Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

On the road to success, the last thing Tang Yao needed was simplicity.

Either it's pure play, or it's the object of his marriage.

That woman is either capable or has background. After eliminating love, his marriage has always been a tool.

As long as he can do his husband and wife's duty to reproduce, he actually doesn't have so many requirements for his wife.

If she wants to play, don't let the green hat fly all over the sky. Of course, he won't be loyal to a woman.

Marriage without love is mostly like this

Tang Yao started the car and drove out of Zhangyuan.

He did not expect that the little white rabbit lying in the back seat would dare to wave its sharp claws one day, strong enough to fight him... And could make him disheartened.

Mo Xiaobei stood in the lobby, watched Tang Yao's car leave, and slowly turned and walked towards the hall.

Fu Bo greeted him and coughed softly, "the young master just came back!"

Mo Xiaobei said, "I'm a little hungry. Fu Bo, you can send some supper."

Fuber's spirit is a cold, send things up?

The last "door shock" left a deep mark on his young heart. He didn't want to experience the pain of being unable to sleep all night. As soon as he closed his eyes, the door shook slightly in front of him~~

Don't be coquettish when you see Fu Bo's silence“ Fuber is the best. "

As soon as fuber's beard turned up, his heart softened.

Mo Xiaobei went upstairs. When she ran upstairs, there was no one in the master bedroom. She ran to the study and saw Zhang Boyan smoking on the terrace.

She walked slowly over and hugged him from behind. "Why do you always smoke?"

The voice is somewhat delicate and soft.

Zhang Boyan lowered his head and looked at the fingers holding his body. His voice was a little hoarse: "why did you come back so late?"

Her little hands tightened a little, her little face stuck behind him and said softly, "Ranran is in a bad mood. I stayed with her for a while."

"Drinking?" As he spoke, he dragged her to his body and pressed her shoulder.

Mo Xiaobei took a breath, smelled it, and then pretended to be silly: "Ranran drank, I didn't drink."

"Really?" He smiled faintly: "did Tang Yao send you back?"

You can see downstairs from this place. He must have seen it. Mo Xiaobei didn't dare to hide it any more. Well, he said.

Zhang Boyan's eyes faded. "Why don't you call me?"

Mo Xiaobei was stunned. He was cold for a long time. Is it because he was angry?

So he whispered, "you said you were going to have a meeting. I dare not call you."

Obviously, he was not satisfied with her explanation. He snorted and then let her go.

Mo Xiaobei was wronged and bit his lip: "Tang Yao is my cousin. Don't you allow me to associate with him?"

He looked at her condescending. His black eyes were dyed deeper by the night. For a long time, he stretched out his hand and slowly stroked her red lips and said softly: "Tang Yao is for Mo's family, and Tang Yao and Mo Xiaobei are for Fu ran. When can you put me first in your heart..."

His tone was almost a whisper, not a question, but a slight sigh.

That sigh made people feel sad. It seemed that everything was her fault, as if it was her fault that she didn't find him.

Mo Xiaobei stood there, motionless.

And he, too, looked at her in the dim light.