Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu Mingzhu looked at the red number of the elevator. It was the only thing she could do.

She stretched out her hand and held her arm. She didn't know whether it was because of cold or injustice.

The man tried his best to hold her and didn't hesitate to joke about his life, but he had another woman in his heart. Fu Mingzhu couldn't compare with a picture.

Why hasn't the elevator come yet?

She bit her lower lip and looked up until her eyes were sore and painful.

She didn't know whether Lan Yu had left. She only knew that she was wronged and wanted to cry.

She told herself that she was too old to cry for a man, but she just couldn't help it.

A big palm was placed on her shoulder, and then the coat covered her, very warm, with a familiar masculine smell on it.

She wanted to break away, but Lan Yu wouldn't let her.

His voice was extremely low and hoarse: "Why are you crying?"

She lifted her coat to the ground. "Don't worry."

Lan Yu looked down at his coat and didn't get angry with her. He picked it up and whispered, "it's you who want to mention her. Now it's you who want to cry."

He reached out and gently wiped her tears: "if you cry at an old age, you will be laughed at by others."

Fu Mingzhu looked at him in a daze. At this time, the elevator door opened with a tinkle.

There was no one inside. She went in at once.

But Lan Yu followed.

She wanted to press the floor. He grabbed her hand. He put her against the elevator wall, stared at her eyes and asked, "tell me why you cry, is it because of me?"

She wanted to do it, but he held it firmly. Fu Mingzhu burst out tears: "Lan Yu, are you crazy? Your shoulder is bleeding again."

But he didn't care. He stared at her. "Tell me, why are you crying?"

She was not a vulnerable person, but she was bullied and cried by him. She clenched her hands into fists and beat his heart: "don't worry."

He let her beat him. Although Hungary's mouth was dull and painful, he suddenly understood when he looked at her tears, her struggle and her pain.

She likes him.

So, pain.

He is not a dull person. In the past, many women rushed forward and later said they liked him and loved him, but he never took it to heart. The only thing he cared about was su Lian and Fu Mingzhu.

Su's love is pure when he was young, and Fu Mingzhu's love hurts him.

Because she hurts, because he can't give her what she wants.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Fu Mingzhu, we can have a try."

She suddenly raised her eyes and stared at him.

Lan Yu smiled bitterly, "we try to be together. Maybe one day we will get married naturally and give you what you want, will you?"

There was moisture in her eyes and looked into his eyes.

After a while, she asked softly, "Lan Yu, can you not put the picture of Su Lian in your wallet, even if you hide in a place I can't see."

He seemed to hesitate for a moment and then said yes.

Then he took out the photos in his wallet and gave them to her: "here you are."

Fu Mingzhu felt that she had not been so stingy, and it would be strange. She bit her lower lip: "I have to think about it."

But he refused. He leaned over and rubbed his thin lips on her lips. He took a bite and his voice was full of temptation: "Miss Fu, it's hard for you to please."

Her whole body is a little soft. The feeling of being held in his arms... Is different from before.

She laughs at herself. Is she old, so a man can't stand teasing him.