Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When Fu Mingzhu picked up food and came back, Lan Yu sat next to two beautiful young girls.

Sitting left and right, he waited on Lan Yu very gently and considerately. He also enjoyed it very much.

Fu Mingzhu thinks she is old and ugly. Of course she won't compete with them. Besides, she doesn't treat Lan Yu as a thing. She sat directly on the sofa opposite and ate the food she picked.

The taste was very good. It was better than the five-star restaurant she managed. She ate carefully and couldn't help comparing it carefully. Then she looked around and saw a white chef standing by and smiling.

Fu Mingzhu looked a few more eyes. Lan Yu, sitting opposite her, stretched out his long legs and kicked her.

That foot was not light. She hummed with pain and then looked at Lan Yu.

Lan Yu still leaned lazily and looked lazy, but only Fu Mingzhu could see the displeasure in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" With a slight deep smile, he looked at the Cook: "it looks good, very young. Do you like this one?"

Fu Mingzhu said coldly, "less blue, think more."

"Really?" His ending was a little long, and he was already very unhappy.

Then he sat up, motioned the young girls around him to sit aside, and he took a glass of wine himself, shook it gently, and looked at Fu Mingzhu with some ponder.

Fu Mingzhu knows best that he is full of bad water.

She whispered, "there is no shortage of people to wait on LAN Shao."

He stared at her and said softly, "don't make me unhappy. You forgot what happened on the road so soon?"

Fu Mingzhu was a little ashamed and angry. She blushed with anger. She was unwilling to give in immediately, so she sat down.

At this time, a young girl in White said, "Lan Shao, your appetite is really special now. Isn't your sister young?"

She looked at Lan Yu coquettishly: "Lan Shao, you said before that those over 24 years old are old women. You don't bother to touch them. How can you be interested again now."

Lan Yu's face showed a touch of interest. He seemed to be very interested in this topic. His legs overlapped leisurely, "do you see how old she is?"

The girl smiled with her lips covered: "it's very small, a cup!"

Lan Yu was also amused by the girl's words. Looking at the expression on Fu Mingzhu's face, he smiled gently, "come here, let me measure it."

Fu Mingzhu walked over, not towards Lan Yu, but the girl who said that just now.

She slapped her lightly, heavy and fast. Fortunately, it was hidden here. No one in the banquet hall saw it. The girl was very angry and didn't dare to cry, so she pulled her backhand and wanted to return it.

But when her hand was raised, Lan Yu held it and kicked it.

The kick was so heavy that Guolu's waist was suddenly blue and purple. The girl was so painful that she couldn't cry.

Lan Yu took a sip of red wine and chuckled, "can you comment on my woman?"

His Yin eyes were uncertain and played to the extreme.

That girl is a third rate little model. She is very proud because she is young and beautiful. She once said that Li Mengying can't climb LAN Shao's bed. She can climb, but now she is at the foot of Lan Yu.