Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

New year's Eve, under the gentle snow.

The street was covered with white, and there was hardly anyone in front of the hotel, let alone a taxi.

Fu Mingzhu waited for half an hour without waiting. In fact, she can stay in the hotel, but she wants to go home.

Maybe her heart didn't want to believe that Lan Yu disappeared. Maybe when she went back, he would say, Fu Mingzhu, why did you come back? I slept?

She almost stubbornly stood there waiting for the car, regardless of other people's eyes or the snow.

It was cold and her hands and feet were stiff. Her clothes were thin. An hour later, her whole body was cold. Fortunately, she finally waited for a taxi.

The driver was very kind and quietly turned on the heating. He chatted: "girl, don't let your husband or boyfriend pick it up so late?"

Fu Mingzhu sat in the car, stunned for a moment and whispered, "he's on a business trip."

The driver smiled: "men still need some dedication."

Say, hehe smiled

Fu Mingzhu smiled reluctantly and looked at the snow outside the window.

At this time, the snow on her shoulder melted and some ice stuck to her body, which was very uncomfortable——

But this discomfort seemed very insignificant in her mood.

She drove quietly to the downstairs of the apartment and gave money to get off.

The elevator stopped on that floor. She slowly went out and found a bunch of keys from her bag to open the door of the apartment.

Her clothes were half wet, but she didn't feel it. She went in and felt the emptiness in the room. She mechanically searched everywhere. There was no Lanyu.

And every empty minute seemed to laugh at her.

Fu Mingzhu smiled softly, bowed her head and whispered, "how can you believe it!"

She smiled, raised her head and covered the tears from the corners of her eyes.

If you don't cry, you can't cry. If you cry, you really lose... She took a bath and felt a little cold when she came out, but she didn't care. She made herself a Western food and made a cup of coffee.

After eating western food, she sat on the terrace, drinking hot coffee and watching the snow. Every sound of snow was heartbreaking.

Fu Mingzhu fell ill and had a fever of 39 degrees. The high fever did not subside. Later, she went to the hospital for two days and went to Lin Qian's hospital. Lin Qian said she was too worried.

Of course, Fu ran was also alarmed and wanted to take her to her home for the new year. Fu Mingzhu refused: "I'm ill and unlucky."

"What's so unlucky about this?" Fu ran sighed: "it's not a big disease, but it needs someone to take care of it. Go to me and ask the doctor to take a drip every day."

Fu Mingzhu insisted on not going. Fu ran didn't understand her mind, and it was inconvenient for her to say it.

No matter how good her relationship with Fu Ran is, it is also their sister's business. She can only have work contact with Tang Yao. She doesn't want to make fu ran feel a little uncomfortable. In her heart, the things about Fu Ying and Shao Zuming really leave a shadow, so how can she intervene in Fu Ran's life.

Fu ran didn't think about these aspects, so she asked Fu's father to take care of her. When she was well, she was ready to go to work.

On the evening of the fourth day of junior high school, she returned to her apartment, which was as deserted as when she left that day. She silently cleaned the house... After cleaning, she watched it with her mobile phone for a long time.

She called Lan Yu and turned it off. She felt she didn't have to wait.