Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu Mingzhu smiled slightly and took his hand. "Lan Yu, I know things are not so simple, and I understand your difficulties. I will be careful, huh?"

Lan Yu grabbed her hand with his backhand and rubbed it gently. For a long time, he sighed, "Pearl..."

His heart was hot, but he couldn't say many words. He wanted to tell her that after so much experience, he finally found a soul mate, but such sensational words were not his Lan Yu's style, so he just held her hand and called her name in a low voice.

She gave a well, raised her eyes and smiled.

That smile is the best look Lan Yu has ever seen.

At the moment, his heart is full of pride. What Su loves and what flirtatious star models are no longer what in his eyes. In his heart, there is only Fu Mingzhu.

In my heart, it's her.

He put his hand on her waist and leaned over to kiss her, carefully and gently.

In the lobby of the hotel, Mr. Andre watched quietly and then spoke to his assistant: "there is a Chinese saying that only mandarin ducks envy immortals, just like Mr. LAN and his wife."

In order to cater to the boss, the assistant smiled: "well, as far as I know, Mr. Meng and Miss Su were also famous and had extraordinary bearing."

Mr Andre glanced at his assistant and adjusted his clothes: "there is another word in China called 'mob'."

The assistant digested hard, and Mr. Andre had walked towards the elevator, and he had an image of cooperation in his heart.

In the front courtyard of the hotel, Lan Yu kissed her for a long time before releasing her. He gently stroked her lower abdomen and whispered, "tired, I'll take you home to have a rest."

Fu Mingzhu nodded. He helped her get on the bus and drove away.

In the car, Lan Yu received a call from Su Lian.

He looked at it and told Fu Mingzhu, "Su Lian called."

Fu Mingzhu curled up in the back seat, half squinting, his voice was a little low: "Lan Yu, you can take it if you want."

She won't doubt him any more.

Lan Yu looked at her in the rearview mirror for a few seconds and cleared his throat: "you're like this, I suddenly don't adapt."

Fu Mingzhu snorted: "my trust is conditional. If you have any lipstick on your shirt one day, your trust will be taken back."

Lan Yu smiled and answered Su Lian's phone.

Su Lian gently called Lan Yu, and he said, "I'm listening."

Su Lian was surprised and hurt by the cold light. Her voice was low, "Lanyu, i... shall we meet? I want to see you."

"Private or... But we don't have any business to talk about, do we?" Lan Yu paused: "if it's a private matter, my wife will probably be unhappy when I meet you."

Su Lian's voice was full of unbelievable sadness: "Lan Yu, can't I see you now?"

"Does Meng Zhiyao mind?" Lan Yu smiled faintly.

Then Su Lian's voice became excited: "don't mention him!"

Lan Yu didn't make a sound, so he listened quietly, but his eyes fell on a woman in the back seat.

Fu Mingzhu is pretending to sleep.

Lan Yu smiled faintly and heard Su Lian's slightly relaxed voice over there: "he and I... Are not the kind of relationship you think. Lan Yu, please, N5. It's dangerous not to do it. Meng Zhiyao is a madman. I don't want you to be in danger."