a black sports car stopped and Tang Yao got out of the car.

The servants of the family were very surprised, because Tang Yao came during the day. Why did he come again this night?

Tang Yao didn't ask anything. He went upstairs directly. The downstairs shouted a few times in the back, but he couldn't stop him.

When he went upstairs, Tang Yao was restrained because he was worried about the children. He opened the door of the master bedroom and Fu ran was not there.

The servant who followed behind said softly, "my wife is in the studio."

Tang Yao turned his head and his face was very frightening. At least the servants who had worked here for several years had not seen him like this, so he quickly pointed to the door of a room: "it's inside."

Although there is no moral integrity, let them solve their own problems!

The servant suddenly disappeared.

Tang Yao repressed his anger and put his hand flat on the door panel. In front of him were the photos in the media.

Fu ran appears in Lan Kwai Fong and has dinner with Xiao Bei. Lan Yu is beside them.

Fu Ran is alone with Lan Yu, standing in the aisle. Her clothes have been changed... And a picture of her sitting in Lan Yu's sports car.

Each one shows their relationship.

Tang Yao thinks of Lan Yu's late girl. He can't be sure now. He has an eye on Fu ran.

Thaksin Fu ran won't easily sleep with others, but he is watched by Lan Yu

The Adam's apple rolled and he reached for the door.

A room of night wind.

Fu ran Zheng bowed his head and did the things in his hand attentively. His eyebrows and eyes were attentive and gentle.

It's something Tang Yao hasn't seen for a long time.

The anger in his heart also poured out a little, but it was still angry.

He closed the door and walked towards her.

Fu ran thought he was the servant of his family. He didn't look up: "what's up?"

"Do you know who he is?" Tang Yao whispered and suppressed his voice.

Fu ran was surprised and raised his eyes, but he destroyed the work in his hand.