Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Shut up and don't move. I want to sleep." He said in a deep voice, hugging her and keeping her from moving.

Fu Mingzhu had no choice but to let him hold him.

The night is deep.

Mixed with the smell of hospital disinfectant and his unique masculine smell, she slept sweetly than ever before.

When I woke up, it was already light.

And Lan Yu was not in bed. She was sleeping alone in the hospital bed. She sat up and saw LAN Cong sitting on the sofa. The nurse was giving him an injection.

Watching her wake up, Lan Yu smiled at her and looked down at the little nurse, "be gentle."

The little nurse looked at him and blushed, "then I'll be light."

If someone else, the little nurse would have sprayed it long ago. Are big men still afraid of pain? Lan Yu fully explained what beauty is justice.

After the little nurse pricked the needle, she whispered some precautions before leaving.

Fu Mingzhu was still sitting on the bed. Lan Yu glanced at the past and stabbed to lie down. "I want to have porridge. I want to cook it now."

He was like an uncle. Fu Mingzhu was speechless. He stared at him for a while before whispering, "I'll buy it."

"I'm a patient. You let me eat outside?" His face was full of fuss.

Fu Mingzhu stared at him, "where do you want to eat?"

"Want to eat inside." There was something evil in him when he said this.

Fu Mingzhu stared at him with a steaming face.

Lan Yu smiled softly. "I said porridge. Where do you want to go?"

As he said that, his eyes evil spirit swept through her somewhere.

Fu Mingzhu glared at him and then went to cook porridge. She didn't wear much. She covered him with a big sweater outside. It looked very thin inside. Lan Yu looked at it quietly and had an unspeakable feeling in her heart.

I always feel a little satisfied.

Obviously, she hurt him with a gun, but the pain on her shoulder was vaguely sweet.

He went to the small kitchen and looked at Fu Mingzhu cooking porridge. He rubbed it against her shoulder and whispered, "I want to eat noodles."

Fu Mingzhu did not reply: "you have been shot and can't eat noodles."

He still stared at her: "you hurt me, you have to be responsible."

Fu Mingzhu endured and said, "why should I hit you?"

"Because I forced you to make love with me." The tip of his nose was on the side of her neck, and his voice was a little soft.

Fu Mingzhu was so angry that he pushed him away and continued to cook porridge. "I really should beat you into a brain cripple so that I can be responsible for you."

He was not ashamed, but proud. He leaned over and hugged her body, put his face on the side of her neck, "if I can't do it, will you teach me to do it? After all, I can't waste such a good job. "

Fu Mingzhu was speechless, blushing and angry: "Lan Yu."

He knew that she was really angry and let go of her, but he still said, "Fu Mingzhu, I will do it with you when I am well."

He was such a scoundrel. She didn't know how to be good for a while. She could only stare at him and get angry.

Lan Yu smiled softly and leaned over to kiss her: "agreed."

She watched him go out, a little speechless.

When did she agree with him

Fu Mingzhu cooked porridge, filled a bowl for him and brought it to him: "have porridge."

She put it away.

Lan Yu looked up at her and said slowly, "I'm a patient. You feed me."