Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

When Lan Yu woke up, Fu Mingzhu was no longer in the apartment, but there was a faint aroma floating in the air, which should be the smell of her body.

He sniffed it deeply and felt a very full feeling in his heart.

Very happy.

After lying down for a while, she hugged her sleeping pillow in her arms and wanted to count the t used last night. Unfortunately, she took it away.

Lan Yu got up and stretched. He felt that he had never been fresh. He went to her bathroom, used her toothbrush, toothpaste and face towel. He was not dirty at all. He went to eat the breakfast she bought.

Although it is simpler here, he is very satisfied.

Lan Yu thought that he would pick up his things and live here for a long time.

It happened that she was not at home, and he was a little bored, so he went directly back to the villa and moved his luggage. It was definitely not a three or five-day stay, but a long-term stay.

He also bought some things and asked people to move to her house. After the decoration, he felt particularly satisfied.

At noon, lying in bed, he sent a wechat to Fu Mingzhu. Of course, he forced her to add wechat.

Some childishly sent two words——

So hungry!

Fu Mingzhu just finished the meeting. After seeing such news, he was speechless and ignored it directly.

Lan Yu waited for a long time and couldn't help sending it again——

I want to eat you!

This time, Fu Mingzhu couldn't help but go back to the past——

Eat Xiang!

Lan Yu looked at it for a long time and typed a few words with a smile——

If you were Xiang, I would like to eat.

Fu Mingzhu only looked at it and snorted coldly: neuropathy!

She won't go crazy with him. She turned it off directly

Lan Yu was a little bored. She didn't return to him. He got together and put down a bowl of noodles, as she did last night, but his workmanship was a little bad. He poured out half of it.

In the afternoon, Yin Hao came and handed him a real estate transfer contract, which was a villa.

It was Li Mengying who transferred it to no one else. This was the price Li Mengying paid for approaching Tang Yao. Lan Yu didn't rest assured after reading it. He put the contract on the small tea table and went to study his cooking again.

At ten o'clock in the evening, when Fu Mingzhu came back, he smelled a burning smell at home.

She put her bag and keys away and went to the kitchen, "Lan Yu, did you burn my house?"

Lan Yu took out a plate of roast vinegar ribs and stared at her: "I've worked hard to cook."

Fu Mingzhu looked at the plate of dark things and turned her eyes: "can you eat it?"

Then he poured it into the dustbin.

When she bent over, she was hugged by a scoundrel.

He rubbed her neck like a big dog and said, "I'm hungry."

Fu Mingzhu paused, "Lan Yu, how old are you?"

He smelled her neck and murmured, "what perfume did you wear? It smells good."

Then he smelled like a big dog. Fu Mingzhu had nothing to do with him.

She didn't know how she could give in to such a situation, and then she soon found that her residence was different

"I moved in." He took a bite behind her ear.

Fu Mingzhu turned and looked at him. Then he turned his head and looked at the apartment. It was a big change. He even got a treadmill.

Fu Mingzhu stared at him: "Lanyu, I'm not a refugee shelter."

"But I'm your man now." He was a scoundrel. "We slept last night."