Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu Mingzhu stared at him: "as I said, it has nothing to do with Mr. LAN."

"Really?" "It doesn't matter if you has the final say," he said with a cold smile.

She opened her eyes: "Lan Yu, what do you want to do?"

He dragged her out, put her against the car body, and his eyes were burning: "what if I don't want to let you go?"

"You psycho!" Fu Mingzhu almost couldn't help yelling.

Lan Yu pinched her lower jaw and forced her lips to open, so he pasted it hot.

He kissed very rudely, as if to swallow her whole person. Fu Mingzhu resisted desperately and twisted her head to avoid his kiss, but she couldn't escape. She hit him with her fist in her hand.

Lan Yu clasped her wrist and raised it to her head. With a little wine and brute force, he kissed her madly, even bowed his head and kissed her neck, and rudely bit hard behind her ear.

Fu Mingzhu's hand broke away and slapped him, "Lan Yu, what do you think of me?"

Her voice trembled: "you want to buy Women, don't you? There are many women in H city. I'll arrange for you now. I can help you get what you like. I can get tens of thousands of beautiful women. Can you stop pestering me?"

Her voice almost collapsed.

With that, she pushed him away, opened the door, sat in without even fastening her seat belt, and immediately started the car.

And Lan Yu was stunned.

She cried.

It's not that he hasn't seen her cry, but this time it's different. This time she seems to be really sad.

Looking at the car driving far away, he went out and stopped a taxi and reported her home address.

The taxi drove to the downstairs of her apartment. Lan Yu lost two 100 tickets. Then he entered the elevator and pressed it. He also had the key to her door, so he easily went in.

Fu Mingzhu was inside, her bag, her shoes were scattered at the door, and her coat was torn and thrown on the sofa.

She was more embarrassed than ever.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and he walked gently.

Fu Mingzhu was lying in front of the noodle pool, crying desperately. It was the kind of collapse and crying.

He stood quietly and looked at her quietly, as if he didn't know her.

A strange, immature and irrational Fu Mingzhu.

Is it because he cried that she cried so sad?

He walked over and stood behind her. "Fu Mingzhu, you like me, don't you?"

She jerked over her head and looked at him. Her face was covered with tears and her eyes were all in a mess.

She looked at him with some uncertainty: "what did you say?"

Lan Yu approached step by step and stared into her eyes: "you like me, don't you?"

Fu Mingzhu shook her head and shook it hard again: "I didn't."

He took her to the washing table, pulled her hand hard and looked at her firmly: "you like me."

This time it was a positive tone.

Fu Mingzhu still shook her head desperately: "I didn't."

He clasped her chin and forced her to be level with his eyes. His voice was hoarse: "do you dare to look at me and say, Fu Mingzhu."

She raised her eyes and her face looked like Halloween makeup, but he didn't mind. It was like looking at a fairy.

Her voice was fragile. "I didn't."

He kissed her, unbuttoned his coat, took it off and threw it aside to warm her with his own temperature.