Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He looked at her.

His clothes were really big on her. They didn't fit very well, but they weren't ugly.

Her long hair spread down, blocking half of her face, and probably didn't want others to recognize it.

Lan Yu looked at it for a while before whispering, "tie up your hair."

Fu Mingzhu looked up at him.

He sat on the sofa as if waiting for her patiently.

She knew in her heart that the man bought her and wanted to wrap her up. She was not allowed to resist in all things.

She lowered her head silently and tied her hair into a horsetail at will. Her long black hair looked very young. He looked at it silently for a while and went out in front without saying anything.

Fu Mingzhu followed him.

When the door opened, manager Lin was still guarding.

Lan Yu's voice was a little low: "don't spit out half a word about last night. If old LAN knows, I'll fix you one by one."

Manager Lin smiled, "how can we? We will keep our mouth shut."

Then he cut his hands. After cutting, he looked at Lan Yu: "Lan Yu has less than a hundred hearts."

Lan Yu stared at him: "fool, put a hundred hearts in your stomach to see if you can put them down."

Manager Lin patted his fart and smiled uneasily, "Lan Shao is right."

Lan Yu went out directly and sat in his Lamborghini. When he fastened his seat belt, he looked at Fu Mingzhu pestling beside the car, "why don't you get on the bus?"

Fu Mingzhu looked at other places: "the car is too flashy. I don't want to sit."

Lan Yu put his beautiful and slender fingers on the steering wheel and frowned: "it's not wrong to say you're an old woman. This car is limited to 5000, and there are only three in Asia. You don't sit what others want to sit."

As soon as the young master's temper came, he really threw her at the door of Lan Kwai Fong.

Fu Mingzhu's clothes are all his wallet and cell phones. He can't go anywhere.

Of course, she can go back and get it, but she doesn't want to see manager Lin's ambiguous eyes, and she doesn't want to stay in place, as if she was waiting for Lan Yu to change her mind.

She hated him and hated him.

She walked ahead, dazed at every step.

She knew she couldn't escape. Lan Yu stared at her like a poisonous snake, but she didn't want to let go even if there was a trace of freedom.

She walked on the road and looked at the sun approaching noon. The autumn sun was just right, but her heart was dark.

Raise your eyes and look at the sunshine. You feel very dazzling and out of place.

She doesn't deserve to be in the sun anymore?

Fu Mingzhu smiled gently, with moisture in her eyes.

She suddenly remembered Shao Zuming, the hateful man, and his sudden divorce from her.

Tang Yao once told her that Shao Zuming was divorced because he didn't want to implicate her. He knew he couldn't live.

She really doesn't need to miss such a man who cheated on her own sister, but she knows better in her heart that a man like Lan Yu is much more terrible than Shao Zuming... When he doesn't want to let go, it's no use for her to escape.

Her eyes tingled slightly, but she didn't cry.

An old woman in her thirties who has been robbed by a man for 10 million a month is hypocritical if she cries again.

She smiled softly, and her eyes were covered with laughter.

The white Lamborghini squeaked and stopped on her side. Lan Yu took down his sunglasses and said in a deep voice: "get in the car, don't make me angry."